Draft Day
Grade: D
Cast: Kevin
Costner, Jennifer Garner, Denis Leary, Frank Langella, Ellen Burstyn
Director:
Ivan Reitman
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With two first-round picks in the 2012 NFL draft, the
Cleveland Browns were considered favorites to trade up to the No. 2 overall
pick and land the rights to Heisman Trophy winner Robert Griffin III. They were
outbid by the Washington Redskins, whom Griffin would lead to the playoffs. The
Browns kept their picks and chose running back Trent Richardson and quarterback
Brandon Weeden. Two short years later, neither player is still a Cleveland
Brown.
So when the Seattle Seahawks go looking for a sucker to
trade the No. 1 pick in Ivan Reitman’s Draft Day, it won’t surprise beleaguered
Browns fans (of which there are no other kind) where the bull’s eye lands – squarely
on the back of Browns General Manager Sonny Weaver (Kevin Costner). To the
Cleveland faithful, even the looniest of the loony things that follow might
seem plausible. It’s one thing for a GM to pay a ransom of future draft picks
to move up from No. 7 to the top pick. But then to use that top pick on the
same player he would have chosen at No. 7? Oooookay. To pass on a golden-arm
quarterback prospect because of something that might have happened at a birthday
party? Madness! Football nuts will see Draft Day as a cartoon. Browns fans
might suspect it’s a docudrama.
That’s just the football side of the equation for Costner’s character.
His father just died. He just knocked up a team executive (Jennifer Garner).
And his mother wants to spread his father’s ashes on a practice field RIGHT
THIS MINUTE! To make matters worse, the planet must be on an asteroid collision
course for Draft Night, because none of these people can put off any of these
distractions until the next day.
Draft Day takes inspiration from the baseball front office
drama of Brad Pitt and Moneyball. While that film has its flaws, it knows baseball
and presents Oakland A’s General Manager Billy Beane as a sharp innovator. By
contrast, Draft Day makes you think Weaver and the Browns’ scouts spent all
offseason throwing paper airplanes at each other. With the draft hours away,
they appear to be looking at these players for the first time. Weaver has never
spoken to the quarterback on whom he’s risking his job. Departures from reality are acceptable, but why
depart when the reality would be intense? Research counts. It doesn’t come across here.
Everyone would like to see Kevin Costner go on a late career
run. His breezy essence and core of decency dominates the film like a good star
should, but Draft Day isn’t much of a prize for the effort. Director Ivan
Reitman’s main flourish is to split-screen telephone calls between the general
managers, as if Rock Hudson and Doris Day were discussing players-to-be-named-later (although I like the way he
personalizes the offices – a problem with Moneyball). Somewhere along the line,
Rajiv Joseph (a Pullitzer Prize nominee) and Scott Rothman’s script might have
been a good at one time. But you can see the lumps where producers, market
analysts, script doctors, and Hollywood convention stuck their knives.
Despite the fact it would inevitably turn into a commercial
for a billion-dollar sports enterprise, a film about the NFL draft should have
plenty of good material – money, family, hopes, dreams, sins, deception,
obsession, isolation, and a ticking clock. That film is still on the clock.