Formula stuff. Funny, but formula.Major League is kind of a Bull Durham clone. Aging catcher (Tom Berenger) is on a nowhere team (Cleveland Indians, and how times have changed) and he takes a young hothead (Charlie Sheen) under his wing while chasing after a hottie (Rene Russo).
What's good about this movie? Well, not a lot. It's incredibly formulaic. You know exactly what's going to happen. The cellar-dwelling Indians will, for whatever reason, make a run at the playoffs, turning their empty park into a baseball mecca, loaded with screaming fans. The goat from a previous game, Vaughn (Sheen), will save the day. Guy gets girl, team wins, roll credits.
It's almost like a ripoff of every baseball film ever made, right down to the music (opening credit music is from Randy Newman, who wrote the music to The Natural, a much better baseball movie).
What's good is Margaret Whitton, who plays Rachel Phelps. Phelps is the team owner, who inherited it from her late husband. She hates Cleveland (as is mandatory in the movies). She wants to move the team to Florida, and can only do that if attendance falls below a certain level. So she assembles a team of losers, of has-beens (Berenger) and never-will-bes (Wesley Snipes, Sheen and others) to make the Indians suck. And suck they do, until they figure out what's going on.
Whitton's a hoot. She's sexy and bitchy, and a bright spot in an otherwise unremarkable cast (with the exception of veteran actor James Gammon, who plays the coach).Overall, not a bad film, but there's better ways to spend your money.