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The movie follows Ray Kinsella, a novice Iowa farmer who is commanded by several messages from a disembodied voice to construct a baseball diamond in the middle of his cornfield. He does it, and the Chicago White Sox come.
The sentimentality, of which there is plenty, is nicely balanced by a humor of ironic pragmatism, as when Ray, having built his baseball field as a monument to human dreams, decides to charge tourists $20 a head to visit it.
Alden's script goes from charming to preposterous to preachy.
May 06, 2014
Tulsa World
If you like to think of every time at bat as a new hope, if you can taste a kind of poetry along with the hot dogs they serve at the ballpark, if you like to imagine that life is meant to be good, and miracles aren't out of the question... go see [it].
All of this would work better if Robinson built up the reality of the town more, made the citizens a more palpable presence, as Frank Capra did in Hollywood's greatest fable-fantasy, It's a Wonderful Life.
Field of Dreams isn't a home run. It's more like a suicide squeeze: if it hadn't been perfectly executed, it wouldn't have worked. But as they say in baseball, a run is a run.
This fantasy drama from director Phil Alden Robinson is a delightful blend of the blind-fate story and the more fanciful feel-good corn of Frank Capra.
Field of Dreams sustains a dreamy mood in which the idea of baseball is distilled to its purest essence: a game that stands for unsullied innocence in a cruel, imperfect world.
In Costner, writer-director Robinson has found the perfect player for a personal-stakes game, a guy with a leg-it-out intensity and kidlike enthusiasm. It's Costner's eye-on-the-ball exuberance that carries Dreams past its often mechanical aesthetic ...