A middling biopic of pitcher Bill Lee
In the annals of baseball, the pitcher’s mound has been occupied by more than its share of colorful characters — from Dock Ellis, the Pittsburgh Pirate who claimed to have thrown a nohitter while high on LSD, to Detroit Tiger Mark “The Bird” Fidrych, who would often talk to the ball.
And then there’s Bill “Spaceman” Lee, the Boston Red Sox and Montreal Expos left-hander whose affection for marijuana and outof-left-field antics earned him his trippy moniker.
But while a fictionalized account of Lee’s career certainly held some sex, drugs & rock ’n’ roll potential, the blandly pedestrian film “Spaceman” seldom delivers despite an engagingly game lead performance by Josh Duhamel.
Based on Lee’s 1984 memoir, “The Wrong Stuff,” the biopic is quick to strike the desired tone, introducing its protagonist clad only in an apron, sprinkling “herbs” over a pan of pancake batter, but he soon finds himself having to sing for his supper when his free-spirited approach to teamwork gets him released from his Montreal Expos contract and the rest of the teams in the majors won’t return his calls.
While Duhamel’s performance has a spirited, lanky charm, the routine writing and direction by first-time nonfiction filmmaker Brett Rapkin (he profiled Lee in a 2006 documentary) cry out for the occasional change-up.
“Spaceman.” Rating: R, for drug use and language throughout. Running time: 1 hour, 26 minutes. Playing: Downtown Independent, Los Angeles; Laemmle Monica Film Center, Santa Monica; also on VOD.