My 9-year old son is no
stranger to my movie-going ways. He’s
tagged along on several cinema outings over the last couple years. But he couldn’t join me last Monday. Not on a school night.
“What are you seeing?”
he queried last Monday.
“It’s called MILLIION
DOLLAR ARM,” I say.
“Oh, wow! Is it about a guy with a bionic arm?”
If only.
Loosely based on true
events, Disney’s MILLION DOLLAR ARM is the story of down-on-his-luck sports
agent who tries turning things around by recruiting Indian teenagers for major
league baseball tryouts back home in America.
Lantern-jawed,
rumble-throated Jon Hamm (MAD MEN, PROVIDENCE) plays J.B. Bernstein, a hotshot
L.A. sports rep on a three-year losing streak with his Seven Figures Management
agency. A single man with few meaningful
commitments, J.B. conducts business with his head in the
clouds and dollar signs in his pupils.
His partner, Ash (Aasif Mandvi), is a family man with a better sense of
their assets (dwindling), debts (accruing), and deadlines (all too soon). Ash points out early on that they haven’t
represented any lucrative clients since Barry Bonds and Emmett Smith;
they’ll have to close shop and crawl back to their previous employers with
their tails between their legs if business doesn’t pick up.
J.B. gets desperate
when a mega-deal with a superstar footballer named Popo (the Cincinnati
Bengals’ Rey Maualuga) crumbles. After
drowning his sorrows one night, he slumps on his couch at home and has an
epiphany while watching a televised cricket match. Ash loves the sport, but J.B. doesn’t
understand the nuances of the game.
Bored, the agent clicks over to Britain’s Got Talent—where Scottish homebody Susan
Boyle is wowing Simon Cowell's T.V. audience—and has a flash of
inspiration. Within days, he’s trying to sell a wealthy investor on using
reality T.V. as a platform for scouting for potential MLB talent—amongst Indian
cricket players.
Smelling money, Chang
takes the bait and dispatches J.B. and his team to India, where host Vivek
(Darshan Jariwala) braces J.B. for culture shock. Things move slower there, and none of the
T-shirts, flyers, and equipment are ready for Million Dollar Arm’s big
premiere. But the turnout is
great—thousands of young Indian males show up to tryouts in Mumbai, Delhi, and
Hyderabad in hopes of crash prizes and a coveted trip to the States. But none of
the early entries can hurl a baseball accurately in excess of 55mph or so.
J.B.’s luck changes
in—of all cities—Lucknow, where truck driver Dinesh Patel (Madhur Mittal) and
javelin-throwing student Rinku Singh (Suraj Sharma) clock speeds pushing 80mph,
nudging elderly scout Ray (Alan Arkin) from his slumber. Tickled, J.B. has his finalists kiss their
mothers goodbye and pack up for training and tryouts in America, where pitching
coach Tom House (Bill Paxton, finally looking most of his 58 years) waits. Vivek charges J.B. with responsibility for
the kids; they’re ambassadors to his country, where impoverished children are
discouraged from dreaming so big.
J.B. puts Dinesh and
Rinku up in a swanky hotel, but they’re curious fish-out-water who don’t speak
a lick of English, and not even traveling translator / mentor Amit (Pitobash)
can help. When the athletes’ bad behavior
gets them booted, J.B. takes all three visitors on at his bachelor pad, where
concepts of prayer, breakfast, and television contrast sharply with their less
luxurious Indian domiciles. Rinku falls
in love with delivery pizza and MTV.
Dinesh and Amit insist upon their morning meditation and prayer. All three guests play matchmaker between J.B.
and his hot hospital intern neighbor, Brenda (Lake Bell). None of the guests understands why their host
keeps ducking out at all hours; they figure J.B. is just another rich American
with important things to do.
In actuality, J.B.’s
firm is bleeding money the project. Ash
is forced to downsize their office space and work out of boxes. J.B. gets a second shot at Popo, but Dinesh
and Amit unwittingly capsize the opportunity with more antics. House (who coached Nolan Ryan and Randy
Johnson) says it’s “highly improbable” that either Indian will be up to snuff
for tryouts in Tempe, Arizona; Rinku in particular has trouble correcting a
slow-motion windup that earns him the nickname “Flamingo.” When J.B. asks Chang for additional time to
prepare, he’s grilled with talk of honor and broken promises. Everybody’s reputation hangs in the balance,
and the pressure mounts for our protagonist pitchers; billions of countrymen
are watching back home.
The final act is rife
with false-endings and feel-good comebacks borrowed from old-school sports
flicks like THE BAD NEWS BEARS, MIGHTY DUCKS, and ROCKY II (and III). Heck, we just recently saw this sort of
think-outside-the-box phenomenon with MONEYBALL, wherein Brad Pitt’s math-savvy
manager reenlisted players who’d been injured or otherwise discarded. However, given that MILLION DOLLAR ARM is a
Disney production, director Craig Gillespie (MR. WOODCOCK, FRIGHT NIGHT) increasingly
focuses more on people skills than actual baseball skills. Far more minutes are devoted to the
burgeoning friendship between the Indians and Brenda—and the precarious romance
between Brenda and unrepentant “jerk” J.B.—than to the boys’ exercise regimen
or House’s coaching technique. And that’s
good. Because if the film didn’t
gradually chip away J.B.’s callous exterior, we too would consider him a
grade-A a$$hole unworthy of success.
“They’re just kids!”
scolds Brenda after a late-night trip to the emergency room. “To you they’re just an investment.”
J.B. finally comes
around, connecting so profoundly with Brenda and the Indians that—when
tested—he makes the ultimate (if expected) sacrifice of putting his personal relationships
above the project’s potentially lucrative future.
Hamm brings the proper
balance of seriousness and vulnerability to Berstein’s agent. Arkin contributes the same snarky retiree
repartee he brought to THE INCREDIBLE BURT WONDERSTONE and GRUDGE MATCH—but it
works. Bell’s sexy student doctor is our
emotional barometer (she and Ash are the only insiders who already think like us) and acts as J.B.’s moral compass, grounding him in the humanity behind
his endeavor.
But audiences’ hearts
will go out to Mattal’s and Sharma’s unlikely champions. The two SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE and LIFE OF PI
stars complement one another well, and it’s their characters’ multicultural
against-the-odds quest that’ll resonate with younger viewers: It’s refreshing to root for underdogs who
don’t necessarily look like us, share our religious beliefs, appreciate our cuisine,
or even share our language. 2 out of 4 stars
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