Summertime nostalgia for the carefree days of yore, when friendship, mischief and baseball was the extent of a young boy's concern. And actually, those first two points are ancillary. Baseball is where it all begins and ends.
I didn't grow up in 1960s California like these kids, but their experiences are eerily familiar. As, I'll wager, is the case with most men beyond a certain age. We're products of a day when parents would send their children out, unsupervised, to find their own way in the world until a certain designated supper time. That open sense of freedom, and the alternating feelings of fear and discovery that accompany it, is key to understanding why The Sandlot is so well-loved. Either you lived it and you see it, right there on the screen, or you didn't, and it misses you.
It's got shortcomings - lots of shortcomings, actually - but that warm overriding sentimentality smooths over a lot of the rough spots. The effects work on that big, scary junkyard dog might be laughable, but hey, such threats really do seem exaggerated and scary when you're twelve years old. Did the city actually light enough Independence Day fireworks to illuminate the neighborhood baseball diamond for a once-a-year night game? Probably not, but I'll bet it seems that way through the fog of a few decades' unreliable memory.
Simple and predictable, with an overdose of "for the love of the game" axioms, but also good-natured and playful; it's nice to visit this world, to recall your own similar childhood adventures, even if you can't completely overlook its schmaltzier limitations.
One if not the best baseball movie of all time. It has everything action, comedy, thrilling characters, and just good development for everyone. Denis Leary is personally one of my favorites. But the amount of quotes you can take from this movie like "You're Killing me Smalls" and "You mean that’s the same guy?" an american classic and definitely up there as one of the best baseball movies ever.
"The Sandlot" recaptures the magic of being a boy in the 'Burbs with nothing to do all summer but play baseball. These boys had big dreams and bigger imaginations, the latter of which is put to the test by a nightmare of a beast, a giant dog who devours baseballs and puts abrupt endings to one too many ball games.
This is so refreshing because the only real problems the boys have is figuring out how to get their Babe Ruth autographed ball back from the ball chewing monster behind their outfield fence. There are no earth-shattering personal or family problems to be seen. This is light-heated fare. The nightmarish vision of the beast turns out to mostly be a fabrication by the boys' and their tale-telling exaggerations. However, the director supplies us with images of a monster instead of just a large dog, which recreates the boys' fears for the viewers' eyes. This one ends happily for the sandlot crew, perfectly capping the adventures on their own field of dreams.
wont ever matter how old i am; this movie will always hold a special place.
This one is a classic! I will happily watch this one many more time. The quotes, the vibes, the memories. Nostalgia will forever kick very hard with this one for me!
Rating: 4.5/5 - 90% - Highly Recommend
This was one of my favorite baseball themed films as a kid. It still holds up fairly well. Many of the scenes still play out just as I remember them, my toddler was enjoying the scenes of trying to retrieve the baseball from the beast.
Fun movie, lots of memorable moments and all around a good time
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One summer in high school i went to the theater almost everyday for a week to watch this movie.