Fatherless or lame pop kids will live this movie.
Somehow, the message may be lost on the kids who showed up at the New Beverly with their Dad to relive a tradition that may exist only for those at an age where you went to movies alone.
Tom Cruise and Quentin Tarantino had cited this their favorite movie...ever. I can see why. There is no real redemption of Walter Matthau's Buttermaker's character. He's a drunk bum. He accepted a job to coach little league baseball to supplement a lame pool cleaning service in L.A.'s San Fernando Valley. Back when it was REALLY white.
With kids screaming "Jews, niggers, spics and retards" I seriously pity kids today. Not because they don't get to be racist. It's because movies don't allow you. The portrayal of kids in this movie are real. Take it to playing XBox live...and you hear an 8 year old calling people "chinks and niggers." They learn that shit from other kids. Kids are kids
Also what's missing today? Faith your kids don't need your stupid ass to be around them. My sister is slowly learning that teens will venture out. Hopefully not to do anything criminal, but to explore the world. People think they know shit because of the internet. In that aspect, the world has become smaller.
I really miss this world of misfit boys who hung out with drunks who could care less about their safety. Well, care enough when a victory is within grasp. This is a real character. People's motivation rises to the top if or when it means something is returned.
This movie holds up. Not in style. But in tone. It's trsgically funny. And goes to dark places. As when Amanda (played by the super cute Tatum O'Neal) desperately wants to be a girl and a daughter, but is brutally rejected...it stopped the theater dead quiet.
Excellent film directed by Michael Ritchie.
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