Maybe it's cliched, maybe you know the ending from the first shot onwards, but it doesn't make it any less entertaining.This movie worked for me because of the "Kingpin" rule. I can't be sure if the good guys are going to win anymore. Hell, maybe they'll just share a moral victory! Learn a valuable lesson! Hey..you never know.
So, anyways, Dawson's a quarterback, but he rides the bench. This must not continue, so an emissary of the movie-going public goes and injures the starting quarterback. The starting quarterback knew his days were numbered. "Oh, shit. Dawson's my backup. I just hope I don't lose any body parts in order to get him in for a crucial play." Shut up, starter-boy. You're just lucky Dolph Lundgren didn't punch you to death, like he did to Apollo.
Dawson becomes head quarterback, and then slutty girls throw themselves at him. I'll say this; the movie made me want to play football. But he doesn't enjoy it, because Jon Voight is a Nazi. Dawson is somehow not content with being the town God, and longs for artistic freedom, which is represented by reading Kurt Vonnegut. I guess we can consider ourselves lucky that he didn't want to make another movie about how being a football player when your ex-girlfriend/soul mate (Oh, you KNOW they're getting back together) is dating that Jack guy, who's probably gay anyway. And Pacey? What's up with him?
There's the party guy, the fat guy, the evil coach, the father who is projecting his dreams onto his son, and the crucial final play. And I fell for all of it. I knew I had seen it all before, and I didn't care. At the final play, I was squeezing my date's hand just as hard as she was mine, and she doesn't even understand football. Good, solid, entertainment.Some cliches are just worth keeping. The football movie, and the French Sex Comedy. Sacre Bleu, mes pantalons sont tombees!