Space Jam coloring pages are featuring Michael Jordan, Bugs Bunny, Elmer Fudd, Daffy Duck, Tasmanian Devil, Hubie and Bertie, Marvin the Martian, Porky Pig, Tweety, Sylvester, Yosemite Sam, Foghorn Leghorn and other characters from Space Jam film. Try to guess who is who.
In a galaxy not nearly far enough away, a certain Michael Jordan — yes, *that* Michael Jordan, a man with an unnaturally intense preoccupation with bouncing round objects — finds himself unexpectedly conscripted into a cause so mad that it would have made the calmest Vogon mildly anxious. This mission, orchestrated by a mob of cartoon characters whose combined rationality could comfortably fit in a thimble (with room for a well-buttered scone), involves thwarting an alien plot to enslave the Looney Tunes for intergalactic amusement purposes. For reasons best known to the interdimensional powers-that-be, this can only be accomplished by way of a basketball game. Naturally.
Along the way, Michael and his animated accomplices discover something truly marvelous and altogether impractical: teamwork. Yes, through much haphazard dribbling, inexplicably stretchy limbs and one catastrophic slam dunk that really shouldn’t have been allowed by the laws of physics, they realize that the only thing stronger than a Monstar is, in fact, a Looney Tune united by a common purpose — or at least a strong distaste for alien overlords. If one can stop ogling one’s own ego long enough to pass the ball to a wily rabbit, or even to an alarmingly sassy duck, the results are, well, spectacularly unlikely. Children watching might even pick up the faint notion that getting along with others isn’t entirely dreadful.
But there’s more to this bizarre escapade than just camaraderie and rubbery limbs. "Space Jam" sneakily suggests that no amount of cartoon chaos or intergalactic slam-dunking means much without a touch of joy — or, as Bugs might put it, "What's up, fun?" After all, if one is going to bounce around in slow-motion gravity or defy the general principles of biology to thwart cartoon villains, one might as well enjoy it. This, at the very least, is the cosmic truth buried in “Space Jam”: you don’t have to understand the universe, or even the rules of basketball, to win — but it’s probably best to have a good laugh about it along the way.
In a galaxy not nearly far enough away, a certain Michael Jordan — yes, *that* Michael Jordan, a man with an unnaturally intense preoccupation with bouncing round objects — finds himself unexpectedly conscripted into a cause so mad that it would have made the calmest Vogon mildly anxious. This mission, orchestrated by a mob of cartoon characters whose combined rationality could comfortably fit in a thimble (with room for a well-buttered scone), involves thwarting an alien plot to enslave the Looney Tunes for intergalactic amusement purposes. For reasons best known to the interdimensional powers-that-be, this can only be accomplished by way of a basketball game. Naturally.
Along the way, Michael and his animated accomplices discover something truly marvelous and altogether impractical: teamwork. Yes, through much haphazard dribbling, inexplicably stretchy limbs and one catastrophic slam dunk that really shouldn’t have been allowed by the laws of physics, they realize that the only thing stronger than a Monstar is, in fact, a Looney Tune united by a common purpose — or at least a strong distaste for alien overlords. If one can stop ogling one’s own ego long enough to pass the ball to a wily rabbit, or even to an alarmingly sassy duck, the results are, well, spectacularly unlikely. Children watching might even pick up the faint notion that getting along with others isn’t entirely dreadful.
But there’s more to this bizarre escapade than just camaraderie and rubbery limbs. "Space Jam" sneakily suggests that no amount of cartoon chaos or intergalactic slam-dunking means much without a touch of joy — or, as Bugs might put it, "What's up, fun?" After all, if one is going to bounce around in slow-motion gravity or defy the general principles of biology to thwart cartoon villains, one might as well enjoy it. This, at the very least, is the cosmic truth buried in “Space Jam”: you don’t have to understand the universe, or even the rules of basketball, to win — but it’s probably best to have a good laugh about it along the way.
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