Hello, there! My name is Preston Barta, and I am the features editor of Fresh Fiction and senior film critic at the Denton Record-Chronicle. My cinematic love story began where I was born: off planet on the isolated desert world of the Jakku system. It's there I passed the time scavenging for loose parts with my good friend Rey. One day I found an old film projector and a dusty reel of the 1975 film JAWS. It rocked my world so much that I left my kinfolk in the rearview (I so miss their morning cups of green milk) to pursue my dreams of writing about film. It wasn't long until I met two gents who said they would give me a lift. I can't recall their names, but one was an older man who liked to point a lot and the other was a tall, hairy fella. They got me as far as one of Jupiter's moons where we crossed paths with the U.S.S. Enterprise. Some pointy-eared bastard said I was clear to come aboard. He saw that I was clutching my beloved shark movie and invited me to the "moving pictures room" where he was screening the 1993 film JURASSIC PARK to his crew. He said my life would be much more prosperous if I were familiar with more work by the god named Steven Spielberg. From there, my love for cinema blossomed. Once we reached planet Earth, everything changed. I found the small town of Denton, TX, and was welcomed into the Barta family. They showed me the writings of local film critic Boo Allen. He became my hero and caused me to chase a degree in film and journalism. After my studies at graduate of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I met some film critics who showed me the ropes and got me into my first press screening: 2011's THE GREEN LANTERN. Don't worry; I recovered just fine. MAD MAX: FURY ROAD was only four years away.
Jared McMillan // Film Critic
Rated PG-13, 103 minutes.
Director: Charles Stone III
Starring: Kyrie Irving, Lil Rel Howery, Shaquille O’Neal, Chris Webber, Reggie Miller, Nate Robinson, Lisa Leslie, Erica Ash, Tiffany Haddish and Nick Kroll
Back in 2012, Pepsi wanted an athlete to help promote their new Pepsi Max drink, and wound up striking gold. Kyrie Irving, fresh off his rookie season with the Cleveland Cavaliers, began a campaign that would have him market in disguise, an old-timer from the blacktop named Uncle Drew. The premise was to have a nephew named Kevin playing a pick-up game. His teammate would get injured and Uncle Drew would sub in from the stands, where an “old man” would light everyone up, the crowd sipping Pepsi Max in the stands as they watched in awe.
The campaign was a huge success, spawning a few more ads that had cameos from NBA players to play up the myth of Uncle Drew. It also gave Kyrie Irving a new mainstream exposure. Fast-forward to 2018, and Irving is a five-time All-Star, an Olympic gold medalist, NBA champion, and one of the top players in the league. Now is as good a time as any to reinvest in a character that brought him notoriety, this time in the full-length comedy UNCLE DREW.
To build more backstory, the movie opens with a faux 30 FOR 30 about Uncle Drew and his dominant Rucker Park squad, Them Buckets. They were primed to take over, but they mysteriously didn’t show for the ’68 Finals in the Rucker Park Classic, and no one heard from them again. Fifty years later, Uncle Drew is nothing but a myth or a legend, depending on who you ask. That’s when the audience is introduced to Dax (Lil Rel Howery), a smooth-talking coach for a team that’s competing in the Classic, when his star player, Casper (Orlando Magic power forward Aaron Gordon), gets stolen away by his nemesis Mookie (Nick Kroll).
Dax’s plans are ruined, leading to his gold-digging girlfriend (Tiffany Haddish) kicking him out of the apartment. He scours New York trying to get together a new team, only to get rejected via montage. Then, in Deus Ex Machina fashion, he stumbles on a pickup game to see none other than Uncle Drew schooling these younger folk, or “youngbloods” as he calls them. Desperate, Dax convinces Uncle Drew to get back to the Rucker and compete to teach the youngbloods a lesson. This leads to a road trip to get Them Buckets back together for one more game, calling on Preacher (Chris Webber), Lights (Reggie Miller), Boots (Nate Robinson), and Big Fella (Shaquille O’Neal).
UNCLE DREW plays to its strengths by putting them in formats to help keep the story moving forward, using various devices that evoke comfort. The 1st Act is to establish the relationship of Dax and Drew, the 2nd Act is a road trip movie, and the 3rd Act delivers the sports action. However, there are elements of THE BLUES BROTHERS, like Dax’s orphanage background, getting “the band” back together, and a psychotic loved one chasing them. There’s also a meet-cute for Dax in the form of Boots’ granddaughter, Maya (Erica Ash).
Since they are saving most of the basketball for when they get to Rucker Park, director Charles Stone III (DRUMLINE) keeps the energy high with a bright color palette and letting the cast ham it up. Even though the NBA players are in great makeup, there is still something pleasing about seeing them inject a sense of eternal youth into the characters. Throw in Dax’s exuberance in bantering with the old-timers and you have a solid warm-up for the main event at Rucker. The rush to get there ultimately hampers the movie, as it creates a lot of pacing issues and quick edits that throw off the flow of the story.
But UNCLE DREW isn’t trying to be the greatest movie in the world. Its main purpose is to entertain and do so by staying out of the way of itself, such as making Dax the main character rather than Uncle Drew, which would have gotten stale. Also, for a movie backed by Pepsi, there is hardly any product placement save for a few pairs of shoes, and that gets everyone more invested. UNCLE DREW is exactly what it needs to be: light-hearted fun, solid basketball sequences to highlight the NBA-heavy cast, and an underdog mentality. Go get them popcorn buckets and have a good time at the movies.
UNCLE DREW opens nationwide today.