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More Than a Game: Don't give a shit about basketball? See it anyway.

LeBron James is a household name, familiar even to those who know nothing about basketball. Thankfully, More Than a Game is about more than LeBron James and, as a result, could reach a far wider audience than the game's traditional fan base.

Game's story mirrors the clichéd sports-feature-film trajectory so uncannily, at times it's hard to believe you're watching a documentary. And man alive, what a trajectory: In order to stay close, a ragtag team of black childhood friends from the poor part of Akron, Ohio—led by a rookie coach and father of one of the players—decides to attend and play for a mostly white Catholic high school called St. Vincent-St. Mary's. Against adversity, team gains rank and blows minds; team grows overconfident, defies coach, and suffers crushing defeat; team recommits to coach and refocuses for a last attempt at victory.

Director and Akron native Kristopher Belman was studying at Loyola Marymount University, and after reading a story about the team choosing St. Vincent-St. Mary's out of friendship, he began Game as what was supposed to be a 10-minute school project. (He got a B+.) Since Belman was a student, he was able to attend one practice at a time when media were swarming St. Vincent-St Mary's to get at LeBron James, the standout star of what had become known as the "Fab Five." Belman returned the next day, without permission, and eventually became part of the team's entourage, documenting its rise through the ranks of high-school basketball.

Despite the frenzy, James—who, at just 18, was the number-one pick in the 2003 NBA draft and became the youngest-ever Rookie of the Year (and has been named NBA All-Star every year since)—shares equal screen time with his teammates and coach. This is More Than a Game's coup. Belman masterfully interlaces rich interviews with enthralling game footage, aided by a stellar soundtrack featuring Jay-Z, Jurassic 5, and T.I. The formula renders subplots like the dynamic between Coach Dru Joyce III and his son as engaging as anything on the court. The result is truly moving. I haven't watched the NBA since Gary Payton left the Sonics, but this film gave me chills. Go see it—even if you don't give a shit about basketball. recommended

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with you description, i feel like i've seen this one before. so, n, i don't think i'll go waste money on this. there are WAY more/better actual films out there that are probably way more deserving than this one to see. i love documentary, but this has been done to death, same exact formula and everything. don't waste your time, UNLESS you're majorly into basketball.
Posted by tom tom club exposer on October 16, 2009 at 6:30 AM · Report
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@1 I'm not usually a grammar jerk but you need to learn how to type and spell as well as gain an understanding of sentence structure if you're going to try and convince other readers that this article (the well written one) is incorrect in its anaylsis.
Posted by JF on October 16, 2009 at 7:43 AM · Report
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@1: What @2 said, and the fact that you haven't actually seen the movie in question. Great insight there, buddy.
Posted by Mr Me on October 16, 2009 at 5:01 PM · Report
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Nope. Won't see it. Don't give a shit - sorry!
Posted by bball on October 18, 2009 at 7:44 AM · Report

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