Review: Tyson (2008)
Tyson is an indulgent documentary film. Likey to be considered brilliant by his fans, and mediocre by his detractors or the general filmgoer; disinterest is all pervading in this film. I would venture that, apart from once bearing unstoppable K.O. skills, Mike Tyson is no more interesting or intelligent than your average, intellectually challenged contact-sportsman. Funnily enough, the boxer firmly considers himself an intellectual. But self-ascribed labels only go so far and any illusion of intellect is washed away by his open admissions of misogyny and attempts at explaining various thuggish and reprehensible behaviours for which he has been derided.
For me, the documentary dragged on and on, not helped by the extended talking head material of a rambling Tyson. The film is largely a vanity piece and lacks interviews with promoters, battered ex-girlfriends or his pugilistically defeated opponents.
No wonder, hey.
Titicut Rating: 1.5 / 5
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