I think I failed four times to see The Blind Side before its release date, for free. I hope that will be a record, because it was extremely frustrating to see opportunities disappear because it was full (supposedly) or offered when I couldn’t take advantage. And in time honoured fashion I then waited almost until it disappeared from the local cinema, what with just being too busy.
At least that left me plenty of time to read reviews, and it seems it’s not a good film. Still wanted to see it, and so did Daughter. We were very relieved in the end, not to have the Resident IT Consultant along, as that would have necessitated a whole pile of hankies. The two of us made do with our sleeves.
It must be that ‘real’, macho film reviewers just can’t cope with sentimental stories. Had this been fiction, you could have wanted changes made, but being a true story, albeit somewhat Hollywood-ised, it had to be what it had to be. Surely? Or is it that you can’t like a film about a religious, conservative, wealthy woman in a southern state of the USA? Not pc, perhaps.
Incorporating the story about Ferdinand the Bull was a master stroke. Michael truly is Ferdinand.
Wish I knew more about American schools and results and universities, not to mention the football. Do realise that poor Michael wasn’t very bright in some respects, but his results meant nothing to me. Nor did the university scholarships and the bidding for this football player. Simply seen as proof that some nurturing goes a long way, this was a good film. And the sheer surprise for this woman when she found herself taking in the abandoned black boy from her children’s school was interesting.
So was the way she knew how to explain things to Michael when everything seemed too alien and incomprehensible. Learning to look out for your family is a good basic skill. Learning to look upon your football team as your family, and looking out for them, too, is also good.
Michael’s got their backs.