Field of Dreams has an emotional stranglehold on men of a certain age.
I understand why. It embodies and encourages the better part of our nature and that of America in general. Plus, baseball, for reasons that escape me, is our national pastime.
I regret to inform you, it is not an outstanding movie.
It qualifies as good. But one massive flaw kept me from sharing in the shiny-eyed love for the film that afflicts my father (and millions of others).
I saw it for the first time only a few years ago and was left wondering how this was ever a film.
You Sit on a Throne of LIES
Field of Dreams hit me wrong in a way that, say, Angels in the Outfield, didn’t. Because it's built on a lie.
If you somehow have not seen Field of Dreams, Kevin Costner is a man who's from a city. His father was a minor league baseball player, very distant from him, and died probably younger than he should have. They were estranged.
Kevin Costner (I don’t care about the character’s name and neither do you) moved to Iowa…