The extremely selective Jodie Foster must now gnash her teeth at the reminder that she ever made something so willfully sentimental and misty-eyed as Stealing Home. Never has a film featuring a baseball player as a key character, not to mention using baseball terminology as its title, been so targeted at a female audience (A League of Their Own notwithstanding). Stealing Home is a "chick flick" of the highest order, so laden with nostalgia and ocean-front romance that male viewers reeled in by the misleading title may run for the exits -- or, at least, tell everyone their girlfriend dragged them to it. The dewy performances across the board don't do anything to distinguish a script that may have been too autobiographical for its writer-directors (Will Aldis and Steven Kampmann), leading them to eschew their sharper comic instincts in favor of cheesy earnestness. While it's not as memorable as other prominent tearjerkers from the late '80s and early '90s, those who appreciate such unbridled melodrama will find a fairly clean and tight example of it here.
by Derek Armstrong review