Director Ron Shelton re-teamed with Kevin Costner to pleasing effect for 1996’s
, but that film can’t hold a candle to the feelgood glow the pair conjured up in this baseball classic. It’s an unashamed ode to sports, sex and small-time glory, and one that never fails to raise a smile.
Costner’s brilliant speech about the things he believes in: “I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fibre, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.”