Most baseball movies pursue the romance of the game – the romance of the flawed Adonis (The Natural), the romance of nostalgia (Field of Dreams), or simply the romance of the romcom (Bull Durham).
From what may seem, on the surface, to be dry subject matter, director Bennett Miller delivers a wordy but well-paced and thrilling film, closer to co-writer Aaron Sorkin's The Social Network than previous baseball-themed big hitters Bull Durham or Field of Dreams.
Moneyball brings these elements together in a manner that introduces that most romantic of baseball pictures, Field of Dreams, to that most 21st-century of films about technological and cultural transformation, The Social Network.
No jock schmaltzfest like “Field of Dreams,” the whip-smart “Moneyball” is a crowd-pleasing baseball movie for people — like me — who don’t like baseball movies.
The Natural made it mythical, Field of Dreams made it spiritual, and Bull Durham made it sexy.
Anyone expecting an emotional “Field of Dreams” or mythical “The Natural” might be disappointed not to find anything that lodges a lump in the throat.