In exchange for
the right to use real team uniforms in their movie, the producers of Goal! The
Dream Begins gave FIFA, soccer's governing body, the right to approve the
script. This fact is significant for two reasons. First, it answers a question
likely to trouble most viewers: Did someone actually approve this script? And
second, it reportedly drove director Michael Winterbottom to quit the project,
which is a shame, because he is precisely what the film could have used.
In 2002's 24 Hour
Party People, Winterbottom tackled a subject--the "Madchester" music
scene of the 1980s--that is, like soccer, far more likely to mean something to
a Brit than a Yank. He employed a host of nontraditional storytelling devices
(such as the faux documentary and breaking down the fourth wall) to make a
wildly entertaining movie that resonated with American viewers because it
conveyed the underlying appeal of a uniquely British phenomenon. Unfortunately,
Danny Cannon, the CSI vet who took over Goal!, shows none of Winterbottom's
ingenuity, making an agreeable but ultimately familiar and predictable
rags-to-riches tale.
Goal!, the first
of a planned trilogy, tells the story of Santiago Munez (Kuno Becker), who, 10
years after sneaking out of Mexico with his family, is discovered playing
soccer in an L.A. park by a down-on-his-luck scout (the outstanding Stephen
Dillane) who arranges a tryout with club Newcastle. As if flying to northern
England for a one-shot trial isn't an intimidating enough task for young
Santiago, screenwriters Mike Jefferies and Adrian Butchart practically bury him
with baggage: a father who doesn't support his dream; a mother who abandoned
him; a love interest who's too deep to date soccer players; and a teammate who
despises newbies so much that he stomps on Santiago's inhaler before a big
game. (Did we mention he's got asthma, too?)
When he's not
wheezing, Santiago does play some soccer, and it's those scenes that are the
movie's best. Thanks to the FIFA deal, the game footage, which features some of
the biggest names in European football ( Steven Gerrard, Alan Shearer) is fast
and gritty. It shows the beautiful game at its most beautiful. Unfortunately,
the movie gets so obsessed with loading challenges upon its hero that it never
finds time to address the question of why the game arouses such passion in
those who play it and watch it.
