Jerry Maguire

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Year:	1996
Country of origin:	USA
Director:	Cameron Crowe
Genre:	Sporty rom-drama
Starring:	Tom Cruise, Renée Zellweger, Cuba Gooding Jr.
Rating:	2/5
IMDB link:	http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116695/
Tagline:	Everybody loved him... Everybody disappeared.
Favourite line:	Apparently massively quotable, some people are easily pleased. None that I could be bothered with.

What a terribly predictable disappointment.
Having refused to watch this for manies the moon, I finally relented after much nagging from the better half.
Christ, I wish I’d never bothered.

The movie starts off in quite an interesting fashion, as Cruise's Uberagent Maguire has something of an emotional meltdown and decides that, from this day forward he will abide by a different set of moral standards. Gone are the days of profiteering and greed and in their place love for his fellow man and a credible ethical code.
Well, it's not long before his sports star clients are running from him as fast as their well-muscled legs can carry them and, simultaneously, he is fired by the agency he helped build. Only one person stands by his side, Zellweger's Dorothy Boyd, and it isn't long before their working relationship blossoms into something altogether more intimate. And that's when the movie falls apart.

Reach for the sick bags, people, you're going to need them.
Schmaltzy to the point of pain this, I have been informed by people who know about these things better than I do, is life affirming stuff. Well, if that's the case, I'll gladly continue wallowing in ignorance, because this was just turgid.
It's annoying too, particularly in the form of Gooding Jr. who miraculously won an Oscar for his performance here, which seems to consist of nothing more than shouting and being 'wacky'. Tedious, patronising (seriously, I felt as if I were being lectured on love and relationships by a twelve year old boy) and massively self-indulgent, with a running time that just goes on.
And on.
And fucking on and fucking on.
If this is cinema of the highest order please, shoot me now.
Drivel.