Movie Review: 42

Apr. 12, 2013 @ 04:59 AM


Grade: C +

Director: Brian Helgeland

Starring: Chadwick Boseman, Harrison Ford, Nicole Beharie, Andre Holland, Christopher Meloni and Lucas Black

MPAA Rating: PG-13

Running Time: 2 hours, 8 minutes

“42,” the new biopic about Jackie Robinson, draws its title from the iconic jersey number worn by the trailblazing baseballer. It's also the approximate number of times Robinson (Chadwick Boseman) gets called some manner of racial epithet during the film. And the number of times Robinson and his stalwart wife, Rachel (Nicole Beharie), make plaintive yet resolute eye contact during some trying on-field incident. And it’s seemingly the number of times Robinson repeatedly asks Brooklyn Dodgers’ General Manager Branch Rickey (Harrison Ford), “Why did you do this, Mr. Rickey?”

The first couple of times Rickey answers this question are the rare moments of nuance in the otherwise informative yet formulaic “42.” Rickey claims to not see white or black, but rather the green money just waiting to be harvested from black consumers. It might not be the most idealistic notion, but it's a fair and realistic one. Indeed, social progress has long been a bedfellow with economic influence, whether it's lunch counter sit-ins or LGBT boycotts.

But the farther writer-director Brian Helgeland’s hagiographic home run travels, the more it organically rejects such shades of gray. Ultimately, Rickey relays the injustice suffered by a black college player he once managed in the early 1900s. It's a tale Rickey shared regularly in real life, but one that hardly explains his motivation for helping break Major League Baseball's color barrier four decades later.

As a primer on Jackie Robinson, there's a lot to admire about “42,” which spans Rickey signing Robinson to a minor league contract in August 1945 through the end of Robinson’s MLB rookie season in 1947. The majority of events in the film are drawn faithfully from historical accounts, including the infamous 1947 suspension of Dodgers’ manager Leo Durocher (Christopher Meloni) by Commissioner Happy Chandler, the petition circulated by disgruntled Dodger players to protest playing with Robinson and even the infamous spiking of Robinson by Enos Slaughter.

[One striking lapse is contrasting Pasadena, Calif., Robinson’s boyhood home, as enlightened in comparison to the segregated South, when in fact Robinson later wrote about the Jim Crow restrictions he suffered while growing up in California.]

Helgeland also flashes a knack for sports filming, both in-game action and his meticulous digital recreations of the hallowed baseball cathedrals of yore, including Ebbets Field, the Polo Grounds and Crosley Field in Cincinnati. The main cast is capable, including Ford (his roles finally catching up with his crotchetiness), Meloni and Andre Holland as famed black sportswriter Wendell Smith. I also enjoyed John C. McGinley’s faithful rendering of both the cadence and colloquialisms of radio play-by-play announcer Red Barber — ”This game is tighter than a new pair of shoes on a rainy day.”

On the other hand, Boseman stays firmly between the lines with his performance, much like the film itself. Every episode comes affixed with a halo. Racist vitriol in Cincinnati is filtered through the perspective of a little white boy torn between his dad shouting a derogatory word and his hero Pee Wee Reese (Lucas Black) putting his arm around Robinson on the diamond. And you'd be forgiven for thinking Robinson batted around .800 for his career, as the only circumstances that keep Robinson from ever getting a base hit are crooked umpires and the vile haranguing of Phillies manager Ben Chapman (Ben Tudyk).

While “42” is easily digestible, it's hard to not wonder — even during the movie — what accomplished moviemakers like Martin Scorsese, Spike Lee and even Curtis Hanson could have done with this legendary subject. This epic story deserves such epic cinematic treatment.