Wife and I watched Bull Durham today. She has never seen it and I honestly don't think I've seen it since I was maybe 13. Too young to fully get it. Really good but I will say my diminished interest in baseball and it's lore hurt it a bit. When I was a kid and saw it, baseball was magical to me. I would watch baseball all summer, even if it wasn't the Tigers. I would just watch any game on. I played baseball on a summer team and then neighborhood kids would get baseball games going in the park, in the street, anywhere. For several years, I probably played some form of baseball 2/3 of days in the summer. Now, I could probably name less than 10 current MLB players. I wonder if I rewatched Field of Dreams if I would find a similar result or if my nostalgia for that movie (which I've seen many many times) would just hit so many feelings that I couldn't help but be wrapped up in it.
Just one guy talking, but I know Bull Durham holds up much better for me. It was basically a love letter to minor league baseball, and there were a bunch of characters they could have made look bad, but they gave them all grace, even the young groupie. It’s a very sweet movie, without being corny, and Hollywood does not pull that off very often.
Meantime, Field of Dreams is the liberal city couple and the Iowa hayseeds that can’t see the invisible men. Good movie, clever concept, but no rush to see it again.