As I sit in the theater lobby, writing this review (the movie is still playing, you should know) I'm trying to recall how many movies I've ever walked out of. I can count them on one hand. At the most, it's been three. Add another one to the list. Any Given Sunday. What a piece of crap.Any Given Sunday probably enticed you with it's promise of "heart pounding action", a "thumping soundtrack" and a "cast of stars" as it did me. "Oo! Football, DMX, Al Pacino, Cameron Diaz... LL Cool J?" But what it ended up being was a no chance of any plot even after an hour of viewing conglomerate of neat-o Olly Stone images (that ended up giving me a headache) and a bunch of cardboard cut out icons trying to play significant roles.
Can we say Mtv meets football?
Now, my boyfriend is still watching the pile of crap. God knows why. Even he, who doesn't analyze a damned thing about movies beyond our ratings scale of "Fucking awesome!" to "Sucks All Ass!" actually interrupted me when five minutes into the movie I started to tell him how it was going to end and he finished it for me. (Although I never got the chance to find out if we were correct, as just now he's come out of the theater and told me we had to leave. "This sucks.")
This movie is so devoid of anything good that I have to wonder why they made it. "Look at Jamie Foxx! He's young, he's out for himself, isn't that bad? There's Dennis Quaid, he used to be good, but he's getting old and we don't think he can push it anymore even though he has the most team effort of anyone around. And there's Al Pacino, that dumbass alcoholic that's even older than Dennis Quaid and all he does is sleep with hookers. But wait, Cameron Diaz is cool. She's trying to save the team, isn't that worth something?" Ad friggin' nauseum.See it, don't see it. It's your dime, but I certainly couldn't even recommend you see it on video. Spend some time underwater basket weaving, you'll be much happier with yourself.