A review by Marisa Mostek

The opening scene of Clint Eastwood’s new flick, Trouble With the Curve, worried me. The camera focused in on Eastwood in the restroom after waking up while he attempts to get his *ahem* gentleman part *ahem* to produce a steady stream of pee. Oh no, I thought, maybe he has lost it...

Trouble with the Curve certainly had its troubles, namely the length of time it dragged on before picking up momentum. Pick up momentum it did, however, and the second half or so was enough to make it a worthwhile film to see. 

With movies like Moneyball and Invictus, inspirational sports films seem to crop up on more and more cinema screens these days. Trouble with the Curve does not so neatly fit into this category, however. The relationship between Eastwood and Amy Adams provides a psychological aspect to the film, therefore giving the plot additional depth. 

I should have kept track of how many times Adams stormed out of the establishment while dining out with Eastwood because he said something to rub her the wrong way. In each case, she left an entire plate of food behind. She may have learned a lot about baseball growing up but an occasional lesson on not wasting food couldn’t have hurt. If they ate every meal together, I wouldn’t be surprised if Eastwood pissed her off to the point of starvation. 

Despite its flaws, Trouble with the Curve successfully incorporates enough comedy, humanity, and of course, baseball, to make it well worth a trip to the theater. Just be sure to use the restroom before the film, as its running time is just enough to put many bladders to the test.