The Last Dance

DECENT 7. i awe at michael jordan's ability to go out and get what he seeks. i reflect on the egotism i touched on in this review, and there may not be a better example for justified arrogance than jordan. the man's name is black jesus. the steps in achieving growth is a cycle — i'm at that stage of this cycle where i am humbled over and over and over. i wonder if it is within my capabilities (to be in the present, to be a source of inspiration, to be the most hardworking player on the metaphorical court) to go out and get what i want. jordan's story is so impressive to the point that The Last Dance suffers from it. whereas i'd have preferred for jordan to have been more reflective, allowing himself to be criticized and mocked, it should've been obvious to me from the start that this documentary would not characterize jordan as a suffered, misguided martyr. no, this was always going to be yet another victory lap (albeit, a quite compelling and impressively-scaled lap) for the chicago bulls and their two three peats. whenever i had a point of criticism (not enough team, struggle, legacy) for this documentary, it would hush me up by addressing it decently enough (rodman/pippen, gambling/father's death, kerr/jackson). it even proposed some interesting ideas of the importance of exploiting favoritism (through the cautionary tale of jereh krause) or fulfillment (through the baseball venture). that being said, i'm not sure if it was the documentary that was compelling, or the story being told that was compelling.