Spin

This is a painfully mawkish film by James Redford, whose only excuse for making this is that he’s Robert Redford’s son. Spin is the story of a Tucson youth whose parents are killed in a plane crash, and who then grows up to fall in love with a Mexican girl and blah blah blah. Lots of awful dialogue (including the most over-used exchange of all time "I don’t understand," "Someday you will," the very typing of which should disqualify someone from membership in the Writer’s Guild) and bathetic, manipulative music ruin what, in the hands of a better writer and director, could have been a decent film. Not a great film, mind you, but one that didn’t make me feel like someone was pushing a sugar-coated emotion-knife into my gut and twisting it for an hour and a half.