Queen in Montreux, 1986.
(via TumbleOn)F. Scott Fitzgerald, in color
The story of how Scotty makes friends and conquers his fears is set amid stylized nostalgia, with the camera lingering proudly over every vintage cereal box and every Edsel. It is also punctuated by crazy overstatements, as the adult Scotty bills the film’s minor developments as “the most desperate thing any of us had ever seen” or “the stupidest thing any of us had ever done.”
With its slow-motion flying baseballs and its close-ups of amazed-looking little players, some of “The Sandlot” (as handsomely shot by Anthony B. Richmond) has a weirdly exalted tone. The rest is terribly cute, with a cast exclusively made up of actors who would do very well in commercials. Mr. Evans’s idea of treating the boys in the film as ensemble players is to have them chatter either in rapid succession or in unison.
- Janet Maslin, April 7, 1993 (New York Times)
Read the rest: “Movie Review: The Sandlot”
Eli: I’m sorry, don’t listen to me. I’m on mescaline, I’ve been spaced out all day.
Richie: Did you say you’re on mescaline?
Eli: I did, indeed… very much so.
Frank Sinatra, Hollywood, 1964. Photographed by Yul Brynner.