Cohan ’17: What Space Jam could teach All-Star Weekend

Sports Columnist
Friday, February 14, 2014

Calling it one of my favorite childhood movies would be an understatement. I once watched it so many times my brother told me I was starting to talk like Daffy Duck — self-consciously exaggerating every “s” for the next two weeks out of genuine fear.

How could it be as good as I remembered? I checked Rotten Tomatoes before it started, and it had a 35 percent rating. Thirty-five percent?! Children’s movies always have inflated Rotten Tomatoes scores. “Toy Story,” “Toy Story 2” and “Toy Story 3” are rated 100, 100 and 99 percent, respectively. “The Graduate,” meanwhile, has a score of 88 percent. “Space Jam” couldn’t be that awful, could it? Granted, I told people “I, Robot” was my favorite movie until I was 10, but could my judgment have been that far off?

Nope. It’s amazing. The acting is hilariously awkward, and the whole thing feels like one long advertisement for Michael Jordan, but that’s exactly what “Space Jam” is supposed to be. In sports, we talk about how important it is for teams to know their identities. This movie knows its identity.

Michael Jordan is not an actor, but he’s definitely an entertainer. In 90 minutes, Jordan crams in around a thousand dunks. Fellow NBA players Larry Bird, Charles Barkley, Patrick Ewing, Shawn Bradley, Larry Johnson and Muggsy Bogues all make fools of themselves every time they step in front of the camera, and they embrace every second of it in such a good-natured way you can’t help but smile. And just when you think about checking your phone, B-Real, Coolio, Method Man, LL Cool J and Busta Ryhmes team up to deliver “Hit ’Em High (The Monstars’ Anthem)” and suck you back in.

Now, you might be asking why I just devoted 300 words to a half-animated children’s movie that was released in 1996. Or maybe you just assumed I had no idea what I was doing, which might have been very astute. But I do have a point here. Watching “Space Jam,” I realized something. This is what All-Star Weekend is supposed to be.

Dunks, stars and downright absurdity coming at you from all angles until you just shake your head and try to take in as much as you can. Athletes who don’t care about looking stupid and are willing to have fun. Bugs Bunny and his posse. And more dunks.

Athletes are so heavily scrutinized these days, so carefully managed, so focused on maintaining their brands, that the idea of just relaxing and putting on a show seems almost naive. No one wants to slip up, make a mistake and be on SportsCenter nonstop. Just look at Marcus Smart — who, by the way, is a week younger than I am.

Take LeBron. Every year he declines to participate in the Slam Dunk Contest. Apparently, he’s worried about protecting his image. (I’m still trying to figure out the link between starring in a beloved event and damaging your image.)

This stuff has prevented All-Star Weekend from being the spectacle it could have been the past few years, though absolutely nothing has changed. And yet, despite this, I’ve irrationally decided that this year, we’re going to get one hell of a show.

For starters, we’ve got the Celebrity Game. Kevin Hart is going for his third straight MVP. His third straight. The only other basketball players to ever win three straight MVPs? Bill Russell, Wilt Chamberlain and Larry Bird. And none of those guys were 5-foot-2 and terrible at basketball.

(Of interest to no one but myself: Bill Simmons and Jalen Rose will coach the Celebrity Game. These are two of my favorite people in sports media. I can already see Simmons getting overly competitive and steaming as he watches Hart try to dunk — while at the same time struggling to play it off like he’s having a good time.)

Then there are the Slam Dunk Contest and Three-Point Contest, the conference championships of All-Star Weekend. In the Slam Dunk Contest we’ve got Paul George, John Wall, Damian Lillard and three other guys. It’s not LeBron but still. George is an MVP candidate, Wall is arguably the quickest, most athletic player in the NBA, and Lillard has that little-kid look that makes everything he does seem 10 times as impressive.

Stephen Curry and Bradley Beal are part of the field in the Three-Point Contest, which is enough for me. With Curry, there’s the chance he does not miss a single shot, causing my friend Lewis (a Georgetown fan) to flash back to the 2008 Georgetown-Davidson NCAA Tournament Game. “Wait, you guys were the two seed? And you lost in the second round?”

And Beal plays for my Wizards, so I can get way too invested and be legitimately upset when he loses to Curry by 15 shots. (Then again, it’s always someone random that wins this event. Why not Beal? I may or may not have already put money on this.)

I’m still not totally sure what “Skills Challenge” and “Shooting Stars” are, so I’ll skip those. The “Rising Stars Challenge” is not good. So that just leaves the weekend’s headline event, the All-Star Game.

Look, nothing’s going to top Michael Jordan’s buzzer-beating dunk from half court to lead the Tune Squad over the Monstars. You just don’t get players with the ability to stretch their arms 15 feet with two aliens simultaneously tackling them anymore. But if this game, and this weekend, can capture an ounce of that atmosphere  — the cartoonish plays, the star power and the sheer sense of fun — well, I’ll take it.



James Cohan ’17 still watches “I, Robot” every weekend. Send movie suggestions to

  • Michael Jordan

    Great article James! Basketball is about having fun

    • James Cohan

      AND playing with balls