Sunday, January 1 1995
As I was watching the aseptically insipid 'Summer Catch', I confess, my mind wandered. And I got to thinking, has Freddie Prinze, Jr. ever made an unarguably good movie?"
A balls-out stupid summer comedy where no one cares about special effects or plots making sense or even about characters winning or losing is not a bad thing. It is, rather, a representative thing.
It's full of pratfalls, sight gags, and irreverence toward 'I Love Lucy', Nazis, body piercing, a very unlucky cow, and a dog. Fortunately, Zucker executes them all like a ringmaster.
Pearl Harbor's endorsement of military ideals and barely submerged nostalgia for the war's anti-Japanese racism only abates for a half hour of stunningly rendered shoot-em-up as the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor and its surrounding airfields takes place.
The fact that Hardball's Conor is white means nothing, of course, except that he's one in a long line of white characters who become 'better people' because they meet adorable, courageous, noble, and/or doomed minority characters.
Beware films packing the one-two punch of Freddie Prinze, Jr. as romantic lead and supermodels as objects of toilet humor.