Do you have a video playback issues?
Please disable AdBlocker in your browser for our website.
Due to a high volume of active users and service overload, we had to decrease the quality of video streaming. Premium users remains with the highest video quality available. Sorry for the inconvinience it may cause. Donate to keep project running.
The guys then go to an arcade where another old teammate, Lights (Reggie Miller), is playing. He appears to be blind, as he misses every shot he takes and can't even see the guys when they approach him. Lights quickly agrees to join them. They then head to a retirement home to find Boots (Nate Robinson), who hasn't walked in years. He is watched by his granddaughter Maya (Erica Ash). Drew tosses Boots a ball, and he proves his reflexes and instincts are still as good as they used to be when he quickly catches the ball. The guys try to find a way to break Boots out of the home, but he manages to roll himself out of the building and join the guys. Maya goes along with them.
The last guy on their team is Big Fella (Shaquille O'Neal), who has not spoken to Drew since the team split up. He now works as the sensei of a karate dojo. The guys approach Big Fella, who sucker-punches Drew. Despite his grudge against Drew, Big Fella agrees to go with the guys, but he refuses to talk to Drew.
An amiable, good-natured film that delivers little of substance other than a pleasant "forget about the outside world" experience for 103 minutes. Sometimes that's good enough.
Uncle Drew is more than a vehicle to sell cola, not to mention basketball's chief product-placement fetish, sneakers. It's also a sweet-intentioned bit of summer fun.
The message is undercut by the fact that they're all decades younger than the movie says they are, and under the amateurish old-age makeup, they aren't actors enough to make it work.
Lil Rel Howery, Tiffany Haddish, JB Smoove and Nick Kroll are terrific, as we'd expect. It's more of a surprise that basketballers Irving, Miller, Robinson, Leslie, et al., are also quite good.
Its heart is in the right place, but some lively performances from the better-than-you'd-expect ballers-turned-actors can only paper over a thin, cliché-riddled script so much.
"Uncle Drew confirms the urban legend that the best stand-up comedy, face-to-face drama, and spontaneously creative choreography can be found on city basketball courts."