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Varsity Blues Review by Elias Savada
This is a marketing gem, in part due to hot young James Van Der Beek of WB TVs Dawsons Creek, a tired, er, tried but true plot line; the monstrous push of co-producer MTV (along with distributor Paramount Pictures, subsidiaries of mega-media conglomerate Viacom); and a soundtrack featuring a virtual whos who of popular music talent: Loudmouth, Green Day, Foo Fighters, Collective Soul, Fastball, Third Eye Blind, Janice Stark, Van Halen, and Simon Says. Yipes! The star is also hosting Saturday Night Live over opening weekend, so expect those demographically important teens to push this film close to the top in the short run. From a critical point of view, this is cheap zirconium garbage. A flawed piece combining the baser elements of Porkys and just about every bad sports picture of the last decade. At a preview, unruly teen girls were screaming and yakking during the whole film, their feet hanging over seats and bubble gum cracking. Me, I was cringing. I should have left at half time.
On the way to his teams bazillionth state title, abusive Coach Kilmer pushes his billboard-size star quarterback Lance Harbor (Paul Walker) over the brink. Too many pain numbing shots cause a season and perhaps career ending injury, prompting brainy second stringer Jonathan "Mox" Moxon (Van Der Beek) to move his butt off the bench (where he reads Vonnegut instead of the play book) into instant celebrityhood with a clutch victory for the home team. Quick cut to required T&A and beer party scenes. Rah, rah, blah. And so it goes.
Hollywood has its Oscars, New York the Emmies, and Texas has high school football. Director Robbins was featured ten years ago in the ABC sitcom "Head of the Class." Hes still stuck in high school, pampering to the testosterone- obsessed crowd. Varsity Blues forces a fumble on the big screen and a game ending penalty for offensive behavior. If youre a hyperactive, oversexed teenager, go and "enjoy" Varsity Blues. Anyone else in need a football fix, the Super Bowl is just around the corner, or rent The Waterboy from your local video outlet. Frankly, this is one forgettable film. Contents | Features | Reviews | Books | Archives | Store Copyright © 1999 by Nitrate Productions, Inc. All Rights Reserved. |
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