The Longshots Movie Review

Almost every year, Hollywood welcomes the college and pro football seasons by programming inspirational gridiron dramas that ask us to join The Program, turn on some Friday Night Lights, or simply Remember the Titans. After all, we aren't just movie buffs, We Are Marshall.

This season's no different as we take the "field" for The Longshots. The film is inspired by the true story of Jasmine Plummer who, at age 11, became the first female to play for a Pop Warner football team. With Plummer at quarterback, the Harvey Colts of Illinois reached the 2003 national championships in Miami, Florida.

Keke Palmer, of the similarly motivational Akeelah and the Bee, steps comfortably into Plummer's cleats. She is a headstrong and vulnerable young actress capable of being moody in one scene and fiery in the next. Palmer shares good chemistry with Ice Cube as the wayward uncle who coaches her on buttonhooks, end routes, and Hail Mary throws.

Longshots marks the auspicious feature-film debut of former Limp Bizkit frontman Fred Durst. His gentle, rustic movie is nothing like his aggressive music, and that's probably intentional. Durst makes the most of his leads, and largely avoids the clichés that usually choke these well-meaning productions.

But it doesn't last. The fourth quarter of Longshots plummets from sentimental to sappy, as absentee fathers show face, the big game comes down to a final play, and Plummer's accomplishments inspire not just her team but her entire town (deadbeat citizens can be seen painting store fronts and sweeping sidewalks as they smile and talk about "last week's game"). Yuck.

Longshots had a better shot at finding a broader audience when plot turns like that were assigned to the bench.

Celebrate in the end zone and that's a $50,000 fine.