Quite simply, this is not a documentary. It is a self-indulgent waste of time, with a film- maker who is enough of an egomaniac to put his name in the film's title and put himself at the center of the story he describes as a "portrait of Maradona". There is little to nothing revealing or insightful about the footballer as when we are watching any interview footage (rather than mundane footage of Diego watching television, or going for a swim), the tone is so sycophantic as to be useless. Ironically, given the film-maker's ideological projection, it is like the most low-brow back-slapping American breakfast TV interview of Tom Cruise. The animated sequences padding out the film are ludicrous, implying Maradona was some scourge to Reagan and... Tony Blair?!?! Their cheapness betrays any claim to the film- maker being a director of great repute. This is the stuff of satire; if Mitchell and Webb had done this I would be pissing myself.
What a shame then that it is completely straight-faced seriousness.
What a shame then that it is completely straight-faced seriousness.