1989 Directed by Phil Alden Robinson
Ray Kinsella is an Iowa farmer who hears a mysterious voice telling him to turn his cornfield into a baseball diamond. He does, but the voice's directions don't stop -- even after the spirits of deceased ballplayers turn up to play.
Kevin Costner Amy Madigan Gaby Hoffmann Ray Liotta Timothy Busfield James Earl Jones Burt Lancaster Frank Whaley Dwier Brown James Andelin Mary Anne Kean Fern Persons Kelly Coffield Park Michael Milhoan Steve Eastin Charles Hoyes Art LaFleur Lee Garlington Mike Nussbaum Larry Brandenburg Mary McDonald Gershon Robert Kurcz Don John Ross Beatrice Fredman Geoffrey Nauffts Anne Seymour Brian Waldvogel Brian E. Frankish Ben Affleck Show All…
Campo dos Sonhos, Поле чудес, Campo de sueños, Le Champs des rêves, Shoeless Joe, 꿈의 구장, O Xypolitos Tzo, Ο Ξυπόλητος Τζο
The moment when you realize and accept that your parent(s) aren't just authority figures or breadwinners but people who had unique hopes and dreams, some of which came true, and some of which did not, people who aren't perfect, who don't have the answer for everything, who have scars that they will carry their entire lives, that is what Field of Dreams is.
This movie is mostly about baseball but also it has Amy Madigan halting the spread of neo-fascism in America
sorry but i would absolutely divorce my husband if we were going into debt because he’s building a baseball field for ghosts
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Known as quintessential Dad cinema but it's just as much a film about mystical forces. Implications of the afterlife, ghosts and memories, what was left unsaid before tragedy. All found in rural imagery of cornfields, baseball uniforms, and catch between father and son. Given context within inexplicable barriers between life and death. A beautiful movie, with a gorgeous James Horner score to seal the deal.
I thought I knew what this movie was about but it turns out it's wayyyy weirder than I thought
"If you build it, he will come".
There are movies that have an effect on you no matter what sort of mood you're in. Phil Alden Robinson's "Field Of Dreams" has had me in tears every time I've watched it. Unfairly described as a Baseball film, it's so much more than that.
Kevin Costner was in the middle of his heyday back in 1989 when this magical movie hit the cinemas. Magical you say? Well what would you call a film where an Iowa farmer hears voices in his cornfield and then plays Baseball with dead former legends of the game. It's a movie that shouldn't have worked, but with Robinson's tender touch giving the film more than a little…
Men will literally build a baseball field for ghosts while going into debt instead of going to therapy
This movie is more American than American Beauty, American Sniper, American Hustle and American Psycho. Just wanted to put that out there.
Prior to watching, I found it very odd that Field of Dreams got nominated for Best Picture. It’s a movie about baseball and ghosts for crying out loud. But after watching, it makes complete sense. It’s a story about family, appreciation, facing your fears and a white male doing something new with his life. So, of course it got nominated it’s totally Oscar bait. I can’t help but say how ridiculous the premise sounded but also say how weirdly normal the movie felt. It’s disappointing to see that the movie didn’t really do anything new, but I actually…
There are just some traditions that hold a certain reverence in the hearts and minds of people ... and Field of Dreams is a film that shows how the tradition of baseball has become such a connective tradition that has touched the lives of countless individuals that have held an affinity for America's Pastime in some form or fashion.
"We just don't recognize life's most significant moments while they're happening. Back then I thought, 'Well, there'll be other days.' I didn't realize that was the only day."
I can't believe it has taken me more than 30 years to take the time to finally watch Field of Dreams. And boy was it worth it to finally see what all this…
Every Friday afternoon I will glance at the clock near me and do a quick calculation of the minutes remaining in my work day, and thus the countdown begins. Leaving work and heading home to the people I love, the television I watch and the Blu-ray collection I worship is always a terrific moment regardless of the day of the week, but man, nothing beats a Friday on the cusp of a lazy, relaxing weekend.
This particular Friday, each passing minute felt like a tiny step towards something even more special and I could barely contain my excitement. Sunday is Easter and I get to experience the amazing moment when my daughter discovers what the bunny left her, a reminder…
