Major League
I’m such a sucker for baseball films. No idea why. Maybe it’s because Hollywood churns out so many baseball-themes films that I grew up thinking it was a cool made-up sport used only in the movies and didn’t actually exist in real life, kind of like how all movie phone numbers begin with 555. Whatever the reason, it’s rare that I don’t enjoy a baseball movie on some level (the exception being Sam "formerly The Man" Raimi’s stinky For Love of the Game).
I loved Major League when I was a kid. I love Major League now. It’s got a kick-ass comedic premise: a woman who inherits ownership of a Major League baseball team wants to the team to lose and thus qualify for re-location, so she hires a team of has-beens and freak-shows to ensure they suck. Enter a roll-call of crazy odd-balls, from Charlie Sheen’s Wild Thing fresh from the penitentiary, Dennis Haysbert’s voodoo lunatic, Wesley Snipes’ fast-talking Willie Mays Hayes (seeing the stoic super-serious Snipes in a comedy is a little strange) to Corbin Bernsen’s obnoxious playboy, with Tom "I was excellent in Platoon but been in shit ever since" Berenger playing the straight-man team captain. Of course this motley crew comes good, and of course they overcome the obstacles and bond together, and of course they win the big game at the end, but with a film this funny who cares about predicability and cliché?