Set in the 1930s, this true story--about a down-and-out racehorse named Seabiscuit pulled out of obscurity by three men and turned into a national hero--will shamelessly, but successfully, tug at your heartstrings.

Story

The inspirational real-life story of Seabiscuit is a history lesson worth being taught. During the height of the Depression, this too-small, unruly, glue factory-bound racehorse triumphed over great odds to win races--and the heart of a nation. He eventually beat the Triple Crown winner of the day, War Admiral, in a 1938 match race heard by millions nationwide on the radio. Yet, in addition to the horse itself, Seabiscuit revolves around the three men who groom, train and care for the animal--three men who are each wounded souls in their own right. There's owner Charles Howard (Jeff Bridges), a born salesman with a kind heart who makes a fortune selling Buicks in Northern Calif. but it means nothing after he loses his son in a tragic accident; there's trainer Tom Smith (Chris Cooper), an obsolete cowboy whose world of wide, open plains is slowly vanishing under barbed wire, train tracks and roads; and jockey John "Red" Pollard (Tobey Maguire), a young man who is torn from his impoverished family at the beginning of the Depression and lives a hard life as a part-time jockey, part-time boxer. They're all beaten, but somehow, when the four come together--it's magic. Even though the film suffers from the you-know-how-this-is-going-to-turn-out syndrome, as well as venturing a bit much into the melodramatic, Seabiscuit still lifts your spirit and shows how despite a time of great suffering, the underdogs gave hope that the American Dream could be possible again.

Acting

The talented trio handles their tasks admirably. Bridges harkens back to his performance as the idealistic car inventor Preston Tucker in the 1988 film Tucker; Howard, like Tucker, is a dreamer, successful in his endeavors, great at public relations but perhaps a little too trusting of others. Bridges fits comfortably into this role but digs deeper this time, showing Howard's pain--and his ultimate salvation in his winning horse. Maguire is also well suited as the lanky Red, but the poor guy sure takes a beating playing the role. It's gut-wrenching watching the downtrodden Red starve himself so he can still be considered for jockey jobs or getting the snot kicked out of him in a boxing match, which ultimately results in him losing sight in one eye. Then, to top it off, Red shatters his leg in a riding accident weeks away from the big race against War Admiral. It's tough being Red, but Maguire doesn't shy away. As for Cooper, he shines once again. After winning an Oscar for his turn in Adaptation, the underrated actor shows how good he really is by giving another exquisite performance as the horse whisperer-like trainer. It's the quiet moments that work best; when Smith is sitting, whittling outside Seabiscuit's stall, letting the horse get some rest--with barely a trace of a smile on his lips as he ignores the swarm of reporters around the stable. And in wonderful moments of hilarity, William H. Macy gives a great performance as "Tick-Tock" McGlaughlin, a conglomerate of those colorful radio announcers who gave the craving public blow-by-blow accounts of the horse races during the Depression. Macy gets out-loud laughs every time he shows up.

Direction

Seabiscuit is a labor of love--a love for anything to do with horses and horse racing, which may not necessarily be exciting to all, although the movie's message will speak to everyone. Based on Lauren Hillenbrand's best-selling novel of the same name, writer/director Gary Ross (Pleasantville) plunges headlong into the story of this inspirational horse, carefully setting up the history surrounding his rise to stardom. The cinematography is extraordinary. Ross expertly blends archive footage within in the movie, where at times you feel like you are watching another well-made documentary á la Ken Burns. One particular moment where this works best is when, at the start of the race between War Admiral and Seabiscuit, Ross switches to archive images of real folk listening to the race on the radio, as you hear the real-life commentators giving the details. Of course, showing the final stretch of the race is the payoff and though you know who is going to win, you're on the edge of your seat anyway. It's after this, however, where the film begins to lose its momentum and lapses into clichéd sap. Seabiscuit hurts his leg, too, and is deemed never to race again. He convalesces with Red on Howard's farm until they both miraculously heal well enough to race one more time. It's almost too much to believe, even though it is still a true story. Seriously, how much can one man and his horse take?

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