Why is this movie so bad?
It feels a bit cursed. Perhaps the accusations that would plague Marv Albert - an extended cameo performer in this, for some reason - the year after this was released hang heavy in the cinematic air.
Frank Langella himself, who began a romance with Whoopi amidst filming that ended their respective marraiges - I am serious - has more recently been cancelled for impropriety, being replaced in Netflix's House of Usher; the vibe, as they say, is off.
In any case, there are way too many writers for what we thought was a down-the-middle, fish-out-of-water sports comedy. Too many cooks makes a rancid casserole, and Eddie is way overcooked. Not even Lisa Ann Walter can rescue this one.
