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Peter Segal does score one in my book paying true homage to the original
film in only he could, through direction that is extremely faithful to
the style from the first. Segal really manages to depict much of the
style from the first film including the constant split and scrolling
screens that heighten the action on the football field. What the
original
film has over this remake is everything in terms of quality, but the
remake scores a point by the director for paying respect to the original
by mimicking the style. And while it is a remake, it's about eighty
percent faithful to the original with scenes that are taken right out of
the original, including the scene where the football player's nose is
purposely broken, and Terry snaps it back in to place. Also, while it's
a shame Eddie Albert died during filming, Ed Lauter has a very subtle
cameo here. Lauter was originally the abusive and sadistic guard who
took pleasure in beating Reynolds' character on a regular bases. William
Fichtner, I'm glad to say, is just as threatening as Ed Lauter was. I
don't attribute it to the writing, I attribute it to the talented
Fichtner who takes a potentially one-dimensional villain and helps
improve him as a real menace.
There's that old adage, that shit, no matter how much you polish it, is
still shit in the end, and this newest unnecessary, unneeded,
un-requested remake is shit in spite of how much its polished. You got
to give it to MTV, they have every single market covered here. For the
old folks, Burt Reynolds, for the rap fans, Nelly, for the stockholders,
product placements, for the film snobs, James Cromwell and William
Fichtner, for the sports fans, wrestling and football stars, and the
list goes on. They really know how to play the field there. But in the
end, Sandler is no Burt Reynolds, Sandler turns Reynolds' fed up angry
ex-athlete in to a modest buffoon. If you can believe Sandler was a
tough MVP quarterback for a football team, then the rumors were true,
Sandler's fans really aren't that bright.
Sandler is as believable a quarterback as Rock would be, but thankfully
he does nothing much but talk a lot and stand around for the sole
purpose of reminding us they were once on SNL. Rock's character is just
there to spout his usual comedy routines for the sole purpose
of--well--because he can. When you have to add a character for comic
relief in a comedy, well, then you really have problems.
Many of the jokes here fall flat on their ass with gags that range from
weird, to unnecessary, to just plain curious, and for no particular
reason, there are the additions of gay characters that are just running
gags, and nothing else.
What was once a hardcore, violent, and gritty sports/jail film is
recycled in to this watered down dribble. With the original film the
prison the original character was taken in to had menace, it was
frightening and mean and he had to take these psychos and attempt to
turn them in to football players without having them kill him. But here,
they're all just relatively harmless and mischievous. One major faux pas
that could have kept this film from going to the dumps had it been done
right, was turning the warden of the jail from a sinister and sadistic
tool ala Eddie Albert to an inept and often sour James Cromwell. It's
sad how nothing here is achieved throughout the haze of talent, and
rapid fire dialogue. The film ends on a bad after taste, and it's
instantly forgotten.
Yep, you know it's coming, it's only a matter of time, here it comes,
shield your eyes: The original is much, much better. Yes, take an
original and fun piece of sports filmmaking and turn it in to a
homogenized, bland, and boring mess of a vehicle. In spite of competent
directing, the jokes fall flat, the gags are tired, Rob Schneider has a
criminally unfunny cameo, and talent is wasted.

- Terry Crews
stars alongside Chris Rock here, he also stars in Chris Rock's
series "Everybody Hates Chris" as his father.
- For the
wrestling fans, Bill Goldberg, Kevin Nash, and Stone Cold appear
here.
- Rob Schneider is
hilarious. There, I said it, can you disappear from film now, Rob?
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