There is a lot I could say about Clint Eastwood’s latest film, Invictus.
There are two good films within Invictus— a solid sports movie and an inspiring Mandela biopic. Unfortunately, it is neither one. One more time, Eastwood doesn’t fail to disappoint. Unfortunately, we won’t see another Mandela movie for a while and this was probably Morgan Freeman’s only shot at the part. He deserved better.
For once in a sports movie, I missed all the cliches. The interpersonal drama in the team. The folks back home that I identify with. The loose cannon coach or captain. Something, anything to care about. It’s not enough to tell me that this game was important to a nation, you have to show me. When the result is inevitable, you can’t drag the final game for 25 minutes without a personal story to care about.
And there’s a lot of stuff I want to say about how the movie handle’s the issue of race and minority appeasement. But maybe another time.