True, Invincible is full of those moments during which you would normally smirk, shrug and haul ass out into the bright sunlight without one glance back at the multiplex. It's constructed upon the clichés of real-life-via-Hollywood sports movie in which the unknown solider becomes the People's Champion, if only for a down or a quarter or a single game. But Invincible is also conscious of its formula, so much so that it plays more like a heartfelt homage to convention than to the man at its center, former Philadelphia Eagles special teams player Vince Papale. It's earnest, thoughtful, charming it's sincere, which goes a long way.
It has to, because Invincible harbors no surprises as it tells the tale of Papale (Wahlberg), a 30-year-old part-time Philadelphia barkeep who played high school ball for one year, and none in college, and still wound up an Eagle in 1976. That's when desperate team owner Leonard Tose (Michael Nouri) allowed damned near every out-of-shape male in the Philadelphia area to try out for the team, which had become a laughingstock. Tose's much-maligned publicity stunt yielded him a three-season player in Papale, who remains the oldest rookie ever to start in the National Football League.
The best sports movies eschew the clichés or mock them, as Ron Shelton did in the cynical fairy tale Bull Durham; or blindside and cripple them, as Ted Kotcheff did in his snarling adaptation of Peter Gent's North Dallas Forty; or beat them to death, as Martin Scorsese did in Raging Bull. These films are all about the allegorical carnage wrought on the playing field-turned-battlefield the emotional victory that gives way to the spiritual defeat and, perhaps, moral redemption.
But Invincible like Rocky or Hoosiers or Breaking Away or the small number of satisfying sports movies in which the Little Guy towers and triumphs is having none of that; no metaphors here, only "real life" stuff that's so dusted off and polished it feels utterly phony. There's no excusing those flaws, the heartstrings-tugging moments that have the conviction of screenwriting software the you-can-do-it-kid speeches, the do-it-for-us-buddy plaints, the hangdog-in-the-headlights scenes, the unrequited love scenes between Vince and the pretty new bartender from New York (The 40-Year-Old Virgin's freaky Elizabeth Banks). And yet Core and Gann push past all that to extract from the clichés the larger, better story of a guy who has nothing to lose save for the dignity beaten out of him by pro-ballers who want the guy dragged from the field on a stretcher.
Papale keeps with him a note from his wife, who has walked out on him in the film's earliest moments; her final words You'll never amount to anything serve as his inspiration as other Eagles teammates chide and deride the wannabe. He figures to be cut every day, and one of the better scenes involves his waiting for the knock on the door that will send him to Vermeil's office for the inevitable adios. Wahlberg, the would-be action star (The Italian Job, Planet of the Apes) who has better success playing invisible men who want to be seen (Boogie Nights, I &hearts Huckabees), fills in the blanks left by the screenplay; he looks as hollow and desperate as Gann wants him to be heroic and defiant. (Kinnear, alas, just looks like Kinnear in a bad wig; his Vermeil could be any Pee-Wee league coach with a soft spot for a hard case.)
Emblematic of how the movie works when it shouldn't is a scene that takes place in a muddy patch of turf in Papale's row-house neighborhood. It's pouring, he's just had his ass handed to him by Tom Landry's Dallas Cowboys during his pre-season debut, and his boys feel like Vince has abandoned them for fame and glory. So Vince strips down to his Eagles T-shirt and strides, beneath the pounding rain, onto the field surrounded by chain link and illuminated only by lightning flashes and car headlights. The music, a classic-rock soundtrack that morphs into an orchestral wail, begins to swell; the men, now covered in mud and unrecognizable, begin to roar. You want to giggle at this ham-fisted display but just can't; it's a Hail Mary, a desperate act that turns the nonbeliever's incredulous gasp into the fan's approving cheer.
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