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 enlarge | Director: Oliver Stone
Actors: Al Pacino, Cameron Diaz, Dennis Quaid, James Woods, Jamie Foxx
Studio: Warner Home Video
Category: DVD
List Price: $14.98
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Rating:  224 reviews
Sales Rank: 4313
Format: Anamorphic, Closed-captioned, Color, Director's Cut, Dolby, Dvd-video, Widescreen, Ntsc
Languages: English (Original Language), English (Subtitled), French (Subtitled)
Rating: R (Restricted)
Region: 1
Aspect Ratio: 2.35:1
Number Of Discs: 2
Running Time: 156 Minutes
Shipping Weight (lbs): 0.3
Dimensions (in): 7.4 x 6 x 0.6
MPN: WARD17945D
ISBN: 0790752794
UPC: 085391794523
EAN: 9780790752792
ASIN: B000055WG0
Theatrical Release Date: December 22, 1999
Release Date: August 7, 2001
Availability: Usually ships in 1-2 business days
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 Great Sports Movie February 12, 2008
S. Walker (Marietta, Georgia USA)
0 out of 1 found this review helpful
This one is a classic. Buy it to see Jamie Foxx become the actor he is now.
 Great movie January 19, 2008
K. Campbell (Alabama)
Great football movie. My son wanted it for Christmas. Instead of traveling all over town for hours/days to find a non-new release, we clicked it in two seconds on the computer and it was delivered to the house. Very easy!!
 DRUGS, SEX AND NO ROCK'N ROLL November 15, 2007
wdanthemanw (Geneva, Switzerland)
1999. Co-written and directed by Oliver Stone. Hysterical editing for this football movie. Drugs, sex and no rock and roll. Avoidable if you're not a fan of the American favorite sunday entertainment.
Benefit of the doubt - didn't finish it October 25, 2007
W. Dwinnell (Minneapolis, MN)
I only made it about thirty-five minutes into this one, so gave it three stars, accounting for the possibility it gets a lot better. So it gets the benefit of the doubt. In other words, I make the assumption that this movie does not remain in the stink and muck in which it rests during the first thirty-five minutes. I highly doubt it, however.
I noticed someone's praise of the camera work. I've seen this in quite a few movies lately - It's really not all that innovative. I'm sure it's been done years ago in some movie I've seen. I probably didn't notice because I was paying too much attention to good acting. Seriously- quit jerking off and put the damn camera back on the tripod. Woo the audience with some substance. What with the jerky camera work and the hip-hop soundtrack, it's no small wonder audiences weren't having seizures and beat-boxing simultaneously.
I did not rent this, I am proud to say. It was on one of the movie channels I was fortunately not wasting any money on(a poor, misguided roommate paid for it). I decided to give it a try. This I did, despite being aware that Hollywood spews out one of these football movies at least once a year. Guess I was feeling a little masochistic.
Well, what I saw reminded me of every other football movie I've seen. Admittedly, I haven't seen too many, and most of those I probably haven't seen in their entirety. Still I deem my impression an educated one. Oh the intensity, oh the corruption, oh the steroids, etc.
Oliver Stone has, of course, made some great films, but in his later years(since Natural Born Killers, perhaps) it seems he has been digging deeper and deeper into his dirty trunks in search of ideas.
 Where are you now that we need you, Bruno Ricci? October 16, 2007
Salvatore Rossellini
1 out of 3 found this review helpful
It's hard to know where to start with this movie. Should one begin by saying, "Poor Al Pacino" or "Poor Oliver Stone." ... Two talents, notably wasted.
Let's start with Al. ...
Where have you gone, Al Pacino? A nation turns its lonely eyes to your lonely eyes. I think it was in "And Justice For All" that you started *lecturing* us. There you are, standing in front of an actor, usually a group of actors, and holding forth on this, that or the other thing. But this isn't acting, Al baby, it's pontificating. It's the writer, actor and director lecturing us. Worst of all, it's out of character; it's Al Pacino informing us "about life" -- in this case, football as a metaphor for life, Hollywood style.
That might not be so bad, but this movie you're in, "Any Given Sunday," has absolutely nothing to say. Zero. Nada. Zilch! Moreover, it's cynical, mean-spirited and distasteful. This seems to me to be one of Oliver Stone's "Uh-Oh-He's-Taken-One-Too-Many-Drugs" films.
Stone, as director, co-writer and bit actor in the movie, wants it both ways. On one hand, he hauls out every cliche, every truism, every shallow intellectually impoverished "insight" about football - that it uses up bodies and spirits; that it represent corporatism-gone-wild; that it's no longer anything near a "game" but instead a cutthroat business. All of which Stone, too, pontificates about. But at the same time, he wants it the other way -- he takes every opportunity to show us the blood-lust of professional football, the spectacular hits, the macho strutting, along with all the worst aspects of human nature.
Come on, Ollie, make-up-yer-mind! You can't have it both ways, bubi.
It's not that there aren't talented people involved in the movie. Like so many other pieces of Hollywood crap, there is a great deal of talent in front of and behind the cameras. But to what end? To say what?
Here's Oliver Stone making "JFK" in which he postulates that JFK was bumped off by, among others, the military-industrial complex. And yet in offering us "On Any Given Sunday," he makes no meaningful, no insightful, no first-order connection between football and the brutality of American militarism; football and the corporatization of America; football and "The American way of life." ... Any attempts to do this in the movie are cursory and embarrassingly weak.
Consider Oliver Stone's "take" on 9/11; the ridiculous movie he made about the heroes of 9/11. Say, Oliver, think there might be just a *tad* of evidence that 9/1l was perhaps "allowed to happen" -- or worse? That there is, in fact, a truckload of information, evidence and "background context" that has been systematically ignored by the Establishment, and that maybe a talented filmmaker such as yourself can shed some light on. ... But wait a second, there I go mistaking you for someone other than a status quo-defending Establishment mainstay. (As they used ot say when they ran movies all day long: "This is where I came in."
Anyways ... getting back to the movie. The funniest part of the movie, albeit completley unintential, is the quick-cut, still-photo reference to Al Pacino's character as a quarterback star in days gone by. Oh, please, Lord have mercy! (And, note: I'm an agnostic.) Al Pacino as a quarterback?! Okay, folks, it's LYAO time. I'm old enough to remember when some quarterbacks were short, e.g., Eddie LaBaron and Bobby Layne in the 1950s, but please -- Al Pacino as a quarterback? He'd have to bring a ladder to the line of scrimmage every time he threw a pass.
As previously noted, the movie is packed with talented craftsman, Stone and Pacino included among them. But what are they toiling at? Answer: A pretentious piece of violent, frenzied, cynical, intellectually addled nonsense.
Cameron Diaz shows that she should be in quality movies. So when is THAT gonna happen???
But, again, what in the world is this movie trying to accomplish? Even if the movie only aspires to be "entertaining," it's totally ridiculous on the face of it -- the only entertainment value it can have is for the audience to laugh out loud at its shallowness and pomposity.
Enough, Oliver, with these nanosecond, wink-of-an-eye, hyperactive montage cuts. You're a grown man, now, Oliver, an MTV central nervous system is not for you, my boychick. You may have been in an altered state when you shot these quick-burst, "hey-look-quick-was-that-Lee-Harvey-Oswald-on-the-sidelines" shots, but please, some of us haven't yet developed REM (rapid-eye-movement) syndrome.
Sports movies are always difficult to pull off, but for my money one of the best sports/football movies - in fact, maybe the ONLY quality football movie - was "North Dallas Forty" starring Nick Nolte. Better yet, know what" -- read the book. Although after you watch "On Any Given Sunday" you may want to give your eyeballs 6 months to calm down and return to normal.
No, Oliver Stone, no-no-no, you get the *minimum* number of stars: one star, una stella. And be forewarned, pal, that one star I'm giving you, I have an option on with Paramount that I may want back.
In short: seek help, Ollie, bubi baby, before it's too late. Let the camera linger next time, you know, maybe, like, for three-quarters of a second. Study the way Vittorio DeSica used his camera.
And, Al, Al Pacino -- my paisan, my cumpare! ... How did it comes to this? I want all inquiries made. I want no acts of vengeance. These goofy, nonsensical movies you're making, one after another after another, $$$ba-da-bing ba-da-bing$$$ ... ALL THIS MUST END!
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