Let’s face it. Affleck and Damon feel like my brothers from another mother. I’ve basically grown up with them from Mystic Pizza to Good Will Hunting to Argo and Stillwater. I love these guys even if they sometimes disappoint (J Lo & Bitcoin commercials, respectively).
And of course, who isn’t in love with Jason Bateman’s dimples. I followed him less closely, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think he’s hysterically funny and handsome. He just seems less accessible in the fraternal sense. And while I could have The Last Dance on repeat, literally for the rest of my life and be happy, Michael Jordan is a God not a brother.
All three of these acting gents did a yeoman’s job at selling the somewhat cheesy and thin screenplay by newbie Alex Convery. See Matt walk away during another mid 1980’s hit song. See Ben jogging to another mid 1980’s hit song. See Jason Bateman looking concerned to another 1980’s hit song. Rinse, repeat.
But with Viola Davis’s knockout performance (as per her usual majesty) as Michael Jordan’s mom and Chris ‘gorgeous’ Messina as the angry agent, one can’t help go along for the ride as to how Nike scored Michael Jordan for the shoe of the century.
