When Rick Pitino woke up this morning, he was greeted by a team of cartoon bluebirds (or maybe cardinals would be more apt), merrily escorting him to the rainbow walkway that would lead him through town on a sunny stroll as the villagers sang his name in a well-rehearsed ditty about heroism. Life, for our dear Long Island native, is good.
Yes, while these past few days might have seen a bounty of triumphs all across our world — spanning from BAFTA nominations to WrestleMania wins — nobody woke up Tuesday morning with a bigger smile than Ricky Pits. And while the rest of us would love to resent that lucky bastard for all the good fortune he's undertaken, we can't bear to hate him. Just... just look how happy he is.
Here's ol' 'Tino, coach of the Louisville Cardinals, celebrating his team's NCAA victory Monday night with an ad hoc Cabbage Patch dance.Happiness Level: Walking on sunshine.
And here's Richie P, sharing his glee with CBS' Jim Nantz, ruminating on his recently announced induction into the Naismith Basketball Hall of Fame, giddily exhibiting his self-taught martial arts skills.Happiness Level: Living on Easy Street.
Sing it, R-Teens. Sing out your wayfaring jubilation so that even the nose-bleediest of the Georgia Dome seats can bask in your boundless cheer. Pitino vocalizes pure joy over his horse Goldencents making his way to the 2013 Kentucky Derby following a Saturday afternoon racing victory.Happiness Level: The sort of pride usually reserved for the mom of a homecoming soldier.
And speaking of pride, take a gander at R.T. basking in the glory of his son Rick Jr.'s magnificent news of earning the head coaching honor over the Minnesota Golden Gophers on Wednesday, adopting the meditative stance imparted upon him during his lifelong training in varied fields of mystical self-discipline.Happiness Level: Remember when you were a kid and you got two plastic submarines in your breakfast cereal box? Kind of like that.
And because we're hardly dealing with a simple man, we must cast our admiring gaze on Rick Pitino, soaring high not on his newly achieved victories or inductions, but in the banquet of love, of friendship, of human decency that is this time in which we are lucky enough to live. Hug it out, RiPit. Embrace your players, your comrades, your spiritual journey toward the ultimate plateau of spiritual enlightenment. You've had a good week, and you deserve all the smiles you can muster.Happiness Level: Nirvana.
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Jonathan Cross (Chris Klein) is down and out in California when he runs into his old friend Marcus Ridley (LL Cool J) driving a pricey sports car and dripping in gold jewelry. As it turns out Ridley is making it big in an international Rollerball league and convinces Cross to do the same. Fast-forward four months into the future and Jonathan has become one of the biggest and most sought-after Rollerball stars. He's rich drives a nice car and is having a steamy relationship with his teammate Aurora (Rebecca Romijn-Stamos). From the looks of it Rollerball is a serious moneymaking operation: We are constantly shown million of dollars worth of currency going through money counters at record speed. And by the instant ratings numbers that appear on the organizer's monitors it's obvious that Rollerball fever has taken over the world. When conniving Rollerball creator Petrovich (Jean Reno) discovers that the ratings go through the roof when blood gets spilled things start to go very wrong. Cross and his teammates suddenly find themselves playing for their lives.
Chris Klein (American Pie 2) is Jonathan Cross the all-American Rollerball player but he underplays the role. You would expect a character in his position to have a certain amount of charisma and charm but Klein's delivery is a bit deadpan and lacking in attitude. His best pal Marcus Ridley is played by LL Cool J (Kingdom Come) who manages to add a bit of dimension to his otherwise underdeveloped character. In fact he may have been better suited for the lead. The only good part about model-turned-actress Rebecca Romijn-Stamos' (X-Men) role is that it didn't incorporate too many lines. Sounding like Natasha from Rocky and Bullwinkle you have to wonder what she was thinking with that accent which (contrary to the actress' recent statement on MTV that a bad accent is not necessarily bad acting) certainly is part of the acting and certainly is bad. Jean Reno (Just Visiting) was probably the most interesting character. He was all bad without a single redeeming quality which he at least pulled off with flair whether it was in his delivery or his elaborate fur coats.
Rollerball is director John McTiernan's (The Thomas Crown Affair) take on the 1975 classic directed by Norman Jewison. There is definitely enough action in Rollerball to keep viewers interested but the major problems lies within the characters' development-there isn't any. So while the action may keep your eyeballs glued to the screen momentarily you will find yourself indifferent to the characters their plight and what happens to them. Cross and Aurora's relationship for example is implied through one hastily done sex scene in the gym. Consequently when the evil Petrovich threatens to hurt her if Cross tries to leave the game we could care less because we don't really know her or how important she is to Cross. Being such an internationally renowned sport the accents which play a big part in the film are done too shoddily. The French accents go from Canadian to European within a sentence and that's only from the ones I could pick up. Who knows what other languages were massacred in the process?