Susan Sarandon's squirrel eyes and wild performance steal all the attention going (even from Kevin Costner and Tim Robbins) in this exceptionally foul-mouthed baseball drama, 20 per cent of which you won't understand, and a further 20 per cent of which disappears down a muffled sound track. Still, the colour photography is just fine, and there are moments when the film's attempted bitter-sweet feel does come across, as old pro Costner (looking faintly like Paul Newman in this one) eventually gets a hot-headed young pitcher (Robbins) to do as he's told - and become a major league star. And then there's always Sarandon as the film's axis, a baseball-mad local lady who picks a likely new player to shack up with every season - until Costner, who wants her himself, tells Robbins he'll lose his lucky streak unless he lays off sex. 'This is the darndest thing,' wails Sarandon in consequence, 'The Durham Bulls can't lose and I can't get laid.' She's a delight.