There is just something about baseball. The way a man can stand at a plate, bat in hand and make the difference between victory and defeat for his teammates. Or it can be a man standing on the pitcher’s mound at the bottom of the ninth with a ball in the glove, as well as the difference between winning or losing for his whole community. It is one of the few sports that marries teamwork with the romantic image of individual achievement. The American dream in a diamond field.
It can be the stuff of powerful drama or a maudlin sermon on civility. Brian Helgeland attempts to walk that perilous line throughout his new film titled (what else?) 42.