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Movie night: We Are Marshall

When Kelly came home not feeling too well last night, he wanted to just watch television or a movie, so we still had our stash of four Netflix titles that were all names of people: Evan, Marshall, Emma, or Ray. So Kelly picked Marshall and we enjoyed it. Since I've been doing these mini reviews, I've liked everything I've seen. I'm not usually as lucky, so I hope my winning streak continues.

The nice surprise of We Are Marshall, even though I had seen it a long while back in previews, was the bonus of Matthew Fox, who plays Jack on Lost. He is such a charming gentleman, and paired with Matthew McConoughy, the movie was easy on the eyes. Except for the fact that they dorked up Matthew M.'s appearance to fit the era, early seventies plaid leisure suits and a combover do. Both Matthews played their usual endearing selves and were believable in their roles as football coaches for the team from Marshall University that tragically died in a plane crash in the late sixties.

The relationships and struggles were portrayed in a way that you could relive the tragedy, but it wasn't done to make it too sad to bear, but in a way that shows you that hope and perseverance to honor those who have died can eventually come. I have no complaints at all about this movie and give it a 4 on a scale of 1 to 5. As an added bonus, prior to the movie, you get to see a little PR segment about the state of West Virginia, the home of Marshall University, in kind of an infomercial by the stars from the show. I even found this brief segment to be entertaining, and it makes me want to visit this east coast mountain region.

Comments

Julie said…
Loved, loved, loved this movie! And yes, both Matthews are very easy on the eyes so you can't go wrong!
Heidi said…
I agree it looked so pretty there. We liked this movie as well.
Unknown said…
I liked this movie too although it was a little long for me. I love your little movie reviews, but I've seen all thd movies so far, I need you to do some on some that I haven't seen.
Lonna said…
Oh I don't really even remember hearing too much about this one, but the cast sounds great.

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