The Blind Side (2009)

The Blind Side is a pleasantly charming movie that’s a little about football, a little about race and class dynamics, a little about family, but really a lot about decent people trying to do the right thing. Given that it takes its title from a football term, I’ll use some here: this film is no Hail Mary Pass—it’s a solid, slow march down the field. No flash, no heroics, but good enough to score.

The Blind Side is based on the true story of Michael Oher. The outlines of his story are familiar: an African-American kid from the inner-city projects rises, through hard work and a talent for athletics to success in college and professional sports. Oher (Quinton Aaron) has many of the sadly usual problems against him: a disinterested, drug-addicted mother; lackluster support from foster homes; economic hardship (we meet Michael living on an uncle’s couch and owning just as many clothes as fit in a plastic shopping bag). In his favor, Michael is gifted with unusual size, an aptitude for auditory learning, and a strong tendency to display ‘protective instincts.’ The size gets him noticed. When his uncle (a mechanic who’s been saving) angles to get his own son, a basketball whiz, into a ritzy Christian school, the football coach notes the hulking nephew and starts salivating. ‘Big Mike’ is in. He’s now a private school kid.

And it’s here that Oher’s story takes an interesting turn. One cold night, Michael attracts the attention of well-to-do Leigh Anne Tuohy (Sandra Bullock) not for his size, but because he’s wandering around in the cold in only a polo shirt and shorts. He’s on his way to try to sleep in the school gym. Leigh Anne is having none of it, and invites Oher to spend the night at the house she shares with her entrepreneur husband Sean (Tim McGraw) and kids. Slowly, the Tuohys take Oher under their wing, giving him shelter, support, and something the young man has never had before: a loving family.

Yeah, there’s football involved. Turns out that Oher is just perfect to be a prize left tackle, guarding the all-important ‘blind side’ of the quarterback, and the Tuohys (a clan of sports fans) encourage Michael on and off the field to pursue sports as a vocation. This leads to some entertaining ‘training montages’ and gridiron exploits. This is not, however, a ‘football movie.’ The resolution does not depend on someone winning a big game, or on a small team defeating a scary cross-state rival, but instead depends on the decisions people make—on who Michael Oher decides to be, and why. This is a character piece, and wisely uses sports and people’s reactions to them as means to illustrate character. Consider the high-school football coach (Ray McKinnon): he’s neither a tyrant nor a dunce nor a manipulator—just a man who knows a good thing when he sees it, and who likes to win. There’s also a great scene where Sean Tuohy—himself a former basketball star—explains Tennyson’s “The Charge of the Light Brigade” to Michael in sporting terms, and the young man completely gets it. Sure, lots of films make the connection between the athletic life and manhood and courage—but how many do it with poetry?

The film is helped along by winning performances—literally, in Bullock’s case: she won an Oscar. Her take on Leigh Anne is certainly memorable, even if she feels a little underserved by the screenplay. There are plenty of ways to go wrong with this sort of brassy Southern Belle, and Bullock manages to avoid most of them. Oscar-worthy is always a matter of opinion, but at least Bullock keeps Leigh Anne from sliding into caricature, and makes a woman who’s honestly quite pushy also honestly likable. Tim McGraw brings a delightful laid-back twinkle to Sean Tuohy, the husband who is, refreshingly for a movie spouse, allowed to be at least as decent as his wife. McGraw, a country music star, did a very different parental turn in the film version of Friday Night Lights. The guy has some range, and he doesn’t pale here next to Bullock. As the Tuohy kids, Lily Collins smiles sweetly as cheerleader daughter Collins (how’s that for name coincidence?) and as motormouth younger brother S. J., Jae Head gets to spout the usual slicker-than-his-years one-liners. Quinton Aaron, as Oher, has the hardest job, given that he has to play straight man to the Tuohy clan, suggest the inner depths of the quiet, troubled Michael, and play believable football. He acquits himself admirably in all three cases. It’s not a standout performance, but soul, not virtuosity, is required here, and Aaron has that. As for the real-life college coaches (including Nick Saban and Lou Holtz) who show up as their past selves on recruiting missions, they’re at least no more wooden than in post-game interviews. One imagines giving recruiting pitches is a sort of acting coaches are used to. Providing a spunkier sort of authority figure is the always-dependable Kathy Bates in a small role as Michael’s personal tutor.

What The Blind Side lacks is what many a pro bench also lacks: depth. In some cases, this is not a detraction. The movie hints at a number of complex issues—racial inequality, the exploitation of African-American young men by athletic programs, banal bigotry, the temptation of easy, drug-fueled living in the projects—but it mostly keeps these below the surface. Discretion is probably the better part of filmmaking here, as too much of this would lead to a darker tone. The movie is smart enough to acknowledge these things, but also smart enough to move on. The Blind Side wants to be about the bright side, not the dark side, and it wisely stays there (for those who want grit in this type of story, there’s Precious). Less wise, however, is the tendency to also keep the characters’ deeper emotions below the surface. At one point, when Leigh Anne’s country club friends patronizingly tell her how great it is that she’s changing Michael’s life, she responds, “No. He’s changing mine.” It’s the right sentiment, of course, and it’s the line convention trains us to expect. But she shouldn’t have to say it. The movie should show us Leigh Anne’s life changing, and it doesn’t. Bullock gamely closes her eyes from time to time and Considers Things Deeply, but that’s not enough. I liked these characters too much to believe they had such static inner lives.

As a whole, though, The Blind Side tells a charming story in a largely charming way. I appreciated that it didn’t make Michael’s struggle about conquering plain ignorance or bad attitude but rather about learning to trust others and himself. And I appreciated that the movie recognizes that the hardest hits often come off the football field, not on it. Most of all, I appreciated that the movie didn’t have much ambition beyond competently telling a story of plain old human kindness. These days, that’s a subject that often ends up (if you’ll excuse me) on Hollywood’s blind side. Michael Oher eventually went to the Baltimore Ravens, number 23 in the first round of the 2009 NFL draft. A respectable place for Oher: not top ten, but still first round. That’s about where this film belongs, too.