Oh, sure, there's nothing sleazy or gossipy about this film devoted to the legendary Pittsburgh Pirate. He was a good family man. He was an outstanding baseball player. And also one who became friends with some lucky souls in the fanbase.
As you know, Clemente's life ended abruptly in a New Year's Eve plane crash while delivering supplies to people in Nicaragua. He often predicted that he would die young, given that, as a child, he watched his own sister accidentally catch fire and burn to death.
While the years were short, the accomplishments were many as told in this film by his sons, his widows, and his many teammates. To be his friend was to be lucky. If you crossed him, watch out. There is one story where Bob Gibson was trash talking Clemente. Roberto pledged to get him during his next at-bat. He certainly did. Clemente hit a line drive at the pitcher that broke his leg.
There was a lot here I knew and, as a good documentary would do, a lot I didn't know. Indeed, I came to know the man. And I am not sad that I didn't get to watch him play more.
It's an honor to recommend a movie about a true "humane" being.
LEN'S RATING: Four stars.
Dinner last night: Grilled bratwurst.
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