Clint Eastwood is a grumpy old man, and we like him that way. It would be weird if he ever tried to play anything else. Even when he was young, he was almost always grumpy, and older than his years. Think about Blondie, or the Man With No Name. How old are they? 30 or 60? Does it matter?
Amy Adams, though, is sweet and cute. We like her that way, too, though I’ve been impressed with her attempts to show a grittier aside (especially in “The Fighter.”) Once a few years ago I called her the new Meg Ryan, but she’s showing that she has more range than Ryan ever had.
But in “Trouble With the Curve,” she plays Eastwood’s daughter, and tries to match him grump for grump. It’s really unpleasant to watch. He is a baseball scout who’s losing his eyesight; she’s his daughter who was dragged from stadium to stadium while she was growing up, but has since gone to college and become a high-achieving lawyer. But now she’s being called in to help her father – though not by him – he’ll never admit he needs any help. The two of them grump at each other, and at everyone around them, and at the world in general. It’s like “Grumpy Old Men,” except only one of them’s an old man, and it’s not very funny. Grumpy Amy Adams is not someone I want to be around.
I watched this because it’s a baseball movie, and I have a weak spot for baseball movies. But it’s not a very good one. Once all the grumping is out of the way and Eastwood and Adams have had their big reconciliation scene, it tacks on a pretty far-fetched ending to try to make sure it’s a movie about baseball, and not just about grumpy people. It doesn’t really succeed. And the more I write about it, the grumpier I feel. So I’m done.
Verdict: Not Recommended Unless you’re already grumpy, and like being grumpy, and want to spend two hours with grumpy people.
(Holy cow. How many times did I use the word “grumpy” in this review?)