Letterboxd — Your life in film

Krysten Ritter can suck me anytime.

Has enough boobs to count as an '80s teen sex comedy, but takes itself much too seriously -- all of the conversations seem to turn into weighty philosophical discussions in a way that can only happen when they've been scripted.

Good cap on the Iron Man series, although of course I assume there will end up being more to come.

A little slow. Production design was great, though.

Ah, so that's what happens when you have a feature-film budget and a halfway decent script.

Very good dramatization -- of course, having read some books on the subject, I certainly recognized a few things that didn't happen quite as depicted in the film. What I really wanted was even more baseball scenes, so I could get more of a look at the digital reproductions of the old ballparks. (And I really feel sorry for Larry Doby not even getting a mention in the dialogue.) Glad I saw it on Jackie Robinson Day.

Was this trip (from Milwaukee to Baltimore) really necessary?

Formulaic, but pleasantly so. Requires a lot of suspension of disbelief, of course, especially in the "Wrigley home opener" scene in which most of the fans are wearing short sleeves -- and the depiction of a skinny Barry Bonds striking out.

I can appreciate wanting to branch out as an actor, but I feel that Will Ferrell's talents were seriously wasted in this slow, depressing drama.

I think I would have preferred an actual documentary about Jonathan Winters's life and career to this mockumentary.

Remember, kids, the best way to discover any hidden talents you may have is to get drunk enough to hallucinate and then black out.

This is a teen sex romp that doesn't contain as much sex as one might expect (given the mind-control setup), and the closing credits are in Comic Sans. That's pretty much all you need to know.