During my Week of Phlegm, I used up my personal stash of unwatched DVDs and forged on to the video store. There, among other things, I rented "Invincible." I knew that it starred Marky Mark and was about football, and that's about where my bar was, so I grabbed it. Had I noticed that it was yet another Disney sports movie, however, I would have passed. I've already seen it. Many times.
Our hero is generous, kind, beloved. He is nevertheless dumped on by society. He's too poor, too old, too black, too something. His life is systematically reduced to rubble before our eyes. He's left with only his dream. His dream involves sports. At first, he gets no respect. People mock him. Only a good woman believes in this loser. She is improbably hot. He thinks about quitting, but he doesn't, because the dream is all he has left. And wouldn't you know, he succeeds. In a brilliant musical montage, he earns his detractors' respect play by play. His onetime critics hoist him up on their shoulders.* Fans cheer. Our hero basks in applause, his good woman by his side. We learn in the American Graffiti–style end titles that they lived happily ever after.
Unwatchable.
*If our hero is black, this is replaced by "One-time hate-spewing racists, suddenly seeing the light, now cuddle him."