One careful owner: tennis star Nick Kyrgios uses Facebook to sell his old car

Australian tennis star Nick Kyrgios has taken a back-to-basics approach to monetising his social media putting his BMW up for sale to 250,000 Facebook followers.

Nick Kyrgios latest effort to monetise his social media profile putting his BMW up for sale to his 250,000 Facebook followers has caused a mixed reaction online.

The 21-year-old Australian, whose on-court behaviour has led to a series of difficult PR moments, posted a photo of the car on his official account, asking fans to message him offers.

He wrote: Alright I dont usually post stuff like this on social media but special exception this time this was my first car I ever bought, owned from new. The time has come to let it go.

Nick
Nick Kyrgios negotiates with potential car buyers on Facebook. Photograph: Nick Kyrgios/Facebook

Among the cars qualities listed with the advert: 1 owner meticulously cared for, regularly serviced, paint protect, only 16,000km, near new tyres, immaculate car, bone leather interior.

Kyrgios gave short shrift to followers bemused by the informal use of his official account, replying to one who told him to concentrate on tennis only by saying: Thanks Dad. Another who said: Someone needs money for the clay seasons travel was told: Semis of Miami paid 280k US probably not mate.

He refused to make his asking price public but told one follower who offered him $6,000: Ill send you the petrol tank lid.

The world No16 is currently preparing to lead Australia in their Davis Cup quarter-final tie against the US in Brisbane on Friday, amid what he describes as one of the best spells of his career.

He said: Where Im at mentally, Im just competing for every point and playing hard and I havent really had that mindset before. Im feeling motivated and I want to get out there more. Im probably in the best place Ive ever been in.

Read more: https://www.theguardian.com/sport/2017/apr/05/one-careful-owner-nick-kyrgios-facebook-sell-old-car-tennis

Space Jam at 20: ‘The perfect movie’ or one of modern cinema’s biggest follies?

The odd combination of Looney Tunes, basketball, aliens and Michael Jordan remains a cult favorite with fans still calling for a sequel

Nostalgia! Boy, does it come in handy at times like this. Why dwell on the impending doom ushered in by a Donald Trump presidency when you can travel back to a happier, simpler time maybe a time when cartoon characters played basketball with Michael Jordan?

Yes, its the 20th anniversary of the theatrical release of Space Jam the alleged classic in which the Chicago Bulls icon Jordan teamed up with the Looney Tunes to play a collection of jacked-up aliens in a game of basketball where punches, kicks, slaps, and dynamite were all legal.

In the years since this 90-minute product placement was unleashed, its taken on a significance within the culture that might not be appropriate for a film where Porky Pig wets himself. Some have begged for the long-rumored sequel starring LeBron James to finally come to fruition. Others, such as the NBA player Patrick Patterson, have claimed that Space Jam is the perfect movie and is too sacred to ever replicate. It felt like it actually happened, he says in a piece for the Players Tribune.

Could Space Jam have actually happened, like Patterson said? Could aliens really kidnap animated characters and force them to play sports? Is Bill Murray really capable of a crisp, Magic Johnson-esque behind-the-back pass? Is this movie even actually good, or have clinically depressed millennials turned Space Jam into an avatar for their dashed childhood hopes and dreams, a salve for the crushing disappointment that is literally everything about being an adult? Lets find out, shall we?

The film begins simply enough, with a young MJ shooting hoops in his backyard in 1973. His father does what any self-respecting dad should do: he encourages his kid to keep practicing and developing his game. This portion of the film resembles a naturalistic sports movie, an underdog story about a young black child who wants to learn to fly.

The journey for our hero is simple: after a stint as a minor league baseball player, Jordan must recapture his love of basketball in time to prevent the owner of a failing amusement park on another planet from kidnapping the Looney Tunes (Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, the Tasmanian Devil, Tweety Bird, etc) and forcing them to work as sideshow attractions. Why the Looney Tunes? Because said owner has a wall of TV monitors playing classic cartoons starring the Looney Tunes.

You might be wondering how Jordan is as an actor. After all, this was his one and only cinematic starring role. Like Eminem in 8 Mile and Pamela Anderson in Barb Wire, he went out on top, an unquestioned master of his craft.

Just kidding, hes terrible! It doesnt matter what the situation is: Jordan will crack a wry smile. He could be riding in Wayne Knights beat-up old car or being sucked through a hole in a golf course and spit back out in a parallel universe full of talking animals he will eventually smile. I have to assume this is a residual from his highly lucrative career as a commercial pitchman. At the end of an advert, the pitchman must smile, so that you, the potential consumer, will be aware that the product in question will render all of your pain and torment manageable. Heres Michael Jordan smiling at the end of a Hanes commercial. Heres Michael Jordan smiling at the end of a McDonalds commercial. Heres Michael Jordan smiling in Space Jam, in a scene where hes supposed to look imposing.

The Looney Tunes dont fare much better. The script crams in every cliched old-timey joke the writers can think of, even referencing the movie Patton, which is, of course, every childs favorite movie. After Jordan travels to the Earths core, where scary cartoon land exists, hes examined by Daffy Duck to make sure hes as impressive a physical specimen as his reputation suggests. Daffy peers into Jordans ear canal and in addition to a fair amount of waxy build-up, theres a lone paper clip inside Jordans skull. Is this implying that NBA Hall of Famer and six-time NBA champion Michael Jordan puts metal objects inside his own ear canal? Was this a childhood injury? Will the paper clip prove to be crucial in the third act denouement?

Absolutely not on all counts. Its just a cheap visual gag. Michael Jordan doesnt put paper clips inside his ears. That was a dirty rumor started by Karl Malone, who, to this day, is still upset he was not given a part in Space Jam.

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Space Jam: Bill Murray, Bugs Bunny and Michael Jordan. Photograph: Moviestore Collection/REX

The NBA players who did make the cut include Charles Barkley, Patrick Ewing, Muggsy Bogues, and the 7ft Mormon bust Shawn Bradley, whose presence in this film is more mystifying than even the presence of the sexy rabbit Lola Bunny, whom all the cartoons want to make love to. I dont mean to slut-shame an animated character, but the presence of a female Bugs Bunny in short shorts adds nothing to the film except a few scenes of male cartoons cat-calling her after she dunks and bends over to retrieve the ball.

Sex isnt just for anthropomorphic, English-speaking critters. The minions of the owner of the amusement park (subtly named Moron Mountain) steal the basketball ability of the aforementioned NBA players, turning them from puny mutant punching bags into the Monstars a fearsome collection of meatheads and thugs. So, in other words, the 1994 New York Knicks. Patrick Ewing, stripped of his talent, seeks out the aid of a psychiatrist. Are there other areas of his life besides basketball where you find yourself unable to perform? the psychiatrist asks. Ewing takes a beat to consider his query before responding no. Never forget this powerful axiom: Patrick Ewing is never not horny.

The Looney Tunes (or Tune Squad, as they are referred to on the hardwood) hardly practice before what the announcers call the ultimate game. It shows, as the Monstars take a commanding lead in the first half. Its exactly what youd expect in a contest between the greatest player of all time and five brightly colored creatures that look like theyve gotten into Barry Bondss personal juice stash. The Tune Squad comes back to tie the game in predictable fashion thanks to a tepid Jordan halftime pep talk (and a clever gambit by Bugs where he pretends that a bottle of water is actually a special potion Jordan uses to play better). In lieu of any basketball skill, the Tune Squad uses explosives, deception, unchecked sex appeal, and the five-time NBA MVP to even the odds with the freakish beasts.

The Monstars try their best to reclaim the lead, going as far as maiming their opponents, necessitating Jordan adding Bill Murray to fill the final roster spot. Murray is obviously having a great time acting with Michael Jordan and a collection of tennis balls on sticks where cartoons are supposed to be, so good for him. Jordan wins the game with a miraculous dunk from the half-court line over an impossibly large defender as the clock slowly ticks to zero. The Tune Squad absolutely benefit from a game clock that stretched the final ten seconds into about two-and-a-half minutes of screen time. Also, Michael Jordan develops the ability to stretch his arms like Reed Richards from the Fantastic Four, which came in handy in the 1998 Finals.

Finally, Jordan stands triumphant, makes the Monstars return the NBA players talent (though I dont think Shawn Bradley ever got his back), and rejoins the Bulls as the credits roll. Is Patrick Patterson right? Is this the perfect movie? Only if your idea of the perfect movie includes Newman from Seinfeld being flattened by a giant alien ass and then getting reinflated with what looks like a leaf blower. I laughed once, and it was when the psychiatrist asked Patrick Ewing if he was impotent. Actually, I also laughed any time Larry Bird had to try acting. If you are truly invested in Space Jam getting a sequel where the Monstars are out for revenge, but uh oh, they didnt count on LeBron James, then I recommend you rewatch the original Space Jam. If, after Michael Jordans arm stretches 30ft to enable a physically impossible game-winning dunk, you are still prepared to greenlight this film tomorrow, then by all means, create a whitehouse.gov petition. I can see Trump making this a key tenet of his re-election campaign.

Read more: https://www.theguardian.com/film/2016/nov/15/space-jam-20th-anniversary-michael-jordan

One careful owner: tennis star Nick Kyrgios uses Facebook to sell his old car

Australian tennis star Nick Kyrgios has taken a back-to-basics approach to monetising his social media putting his BMW up for sale to 250,000 Facebook followers.

Nick Kyrgios latest effort to monetise his social media profile putting his BMW up for sale to his 250,000 Facebook followers has caused a mixed reaction online.

The 21-year-old Australian, whose on-court behaviour has led to a series of difficult PR moments, posted a photo of the car on his official account, asking fans to message him offers.

He wrote: Alright I dont usually post stuff like this on social media but special exception this time this was my first car I ever bought, owned from new. The time has come to let it go.

Nick
Nick Kyrgios negotiates with potential car buyers on Facebook. Photograph: Nick Kyrgios/Facebook

Among the cars qualities listed with the advert: 1 owner meticulously cared for, regularly serviced, paint protect, only 16,000km, near new tyres, immaculate car, bone leather interior.

Kyrgios gave short shrift to followers bemused by the informal use of his official account, replying to one who told him to concentrate on tennis only by saying: Thanks Dad. Another who said: Someone needs money for the clay seasons travel was told: Semis of Miami paid 280k US probably not mate.

He refused to make his asking price public but told one follower who offered him $6,000: Ill send you the petrol tank lid.

The world No16 is currently preparing to lead Australia in their Davis Cup quarter-final tie against the US in Brisbane on Friday, amid what he describes as one of the best spells of his career.

He said: Where Im at mentally, Im just competing for every point and playing hard and I havent really had that mindset before. Im feeling motivated and I want to get out there more. Im probably in the best place Ive ever been in.

Read more: https://www.theguardian.com/sport/2017/apr/05/one-careful-owner-nick-kyrgios-facebook-sell-old-car-tennis

Space Jam at 20: ‘The perfect movie’ or one of modern cinema’s biggest follies?

The odd combination of Looney Tunes, basketball, aliens and Michael Jordan remains a cult favorite with fans still calling for a sequel

Nostalgia! Boy, does it come in handy at times like this. Why dwell on the impending doom ushered in by a Donald Trump presidency when you can travel back to a happier, simpler time maybe a time when cartoon characters played basketball with Michael Jordan?

Yes, its the 20th anniversary of the theatrical release of Space Jam the alleged classic in which the Chicago Bulls icon Jordan teamed up with the Looney Tunes to play a collection of jacked-up aliens in a game of basketball where punches, kicks, slaps, and dynamite were all legal.

In the years since this 90-minute product placement was unleashed, its taken on a significance within the culture that might not be appropriate for a film where Porky Pig wets himself. Some have begged for the long-rumored sequel starring LeBron James to finally come to fruition. Others, such as the NBA player Patrick Patterson, have claimed that Space Jam is the perfect movie and is too sacred to ever replicate. It felt like it actually happened, he says in a piece for the Players Tribune.

Could Space Jam have actually happened, like Patterson said? Could aliens really kidnap animated characters and force them to play sports? Is Bill Murray really capable of a crisp, Magic Johnson-esque behind-the-back pass? Is this movie even actually good, or have clinically depressed millennials turned Space Jam into an avatar for their dashed childhood hopes and dreams, a salve for the crushing disappointment that is literally everything about being an adult? Lets find out, shall we?

The film begins simply enough, with a young MJ shooting hoops in his backyard in 1973. His father does what any self-respecting dad should do: he encourages his kid to keep practicing and developing his game. This portion of the film resembles a naturalistic sports movie, an underdog story about a young black child who wants to learn to fly.

The journey for our hero is simple: after a stint as a minor league baseball player, Jordan must recapture his love of basketball in time to prevent the owner of a failing amusement park on another planet from kidnapping the Looney Tunes (Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, the Tasmanian Devil, Tweety Bird, etc) and forcing them to work as sideshow attractions. Why the Looney Tunes? Because said owner has a wall of TV monitors playing classic cartoons starring the Looney Tunes.

You might be wondering how Jordan is as an actor. After all, this was his one and only cinematic starring role. Like Eminem in 8 Mile and Pamela Anderson in Barb Wire, he went out on top, an unquestioned master of his craft.

Just kidding, hes terrible! It doesnt matter what the situation is: Jordan will crack a wry smile. He could be riding in Wayne Knights beat-up old car or being sucked through a hole in a golf course and spit back out in a parallel universe full of talking animals he will eventually smile. I have to assume this is a residual from his highly lucrative career as a commercial pitchman. At the end of an advert, the pitchman must smile, so that you, the potential consumer, will be aware that the product in question will render all of your pain and torment manageable. Heres Michael Jordan smiling at the end of a Hanes commercial. Heres Michael Jordan smiling at the end of a McDonalds commercial. Heres Michael Jordan smiling in Space Jam, in a scene where hes supposed to look imposing.

The Looney Tunes dont fare much better. The script crams in every cliched old-timey joke the writers can think of, even referencing the movie Patton, which is, of course, every childs favorite movie. After Jordan travels to the Earths core, where scary cartoon land exists, hes examined by Daffy Duck to make sure hes as impressive a physical specimen as his reputation suggests. Daffy peers into Jordans ear canal and in addition to a fair amount of waxy build-up, theres a lone paper clip inside Jordans skull. Is this implying that NBA Hall of Famer and six-time NBA champion Michael Jordan puts metal objects inside his own ear canal? Was this a childhood injury? Will the paper clip prove to be crucial in the third act denouement?

Absolutely not on all counts. Its just a cheap visual gag. Michael Jordan doesnt put paper clips inside his ears. That was a dirty rumor started by Karl Malone, who, to this day, is still upset he was not given a part in Space Jam.

Space
Space Jam: Bill Murray, Bugs Bunny and Michael Jordan. Photograph: Moviestore Collection/REX

The NBA players who did make the cut include Charles Barkley, Patrick Ewing, Muggsy Bogues, and the 7ft Mormon bust Shawn Bradley, whose presence in this film is more mystifying than even the presence of the sexy rabbit Lola Bunny, whom all the cartoons want to make love to. I dont mean to slut-shame an animated character, but the presence of a female Bugs Bunny in short shorts adds nothing to the film except a few scenes of male cartoons cat-calling her after she dunks and bends over to retrieve the ball.

Sex isnt just for anthropomorphic, English-speaking critters. The minions of the owner of the amusement park (subtly named Moron Mountain) steal the basketball ability of the aforementioned NBA players, turning them from puny mutant punching bags into the Monstars a fearsome collection of meatheads and thugs. So, in other words, the 1994 New York Knicks. Patrick Ewing, stripped of his talent, seeks out the aid of a psychiatrist. Are there other areas of his life besides basketball where you find yourself unable to perform? the psychiatrist asks. Ewing takes a beat to consider his query before responding no. Never forget this powerful axiom: Patrick Ewing is never not horny.

The Looney Tunes (or Tune Squad, as they are referred to on the hardwood) hardly practice before what the announcers call the ultimate game. It shows, as the Monstars take a commanding lead in the first half. Its exactly what youd expect in a contest between the greatest player of all time and five brightly colored creatures that look like theyve gotten into Barry Bondss personal juice stash. The Tune Squad comes back to tie the game in predictable fashion thanks to a tepid Jordan halftime pep talk (and a clever gambit by Bugs where he pretends that a bottle of water is actually a special potion Jordan uses to play better). In lieu of any basketball skill, the Tune Squad uses explosives, deception, unchecked sex appeal, and the five-time NBA MVP to even the odds with the freakish beasts.

The Monstars try their best to reclaim the lead, going as far as maiming their opponents, necessitating Jordan adding Bill Murray to fill the final roster spot. Murray is obviously having a great time acting with Michael Jordan and a collection of tennis balls on sticks where cartoons are supposed to be, so good for him. Jordan wins the game with a miraculous dunk from the half-court line over an impossibly large defender as the clock slowly ticks to zero. The Tune Squad absolutely benefit from a game clock that stretched the final ten seconds into about two-and-a-half minutes of screen time. Also, Michael Jordan develops the ability to stretch his arms like Reed Richards from the Fantastic Four, which came in handy in the 1998 Finals.

Finally, Jordan stands triumphant, makes the Monstars return the NBA players talent (though I dont think Shawn Bradley ever got his back), and rejoins the Bulls as the credits roll. Is Patrick Patterson right? Is this the perfect movie? Only if your idea of the perfect movie includes Newman from Seinfeld being flattened by a giant alien ass and then getting reinflated with what looks like a leaf blower. I laughed once, and it was when the psychiatrist asked Patrick Ewing if he was impotent. Actually, I also laughed any time Larry Bird had to try acting. If you are truly invested in Space Jam getting a sequel where the Monstars are out for revenge, but uh oh, they didnt count on LeBron James, then I recommend you rewatch the original Space Jam. If, after Michael Jordans arm stretches 30ft to enable a physically impossible game-winning dunk, you are still prepared to greenlight this film tomorrow, then by all means, create a whitehouse.gov petition. I can see Trump making this a key tenet of his re-election campaign.

Read more: https://www.theguardian.com/film/2016/nov/15/space-jam-20th-anniversary-michael-jordan

One careful owner: tennis star Nick Kyrgios uses Facebook to sell his old car

Australian tennis star Nick Kyrgios has taken a back-to-basics approach to monetising his social media putting his BMW up for sale to 250,000 Facebook followers.

Nick Kyrgios latest effort to monetise his social media profile putting his BMW up for sale to his 250,000 Facebook followers has caused a mixed reaction online.

The 21-year-old Australian, whose on-court behaviour has led to a series of difficult PR moments, posted a photo of the car on his official account, asking fans to message him offers.

He wrote: Alright I dont usually post stuff like this on social media but special exception this time this was my first car I ever bought, owned from new. The time has come to let it go.

Nick
Nick Kyrgios negotiates with potential car buyers on Facebook. Photograph: Nick Kyrgios/Facebook

Among the cars qualities listed with the advert: 1 owner meticulously cared for, regularly serviced, paint protect, only 16,000km, near new tyres, immaculate car, bone leather interior.

Kyrgios gave short shrift to followers bemused by the informal use of his official account, replying to one who told him to concentrate on tennis only by saying: Thanks Dad. Another who said: Someone needs money for the clay seasons travel was told: Semis of Miami paid 280k US probably not mate.

He refused to make his asking price public but told one follower who offered him $6,000: Ill send you the petrol tank lid.

The world No16 is currently preparing to lead Australia in their Davis Cup quarter-final tie against the US in Brisbane on Friday, amid what he describes as one of the best spells of his career.

He said: Where Im at mentally, Im just competing for every point and playing hard and I havent really had that mindset before. Im feeling motivated and I want to get out there more. Im probably in the best place Ive ever been in.

Read more: https://www.theguardian.com/sport/2017/apr/05/one-careful-owner-nick-kyrgios-facebook-sell-old-car-tennis

Space Jam at 20: ‘The perfect movie’ or one of modern cinema’s biggest follies?

The odd combination of Looney Tunes, basketball, aliens and Michael Jordan remains a cult favorite with fans still calling for a sequel

Nostalgia! Boy, does it come in handy at times like this. Why dwell on the impending doom ushered in by a Donald Trump presidency when you can travel back to a happier, simpler time maybe a time when cartoon characters played basketball with Michael Jordan?

Yes, its the 20th anniversary of the theatrical release of Space Jam the alleged classic in which the Chicago Bulls icon Jordan teamed up with the Looney Tunes to play a collection of jacked-up aliens in a game of basketball where punches, kicks, slaps, and dynamite were all legal.

In the years since this 90-minute product placement was unleashed, its taken on a significance within the culture that might not be appropriate for a film where Porky Pig wets himself. Some have begged for the long-rumored sequel starring LeBron James to finally come to fruition. Others, such as the NBA player Patrick Patterson, have claimed that Space Jam is the perfect movie and is too sacred to ever replicate. It felt like it actually happened, he says in a piece for the Players Tribune.

Could Space Jam have actually happened, like Patterson said? Could aliens really kidnap animated characters and force them to play sports? Is Bill Murray really capable of a crisp, Magic Johnson-esque behind-the-back pass? Is this movie even actually good, or have clinically depressed millennials turned Space Jam into an avatar for their dashed childhood hopes and dreams, a salve for the crushing disappointment that is literally everything about being an adult? Lets find out, shall we?

The film begins simply enough, with a young MJ shooting hoops in his backyard in 1973. His father does what any self-respecting dad should do: he encourages his kid to keep practicing and developing his game. This portion of the film resembles a naturalistic sports movie, an underdog story about a young black child who wants to learn to fly.

The journey for our hero is simple: after a stint as a minor league baseball player, Jordan must recapture his love of basketball in time to prevent the owner of a failing amusement park on another planet from kidnapping the Looney Tunes (Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, the Tasmanian Devil, Tweety Bird, etc) and forcing them to work as sideshow attractions. Why the Looney Tunes? Because said owner has a wall of TV monitors playing classic cartoons starring the Looney Tunes.

You might be wondering how Jordan is as an actor. After all, this was his one and only cinematic starring role. Like Eminem in 8 Mile and Pamela Anderson in Barb Wire, he went out on top, an unquestioned master of his craft.

Just kidding, hes terrible! It doesnt matter what the situation is: Jordan will crack a wry smile. He could be riding in Wayne Knights beat-up old car or being sucked through a hole in a golf course and spit back out in a parallel universe full of talking animals he will eventually smile. I have to assume this is a residual from his highly lucrative career as a commercial pitchman. At the end of an advert, the pitchman must smile, so that you, the potential consumer, will be aware that the product in question will render all of your pain and torment manageable. Heres Michael Jordan smiling at the end of a Hanes commercial. Heres Michael Jordan smiling at the end of a McDonalds commercial. Heres Michael Jordan smiling in Space Jam, in a scene where hes supposed to look imposing.

The Looney Tunes dont fare much better. The script crams in every cliched old-timey joke the writers can think of, even referencing the movie Patton, which is, of course, every childs favorite movie. After Jordan travels to the Earths core, where scary cartoon land exists, hes examined by Daffy Duck to make sure hes as impressive a physical specimen as his reputation suggests. Daffy peers into Jordans ear canal and in addition to a fair amount of waxy build-up, theres a lone paper clip inside Jordans skull. Is this implying that NBA Hall of Famer and six-time NBA champion Michael Jordan puts metal objects inside his own ear canal? Was this a childhood injury? Will the paper clip prove to be crucial in the third act denouement?

Absolutely not on all counts. Its just a cheap visual gag. Michael Jordan doesnt put paper clips inside his ears. That was a dirty rumor started by Karl Malone, who, to this day, is still upset he was not given a part in Space Jam.

Space
Space Jam: Bill Murray, Bugs Bunny and Michael Jordan. Photograph: Moviestore Collection/REX

The NBA players who did make the cut include Charles Barkley, Patrick Ewing, Muggsy Bogues, and the 7ft Mormon bust Shawn Bradley, whose presence in this film is more mystifying than even the presence of the sexy rabbit Lola Bunny, whom all the cartoons want to make love to. I dont mean to slut-shame an animated character, but the presence of a female Bugs Bunny in short shorts adds nothing to the film except a few scenes of male cartoons cat-calling her after she dunks and bends over to retrieve the ball.

Sex isnt just for anthropomorphic, English-speaking critters. The minions of the owner of the amusement park (subtly named Moron Mountain) steal the basketball ability of the aforementioned NBA players, turning them from puny mutant punching bags into the Monstars a fearsome collection of meatheads and thugs. So, in other words, the 1994 New York Knicks. Patrick Ewing, stripped of his talent, seeks out the aid of a psychiatrist. Are there other areas of his life besides basketball where you find yourself unable to perform? the psychiatrist asks. Ewing takes a beat to consider his query before responding no. Never forget this powerful axiom: Patrick Ewing is never not horny.

The Looney Tunes (or Tune Squad, as they are referred to on the hardwood) hardly practice before what the announcers call the ultimate game. It shows, as the Monstars take a commanding lead in the first half. Its exactly what youd expect in a contest between the greatest player of all time and five brightly colored creatures that look like theyve gotten into Barry Bondss personal juice stash. The Tune Squad comes back to tie the game in predictable fashion thanks to a tepid Jordan halftime pep talk (and a clever gambit by Bugs where he pretends that a bottle of water is actually a special potion Jordan uses to play better). In lieu of any basketball skill, the Tune Squad uses explosives, deception, unchecked sex appeal, and the five-time NBA MVP to even the odds with the freakish beasts.

The Monstars try their best to reclaim the lead, going as far as maiming their opponents, necessitating Jordan adding Bill Murray to fill the final roster spot. Murray is obviously having a great time acting with Michael Jordan and a collection of tennis balls on sticks where cartoons are supposed to be, so good for him. Jordan wins the game with a miraculous dunk from the half-court line over an impossibly large defender as the clock slowly ticks to zero. The Tune Squad absolutely benefit from a game clock that stretched the final ten seconds into about two-and-a-half minutes of screen time. Also, Michael Jordan develops the ability to stretch his arms like Reed Richards from the Fantastic Four, which came in handy in the 1998 Finals.

Finally, Jordan stands triumphant, makes the Monstars return the NBA players talent (though I dont think Shawn Bradley ever got his back), and rejoins the Bulls as the credits roll. Is Patrick Patterson right? Is this the perfect movie? Only if your idea of the perfect movie includes Newman from Seinfeld being flattened by a giant alien ass and then getting reinflated with what looks like a leaf blower. I laughed once, and it was when the psychiatrist asked Patrick Ewing if he was impotent. Actually, I also laughed any time Larry Bird had to try acting. If you are truly invested in Space Jam getting a sequel where the Monstars are out for revenge, but uh oh, they didnt count on LeBron James, then I recommend you rewatch the original Space Jam. If, after Michael Jordans arm stretches 30ft to enable a physically impossible game-winning dunk, you are still prepared to greenlight this film tomorrow, then by all means, create a whitehouse.gov petition. I can see Trump making this a key tenet of his re-election campaign.

Read more: https://www.theguardian.com/film/2016/nov/15/space-jam-20th-anniversary-michael-jordan