The best part about this movie is Tomlin and Jane doing the talk show tours and touting old school liberalism everywhere. Tomlin and especially Jane joyously sneaking in democratic socialist talking points and absolutely schooling young journalists who have no idea how whip-smart they are is a thing of beauty.
As somebody who is (1) not an older woman, and (2) really not a football fan, I find the premise and popularity of this movie frankly baffling. While the leads have five Oscars and twelve nominations between them, the screenplay sounds like something they cooked up over a long wine grandma afternoon then hired one of their granddaughters to take all their ideas and put them together into a script.
I can hear both Fonda and Tomlin, not for the first time, mourning NINE TO FIVE writer/director Colin Higgins, and grousing about how they had to "settle" for Field because Dolly Parton was too busy.
Now that I think about it, Parton is the only one of that bunch I could believe is a football fan....
Nathan, you were absolutely not alone in the abject horror and depression over the 2017 Superbowl. I say that not as an NFL fan (I am not), but as someone who clearly saw the symbolism of "the Capital of Black America" being defeated by Aryan oligarchs.
I don't think I could ever bring myself to see this movie because I cannot conceive how anyone could be a fan of Tom Brady, or the Patriots organization, or their cyborg coach. That's like being an enthusiastic fan of IBM. What am I supposed to think about such a person?
Well I went and saw this based largely on your semi-recommendation here. You're absolutely spot-on: it's affable. A perfectly pleasant way to spend a couple of hours. It's not really *funny* per se but you smile and chuckle consistently throughout (I confess the scene where Rita Moreno sees all the Guy Fieris got me pretty good - somehow it worked in context, even though it looked kind of embarrassing in the trailer); there's no real conflict, and the little there just to facilitate the movie happening is never treated with any real urgency; its feint towards tearjerking is thankfully undercut before it goes too far. Very mid, as the kids say. But nice!
One thing that did surprise me: Tom Brady only has one real scene, where he thanks Lily Tomlin for inspiring him to play well instead of poorly, and he...... acts? He runs through a few different emotions in that short span, and while he doesn't cry or anything, I very much got the impression that he was trying to show some chops.
And honestly? Not bad. To the extent that you can tell that from 3.5 minutes of screentime. I suspect he's got eyes on a career in acting next. I doubt he'll be Daniel Day-Lewis, but I could see him being, like, Jon Bon Jovi level.
It also got me thinking about who'd be in Crones for Mahomes or whatever his version would be 20 years from now. And, honestly, it's probably Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, Jane Krakowski, and Rashida Jones. And that makes me feel so very, very old.
Pretty sure this movie was made specifically for my Mom. She should have been at the premiere.
The best part about this movie is Tomlin and Jane doing the talk show tours and touting old school liberalism everywhere. Tomlin and especially Jane joyously sneaking in democratic socialist talking points and absolutely schooling young journalists who have no idea how whip-smart they are is a thing of beauty.
You make an excellent point, ETL.
I'm still not going to see the movie, but I'm very grateful those two are going on the talk show circuit to pronote it.
The YouTube algorithms decided that today I wanted to watch:
Rita Moreno singing "Fever" with Animal on Drums, 1976.
Sally Field chatting with David Letterman in 1995.
And you know what? I totally did want to see those things. What a career all of those women have had. What a life.
As somebody who is (1) not an older woman, and (2) really not a football fan, I find the premise and popularity of this movie frankly baffling. While the leads have five Oscars and twelve nominations between them, the screenplay sounds like something they cooked up over a long wine grandma afternoon then hired one of their granddaughters to take all their ideas and put them together into a script.
I can hear both Fonda and Tomlin, not for the first time, mourning NINE TO FIVE writer/director Colin Higgins, and grousing about how they had to "settle" for Field because Dolly Parton was too busy.
Now that I think about it, Parton is the only one of that bunch I could believe is a football fan....
Nathan, you were absolutely not alone in the abject horror and depression over the 2017 Superbowl. I say that not as an NFL fan (I am not), but as someone who clearly saw the symbolism of "the Capital of Black America" being defeated by Aryan oligarchs.
I don't think I could ever bring myself to see this movie because I cannot conceive how anyone could be a fan of Tom Brady, or the Patriots organization, or their cyborg coach. That's like being an enthusiastic fan of IBM. What am I supposed to think about such a person?
Well I went and saw this based largely on your semi-recommendation here. You're absolutely spot-on: it's affable. A perfectly pleasant way to spend a couple of hours. It's not really *funny* per se but you smile and chuckle consistently throughout (I confess the scene where Rita Moreno sees all the Guy Fieris got me pretty good - somehow it worked in context, even though it looked kind of embarrassing in the trailer); there's no real conflict, and the little there just to facilitate the movie happening is never treated with any real urgency; its feint towards tearjerking is thankfully undercut before it goes too far. Very mid, as the kids say. But nice!
One thing that did surprise me: Tom Brady only has one real scene, where he thanks Lily Tomlin for inspiring him to play well instead of poorly, and he...... acts? He runs through a few different emotions in that short span, and while he doesn't cry or anything, I very much got the impression that he was trying to show some chops.
And honestly? Not bad. To the extent that you can tell that from 3.5 minutes of screentime. I suspect he's got eyes on a career in acting next. I doubt he'll be Daniel Day-Lewis, but I could see him being, like, Jon Bon Jovi level.
It also got me thinking about who'd be in Crones for Mahomes or whatever his version would be 20 years from now. And, honestly, it's probably Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, Jane Krakowski, and Rashida Jones. And that makes me feel so very, very old.