Fuck it. Let's finally watch Space Jam.
This opening credits sequence is just pedal to the metal, right out of the gate. Damn.
This opening credits sequence is just pedal to the metal, right out of the gate. Damn.
Just realizing, this film -- credits included -- is only an hour and 11 minutes. What the hell?
See, I knew the little alien guys bulk up into giant monsters. But I didn't realize they also stole the "talent" of other NBA players. Guess that makes sense...
Wayne Knight delivering a reference to every major endorsement Jordan has.
Are you gonna put up with this, @GOP?
I was wrong about that one hour, 11 minutes thing. It was how much was left. I can't read. :(
And so, the Rule 34 odyssey begins. But where the hell did she come from? She just kind of appears and wants to try out.
Bugs and Daffy are breaking into Jordan's house to grab his b-ball gear. The integration between animation and real life is actually pretty good. Matching lighting pretty well.
Jordan's kids are surprisingly eager to give these animated supernatural strangers their father's shorts.
The fortune teller basically tells the talent-robbed players the entire story of the movie from the back of the box.

Wow, they're just gonna jump right into the big game, eh? I mean, 10 minutes ago the Tune Squad was a laughing stock. A little "Sweatin' to the Oldies" and they're ready to go, eh?
I mean, yes, it's placebo. But they're eager as shit to guzzle down some performance enhancing drugs.