29 January 2010


So, if I had to judge the entire package, this film is a solid C.

If I'm just reviewing the story, surprises, and production value, it's a strong B+.

If I'm reviewing the fight scenes, dialog (oh god), acting, and directing choices, it get's a weak ass D–.

I don't know what else to say. Lucas Black was so bad, I hope he never works again. Tyrese Gibson should know better. And Adrianne Palicki is way too hot to be wasting her time with this thing.

I almost think anything smart was edited out, because you can see something smart wanting out. Sadly, it never escapes.

The Express

The story of Ernie Davis reminds me of every biopic about an African American — long, laborious, and always telling too many details and not enough story. I'm not sure if this is a conspiracy to make sure that Black biographies are less than interesting than White… but just look at the Johnny Cash movie vs. the Ray Charles movie. Both are slow and boring, but Ray falls faster, sooner, and flatter.

The Express has the same problem.

Ernie's story is awesome. The tempo is fantastic. And just when you think the movie is going to crescendo, nope… there's 30 more minutes of Leukemia to deal with.


Look. Ernie's story is sad. Really. Really. Sad. I get that. But decide what kind of movie you want to be before Act 3, okay? This is basic storytelling here. Do you want me to be happy that he played football so well? Or do you want me to be sad that he died too soon?

If it's the former, end if like the Lou Gehrig story.

If it's the latter, don't show so much frickin' football.

I can't encourage anyone to watch this, although I would never discourage it either. The 70 minutes that don't suck the energy out of you are pretty good. But, I've already made that clear.

Oh yeah. Dennis Quaid channels every single bad stereotype of football coaching in this movie, finally proving his career is over. Don't believe me, go see Legion.