Review of Stealing Home (1988) by Mike C — 26 Mar 2011

Eighties movies are, in general, a pretty bad lot. There were some good ones like Dirty Dancing and...well that's probably about it. Stealing Home falls short of even the low bar I set for movies from that decade.

Mark Harmon is a "washed-up" baseball player who finds out his first love has killed herself. Good enough premise. Except Harmon still looks the same now as he did 22 years ago...smug and unlikeable. On top of that is one of the worst sounding scores, if you can call it that. Simply awful. The story is nothing profound. She pushed him into baseball, and when he's in the gutter all those years later, it is her memory that gets him back on his feet.

I love Netflix, but the service failed me again. This was supposed to be a tearjerker. The only emotion I feel is one of frustration for wasting my time. But oh well, I nodded off a few times so it wasn't a complete loss.