Uncle Drew is a movie that deliberately creates suspense but has no suspense. Just like in superhero movies, no matter how badly the hero is bullied by the villain, it will not prevent him from fighting back. When Uncle Drew played by Owen sets out to find From the moment an old teammate's journey begins, we can already guess the end: they will win the last game, and it will be a zero second lore - the best way to get adrenaline pumping on the basketball court .
But for basketball fans, this is another movie full of suspense - the suspense is which four legendary stars will play the old teammates Uncle Drew is looking for. So Chris Webb, Reggie Miller, Nate Robinson, Shaq O'Neal appeared in turn in Uncle Drew's car to Locke Park with fake white hair and a white beard. Of course, they're all playing real old men in the movie -- the average age is 75, old enough to give the Finals MVP award.
They formed a team like when they were young and returned to the streetball mecca of Rock Park to play, not for trophies, but for "love and youthful blood."
In the last game they fought with the young man, flipped the young man's cap on the ground, shot like the young man, and made the drive. The stubborn temper of not admitting defeat has not diminished in the past, almost like Mutombo, wagging his fingers dismissively at his opponents, young and frivolous written on their wrinkled faces.
These old men, who had no choice but to retire because of injuries, finally raised their eyebrows with the help of the dream-making art of movies: "I'm not old yet!"
Youth cannot always be measured by age. Wrinkles, too, should not be a sign of aging. Just like the old boot played by Nate, who is mentally ill and disabled, and almost spends his old age in a wheelchair. He looks at the monotonous scenery outside the hospital window every day and becomes depressed. But when a teammate threw a basketball, he could still receive it as quickly as a conditioned reflex, and suddenly there was light in his eyes. When he put on the sneakers that Uncle Drew gave him, he stood up from the wheelchair miraculously (of course, the plot needs this miracle). Young, that is, there is something that makes your eyes glow when you mention it, that is, you still have expectations for simplicity and purity.
In the movie, this simple and pure thing is basketball - a street basketball that is different from the NBA. It does not require drafting, training, wearing equipment and protective gear, just a sentence "add one, not very good at playing."
Like rock and hip-hop, street basketball belongs only to young people. It is a weapon used by middle-school and 2-year-olds to fight the boring world. Because of its free rules, the strict social order feels offended. The intention to fight is clearly expressed with actions and spewed out with trash talk, which is completely inconsistent with the habit of trying to maintain harmony between people in a "civilized society". But it is undeniable that here, all you want to get is just exchanged with blood and sweat.
There's no class or intrigue on the court, and the only way to prove you're stronger is to throw more basketballs into the rim. Fairness is the greatest charm of basketball or all competitive sports. That's why a rookie-year Iverson can knock Jordan to the ground with acrobatic tricks, and the film's four limping seniors can compete against sturdy youngsters to win or lose.
There is no doubt that this is a movie that can evoke memories of youth, for everyone who has loved basketball. The moment O'Neal picked up the basketball with one hand again, he would definitely think of his miracle of smashing the basket, and Reggie Miller would definitely flash his improvised "Miller miracle" in front of his eyes when he made a three-pointer.
The same is true for me. I've almost forgotten about basketball for the past six months. It's like a certain area of the cerebral cortex can't be aroused. I don't watch, play, or play basketball for a period of time, which makes me lose the conditioned reflex to make a dribble action while walking. But seeing these familiar faces and hearing Shaq's "pass the ball, Kobe", the familiar feeling seemed to come back. What came back together is a chain of inseparable memories, the summer vacation when I frantically collected Iverson's posters, the bad jokes Popovich told, and the brothers who passed you the ball and grabbed your rebounds.. ....
It turns out that the things I once loved can exist so indestructibly that time has no way of taking it. In that case, just keep playing, after all, as Uncle Drew said, "Basketball is the most reliable thing in the world, you don't complain, you don't question it, you drop it and it bounces right back. "[This article is from the public account Xingyueye]
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