Swing Vote

Synopsis: November, 2004, New Mexico. Bud is a slacker with one good thing in his life, his engaging fifth-grade daughter Molly. On election day, Bud is supposed to meet her at the polling place. When he doesn't show, she sneaks a ballot and is about to vote when the power goes off. It turns out that New Mexico's electoral votes will decide the contest, and there it's tied with one vote needing recasting - Bud's. The world's media and both presidential candidates, including the current President, descend on Bud in anticipation of his re-vote in two weeks. Can the clueless Bud, even with the help of Molly and a local TV reporter, handle this responsibility?

Genre: Comedy, Drama

Director(s): Joshua Michael Stern

Actors: Kevin Costner, Madeline Carroll, Paula Patton, Kelsey Grammer

Production: Touchstone Pictures/Treehouse Films

1 nomination.


IMDB:: 6.1
Metacritic:: 47
Rotten Tomatoes:: 39%

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: PG-13
Year:: 2008
: 120 min
: $16,229,781
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SWING VOTE:
After a hotly contested race,
Americans go to the polls today...
in what promises to be
a very close election.
The Republican Andrew Boone,
hoping to hold on to the Oval Office...
by edging out...
the Democratic challenger
Donald Greenleaf.
Bud...
Bud.
Bud!
I'll call...
I'll call him back.
If we had a phone, you could.
Come on!
Goddamnit! It's cold.
We're gonna be late again.
You need a shower.
Can't believe
you slept in your clothes!
Leave me any hot water?
I don't know.
Water heater fix itself?
Christ, Molly! Why don't you
just take the day off, okay?
I'll write you a note.
Now!
I'm not going to tell you again!
Get up!
Bud!
Alright, I'm coming!
- What?
- Egg salad.
Again?
You like egg salad.
Well, not every damn day I don't.
You could mix it up a little.
We're on a budget.
You wanna eat better?
Drink less beer.
- Fine.
- Fine.
- And don't forget today.
- What's... what's today?
Election day, dummy!
I'm supposed to do a report
on you voting, remember?
I already told you before
I'm not even registered.
I registered for you
in the mail.
That's great,
I could get jury duty now.
- It's your civic responsibility.
- It's my civic, my what?
It's your civic responsibility.
My civic responsibility?
Where you learning this crap?
Mrs. Abernathy.
Well, stay away from her.
She's my teacher.
Sign this.
What is it?
A questionnaire. I'm supposed
to ask you about your politics.
Well, go ahead.
I already filled it in.
I wanted you to sound smart.
Give me
the first question anyway.
What's your political affiliation?
Alright,
I'm a conscious objector.
It's not a war, Bud. It's an election.
And you are an independent.
Independent? Why in the hell
would I be an independent?
Because the two party system...
has neglected the needs
of the working poor.
- Let me tell you something, baby...
- Here we go again.
The voting doesn't count
for a goddamn thing.
Just a way to make you feel
like you're in control of something.
It doesn't matter who you vote for,
we can't afford insurance and...
if you get sick, I'm gonna have
to start selling my blood again.
Mrs. Abernathy said every vote counts.
It's a social contract.
It's a social contract.
This Mrs. Abernathy is full of shit.
Meet me at the polling place
after work.
Fine.
You forgetting something?
Bud, screw this up
and I'm leaving you.
Do good!
Where...
Where the hell is Dewey?
He got laid off.
Bullshit! He got insourced.
Insourced?
Insourced. Instead of exporting
our jobs to Mexico...
they're importing Mexicans
to take our jobs.
You're paranoid,
you know that?
Attention! The opening
this morning is officially cancelled.
I can't even read
the damn signs no more!
Our days are numbered, fellas.
You mark my words!
These hombres work twice
as hard for half the money.
I just figure they need this job
twice as bad as us!
Whose side are you on?
I don't take sides, Lowell.
Just stating the obvious.
Next thing, they'll be taking
away our right to vote.
You voting, Bud?
It's a social contract,
isn't it?
Who are you voting for?
Shit if I know!
I think I picked up a couple shades.
Looks like an eight.
What do you think, Marty?
I don't like
the margin in Florida.
Bus some young Republicans down
to the polling stations in Palm Beach.
Make sure they're tall,
they're blonde and they're men.
Because old Jews see a pack
of angry young white males...
and they're gonna think twice
about getting out of their car!
Kennedy was a nine.
And he put a man on the moon.
That's what we need.
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