Maradona, the Hand of God

First of all, production values are terrible. The script is mumbling and bumbling and the interviews dire. The director makes no attempt to dig deeper into Maradona stupid ideas or actions and just lets him talk. Rambling about how Prince Charles was dying to meet him and Maradona said no. Really? I doubt if PC even knows who you are. And then there's his take on the Falklands (surprised he doesn't call it Malvinas) he completely ignores that it was his country who started a war and then got their asses handed to them. It was the Argentine government who sold out his country not the British. Then he tries to pretend he is a champion of the people. He goes back to visit his old slum house where young children still play in the dirt. With just one months pay cheque he could have saved those children and his old village from poverty. Did he? Does he? No. He prefers to put it up his nose. In the end all this film did was reassure me what I always thought. Maradona is a self obsessed, egotistical, drug fuelled, selfish pig. Trading on the fame that European football clubs gave him. Now he lives his life back in Argentina and as has been proved by the recent World Cup, just about the only place that will have him. Far from a FIFA embassador the guy is a disgrace to football. And for the record the second goal he scored against England has aged as badly as him. It's not that great. No tackles went in on him and he only really went past 3 people. One of which was on a yellow card and could not tackle. He made his goal record mostly against rubbish teams too. So in conclusion if you want to watch a badly shot, badly presented pile of sycophantic idiots follow a has been around Argentina waiting for him to die... this is the film for you. Everyone else... avoid.