Though I love movies, I seem to be one of those people that has odd, glaring holes in my movie-watching experience. For example, it was not until just a few years ago that I actually sat down and watched The Breakfast Club. I grew up hearing quotes and references to this iconic movie, but never quite knew what people were talking about. Jake would frequently look at me in shocked wonder whenever I would say, "Nope, still haven't seen it."
Another movie that fits solidly into the "I can't believe you have never seen that movie" category is Field of Dreams. At least as much as Breakfast Club, Field of Dreams is a profound memory in our culture: mixing baseball, regret over bad blood between dad and son, a family farm in jeopardy, and the colossal undertow of Nostalgia Americana. I have heard it referred to as the "movie guaranteed to make manly men cry."
I finally saw this movie last night and thoroughly enjoyed it. This movie captures completely the purpose and truth of the fantasy genre: able to take human sentiment and cast it against a fantastic background, causing it to stand out in stark relief. There are many touching stories about men making peace with their dead fathers and other good stories that evoke a powerful sense of nostalgia. But this story becomes transcendent as it is tied to an experience as iconic, as thoroughly and symbolically American like baseball, and then we are immersed in the vicarious wish fulfillment of every baseball-loving child. A glimpse of the truth and beauty of heaven? A fleeting taste of our telos toward which we are moving in Christ? Quite possibly, especially given the movie's end sequence (the waterworks-inducing "Hey, dad? Wanna have a catch?"). The beauty of fantasy indeed.