Don't place any bets on the success of this summer's baseball movie, Summer Catch. It's boring, it's brainless and it's all been done before.
Strike one is the formulaic plot line--a poor-boy-meets-rich-girl romance that even TV psychics could call. Strike two is the shoddy dialogue and shallow characters. But the big reason Summer Catch really strikes out is its disappointment factor: This could have been a great movie.
Freddie Prinze Jr., so promising in She's All That and The House of Yes, stars as Ryan, a totally dull baseball player yearning to make it big. He's sappier than a maple tree, and it stinks. Seventh Heaven star Jessica Biel is equally conventional as Tenley, a spunky but spoiled girl vacationing in Ryan's hometown.
Even Brittany Murphy, the usually-amazing actress seen in Girl, Interrupted, is reduced to a formulaic fake-blonde (though it must be noted, pouring a bottle of beer from between one's legs is a notable accomplishment for any up-and-coming actress). Besides being a total waste of time, Summer Catch once more demonstrates that the real American pastime isn't baseball--it's mindless entertainment.