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Well, there’s plenty more to it, but that’s probably enough to induce you to stay away from Dreamer, right? After all, the only action the seats at the multiplex of the last girl and horse flick, Racing Stripes, saw was a few loose candy wrappers floating from seat to seat due to a potent air-conditioner.
Thing is, why would the likes of Kurt Russell,
Elisabeth Shue, Kris Kristofferson and zillionaire wondertyke Dakota
Fanning waste their time on something so Vanilla? Answer: They
haven’t. Dreamer is one of those films that ain’t no summation going to give justice to. However way you pen it, it sounds common.
Essentially a Disney film in Dreamworks clothing, Dreamer
is the heart-warming tale of a young girl who convinces her father
(Kurt Russell) to keep a racehorse with a shattered leg. With his help,
and the help of a few others (notably, some financers), she turns the
horse into quite a galloper – and enters him in the race of
races, the Breeders Cup.
Dreamer
knows when to push your buttons - the sun saturated skyline, that
moving music, that slow-mo superlative moment – but you’ll
find you’re already there.
What Dreamer
does is it takes the same formulaic template we’ve seen time and
time again in these movies and beefs it up with some superb actors
– if Fanning’s been getting on your nerves of late,
she’ll win you back here – and moulds some astuteness and
elevating characterization into the foundation.
If you don’t get at least a few Goosebumps
when the underdog starts to sprint, or the once not-so-connected family
start to connect again, there’s really no need for you to be an
organ donor - the heart’s not working.
If Dreamer doesn’t melt your heart just a little – you’re granite.
EXTRAS
No extras. Perhaps it has something to do with the woeful box office returns?
Conclusion:
Movie 70% Extras: N/A
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