What a lousy movie. To paraphrase someone I heard, Why would I want to pay $8 to see Brad Pitt eat peanut butter and act like a retard?
True story ... I hadn't seen any trailers for the movie and knew nothing about it when my friend George called me on a Friday night to see if I wanted to join him and five females to see this. George is a big baseball fan, as am I. I could only assume it was about former Negro Leaguer and the first black man to win a World Series game, Joe Black. While I wasn't sure why five women wanted to see a movie about the Negro Leagues, I was in.
When Pitt got hit by that van, I broke out laughing, while the rest of the theater hushed. I thought that was the point at which Pitt was going to "Meet Joe Black" in heaven for some reason or another (incorrectly believing Black was dead).
I swear, I waited like a half hour before I realized there would be no Negro League baseball in this film. And I wept. And the girls all thought I was sensitive and I had a wonderful sexual experience with all of them.
OK, I made up the last two sentences.