



Folkloric baseball picture which conveys a sentimental, sanitised mythology about the US between the wars. This is a beautiful production which received well deserved Oscar nominations for set design and photography. There's some allegorical subtext too; this is for the arthouse crowd rather than a feelgood sport film.
The dialogue flags up Homer's Odyssey, but an internet search suggests a closer parallel with the legend of King Arthur. This is a realm of enchantment. Robert Redford- at 48-is too old for the teenage country prodigy of the prologue, or even the 35 year old of his comeback. He's fine on the field of play, but his portrayal is lifeless.
The main problem for UK audiences is the subject of baseball, which is unfamiliar to most and may have little resonance. Sure, this is a medium for an idea about mythic Americana- and there is obviously a deep love for the history of the sport. But now the US is so much less of a fellow traveller...
And this seems more like unfamiliar self-absorption. Yet Barry Levinson tells the story so well. There is an intoxicating feel for the period and an evocative score by Randy Newman. Everything takes far too long but it should interest those who can relate to the sport and the national myth-making.