My mother liked O.J., he really knew what he wanted.
Yes, this is a documentary on footballer O.J. Simpson directed by George A. Romero betweenand that was shot by Bill Hinzman. Yes, really.
As far as a documentary goes, it looks at Simpson‘s career uncritically with a sort of hero-worship that means there’s little of actual interest to fans or anti-fans. There are some interviews with his family that do humanize him a bit and a some words from his first wife – you know, the one who’s still alive – Margarite Simpson. This is the portrait of a normal guy who was good at sports in general and was a lot sharper than usual, still, it’s little more than a fluff piece.
Technically, the film is very well shot and edited with a striking modern pace, if the film stock was cleaner and there was no Howard Cosell (the Ben Stein of his generation) this film would be indistinguishable from modern portraits of athletes. It’s the same worshipful garbage that permeates American culture in that more American men can identify their local sports favorites than their representatives in Congress; bread and circuses indeed. Since this is, as mentioned before, little more than a fluff piece, we really don’t get much of a sense of Simpson as a person except for his near-superhuman drive to always be the best of the best as well as the center of attention. Considering the unfortunate trajectory his life took, this film seems almost like the first act of Othello….
This film is an easter egg on the Bogus Witch Project region 1 DVD, which finally gives me a use for that DVD aside from scratching the hard-to-reach part of my crack.