Football is not as absolute so as to say someone played it better than the rest, but Zizou is certainly the most elegant player we've seen in decades. Abstracted from the complex tactical movement of 22 players in a regular game, and with the cameras all set on him—the star of the film, and on the pitch—he seems to follow directions like an actor, but makes the game his own out of skill and grace.
Great for a double session with Spike Lee's Kobe Doin' Work. Great for the comparison of cinematographies, of cultures, of sports. This premiered 3 years before Lee's film. And yet the premise is the same for both: have lots of cameras constantly on the athlete. And produce a film, a documentary without comentary, instead of the usual fragmented narrated televised games. An interesting unique way to see an athlete.
Suspiciously patient & abstract, maybe the way a bug-eyed alien watches a soccer match. The sudden appearance of voiceless subtitles in the middle (along w/ hints of political disgust) comes as both a relief and a mindfuck. The game, stripped of its teamwork and its social purpose, becomes a standoff between individual consciousness and the impersonal, immortal perception of time.
An intensely intimate look of a legend at work. I concur with the fact that there's not much here to do with the sport at all - you get to see a man (and believe me, if there ever was a fucking mensch it's Zinedine Zidane) deal with his surroundings in a way that is entirely his own.