Sara Stewart

Sara Stewart

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Bland ‘Eddie the Eagle’ fails to soar

In the 1988 Calgary Olympics, British ski jumper ā€œEddie the Eagleā€ Edwards was dubbed ā€œMr. Magooā€ by the press for his thick glasses and clumsy performance ā€” and he loved it. A record setter by virtue of being the only Brit in his field, the affable šŸƒEddie was a hit with fans. I doubt that will be the case with this version of his story, a bland uš’ƒnderdog fable whose comedy never makes it off the bunny slopes.

Handsome Taron Egerton (ā€œKingsman: The Secret Serviceā€) uglies up to play the homely Eddie, which mainly involvesļ·ŗ wearing glasses and scrunching up his face. This results in his looking, a little creepily, like an adult version of the kid in ā€œź§‘Jerry Maguire.ā€

Eddie is ašŸ’Ÿ single-minded fellow who lives only to be in the Olympics, despite having wonky knees and zero physical grace. No work or women or even casual conversation for Eddie, who lives with his parents (Keith Allen and Jo Hartley) and comes off at times as a British Forrest Gump. He chooses ski jumping due to its nonexistent representation on the UK team, and sets off to achieve his dream despite the long odds.

Hugh JšŸ’–ackman, as a (fictional) former American jumper named Bronson Peary, enlivens things a little. Now a cranky alcoholic, Bronsonā€™s reluctantly drawn into coaching by Eddie, who faceplants in front of his snowplow rig and asks for a tip: ā€œHow do you land?ā€

Jackman and Egerton have reasonable comic chemistry, but the film has them dutifully repeating the same paces: Eddie falls, Bronson grumbles; Bronson coaches wź¦«hile grumbling, Eddie improves. Itā€™s all set to a very synthy ā€™80s score, which matches the neon ski parkas of the era nicely.

Director Dexter Fletcher (ā€œSunshine on Leithā€) also gets pošŸ¦©ints for sheer weirdness with a Christopher Walken cameo; playing Bronsonā€™s fā­•ormer coach, he seems to have wandered on from the adjoining set of a mob movie.

For anļæ½ļæ½y kid whoā€™s been told theyā€™re not good enough, ā€œEddieź§’ā€ would make a fine feel-good curative. Anyone else, though, may find this eagle never really takes off.