MoL finally got around to watching Zidane: A 21st Century Portrait. Too much. Too many cameras. Too much Zidane. Not enough ball. MoL says why not show the game like on TV, or run the George Best film instead. The permissions, financing and legal teams is the real story here, not football.
Zidane: an essay in solitude (alone in a crowd), but also an exercise in global branding. The universality of a product that can endlessly repeat and be repeated, while the subject himself remains an enigma, managing even to write himself out of his own play (involving endless permissions on the part of others to film him) by getting himself sent off before the end with a red card, perhaps because he was tired of being asked to perform, not for the sake of the game (the thing itself) but the spectacle (the representation of something that has become a shadow of itself). Still, sent off is better than being substituted.
I’m a substitute for another guy, I look pretty tall but my heels are high. (Pete Townshend)