Antoine and Kenny Tyler are NCAA college basketball players, and Antoine is the star.
Suddenly Antoine dies of heart attack during on of his best games, and Kenny has to fill his shoes as leader of team.
After the team has a run of losses, Antoine returns as a ghost and helps Kenny in game and in life, but Kenny changes in the process and doesn't quite like it.....
There was a time in the mid-nineties when it seemed that studios were giving anybody with a bit of a kookiness to them, or a decent TV career starring roles in semi-major Hollywood releases. Some had moderate success (Damon Wayans), and some started with promise but their popularity soon dropped, astonishingly rapidly (Pauly Shore, Sinbad).
But they were all watchable, had the same running time, and the narrative was based solely on their schtick, their trademark.
And then we have this movie. It's high concept, with two good leads, but the film forgets two things, Angels In The Outfield, and he most important aspect of a comedy, to be funny.
It's not Wayans fault, he has some great screen presence, and if anyone has saw his audition for the Richard Pryor forthcoming Biopic, he's a blooming decent actor.
So shame on the film makers for having him be miserable for half the film, and be running around screaming like a loon and hugging thin air for the rest of it.
It's too long, and for a children's film about a ghostly basketball player, its way too depressing and too profane.
What could have been a fun 90 minutes ends up as a boring depressing ordeal, with really nothing going for it.
Suddenly Antoine dies of heart attack during on of his best games, and Kenny has to fill his shoes as leader of team.
After the team has a run of losses, Antoine returns as a ghost and helps Kenny in game and in life, but Kenny changes in the process and doesn't quite like it.....
There was a time in the mid-nineties when it seemed that studios were giving anybody with a bit of a kookiness to them, or a decent TV career starring roles in semi-major Hollywood releases. Some had moderate success (Damon Wayans), and some started with promise but their popularity soon dropped, astonishingly rapidly (Pauly Shore, Sinbad).
But they were all watchable, had the same running time, and the narrative was based solely on their schtick, their trademark.
And then we have this movie. It's high concept, with two good leads, but the film forgets two things, Angels In The Outfield, and he most important aspect of a comedy, to be funny.
It's not Wayans fault, he has some great screen presence, and if anyone has saw his audition for the Richard Pryor forthcoming Biopic, he's a blooming decent actor.
So shame on the film makers for having him be miserable for half the film, and be running around screaming like a loon and hugging thin air for the rest of it.
It's too long, and for a children's film about a ghostly basketball player, its way too depressing and too profane.
What could have been a fun 90 minutes ends up as a boring depressing ordeal, with really nothing going for it.