I grew up watching McEnroe and have no doubt he was the greatest tennis player of all time. I also know that he was hot headed and a perfectionist.

But this story is really more about the bittersweet realities of the after party, when the spotlight of fame fades and retirement forces once-famous athletes to face another set of equally challenging realities. The constant thread of John walking alone on dark Manhattan streets, answering public phones as if they're calls from the afterlife, came across as a bit dreary and over-wrought.

I would have preferred to see more of his youth and beginnings in tennis; where he practiced, who his coaches were, what they had to say about him, his life at school, with friends.

The general impression was that he was suddenly THE John McEnroe and walking onto the court at Wimbledon with Jimmy Connors, who purportedly ignored him.

Light on the beef, in my opinion.

This cinematic attempt to capture the essence of Superstar John McEnroe works on so many levels that we thoroughly enjoyed almost every moment of it. John is quite candid about his evolution from a total brat during the years that he played tennis to the mature individual who he has evolved into. From his terrible tantrums to the tender moments he now shares with his extended family. His candor should be appreciated. The bonus in this film is the high quality that the cinematographer introduces. The film offers insights into one of the greatest tennis players that the United States has ever produced. John has also become one of the beat announcers for the sport. His insights and commentaries enhance all the major tennis events at so many levels. Who needs Pickleball when we John McEnroe calling tennis matches.

A story of love to life, to family, to serendipity and fortune, its love to physical activity, its a hymn of human complexity, and not to forget the love of the sport called tennis.i remember those days when borg and mcenroe battled the fields of wimbledon, the raging moments of john and the cool moments of bjørn borg, that drew even me to an open asfalt field with imaginary nets and lines sleizing the ball with my slezinger bat, gee those where the days of glory.

A very well made production, an original take on strolling through new york in the midst of the darkest hours of the day along with john m., a very humanized mcenroe makes the world so much more sympathetic, so if you love tennis, have a look at this documentary.well made and thank you john for all you gave to us back then.