Jack of all Trades

This documentary has very little to do with baseball cards and more about a sons hard feeling about his father who abandoned his family.

If you grew up in Thornhill and rode your bike to Sluggers to buy cards and ate cookies and played RBI baseball nextdoor then this film is for you. If you are unfamiliar with this place then you may not like this film. I always wondered what happened to the store and when Kamal (aka Karlos) took it over why and what for? Not a perfect movie as it could have focused more on the rise and fall of the the industry. In the end, it helped explain why my stash isn't worth anything anymore and more importantly, what happened to a place that was such a large part of my childhood. Thanks for making it. I appreciated it.

This documentary was supposed to be about the rise and fall of baseball cards in the 80s &90s , but we get a weak story , weak acting, and very weak production I can only give 2 stars because it is obvious that all of the back story of the "father son " rift was a total lie The story is all over the place There is characters that they don't introduce, and you can tell a lot of this is rehearsed

This is a long, dull reality show staring an unlikable man who acts like a childish brat who demonstrates less knowledge about the sport and the hobby than your average child with a passive interest in baseball. In fact, the sport seems completely meaningless to everyone in the film. Their only concern is money and they blame the industry for alleged misdeeds when their dreams of growing rich off of baseball cards didn't come to pass.

Large portions of the movie are bickering between Stuart and his family over what the movie should be, while the climax is a discussion that Stuart has with his father, who is perhaps the only person in the film who is less likable than Stuart himself.

The only redeeming parts of this film are the scene with Jose Canseco, who is down to earth and candid, and Foul Ball Paul, who clearly has a love for the game and a true interest in the hobby that extends beyond Stuart's petulant whines of "why aren't these worth more".

If you want to watch a clueless privileged man-child whine that the silver plate life handed him wasn't polished quite to his liking, this film is for you. If you have any interest in baseball or baseball cards and want to reminisce or learn more about the sport or the hobby, please do not waste your time on this garbage film.

A genuine documentary about fandom--of fathers and of sports cards--and the sometimes harsh reality of our personal icons. It's a bit rough around the edges--perhaps by design--but imperfection is part and parcel of the whole. The movie morphs from an investigation of the baseball card boom and demise, into the tandem disillusionment of the card industry and a lost father. It's partly about an industry that profited from the adoration and hard-earned money of kids, then knowingly betrayed them for a buck. It's partly about a father-son relationship of adoration that was discarded. The movie, perhaps to its audience, and perhaps the filmmakers, is an investment that only pays off for those who are looking for value in deeper understanding. If you only bought baseball cards as a monetary investment, you may not get it. If you're only watching for the big, bold, complete resolution, you may not be satisfied. But there's catharsis and reconciliation and acceptance of truth here that might fill a void you didn't know you had. Well worth watching for me.