The Last Dance (2020) — Riley Cross Reviews

The Riley Cross Blockbuster Pick

I still have PTSD flashbacks from the release window of this; I think I worked the entire rollout because my manager was terrified a competitor bouquet would sneak in and steal our copy. It feels strange watching it now without the hum of the projector or the pop of kettle corn, but it hits harder when you can pause it to hand off the CPU. If you are committed to a real "Night In," clear your schedule because this is a ten-hour commitment—longer than a Blue Crush marathon and exhaustive in the best way possible.

The premise is simple enough, but the delivery is relentless. I’d sit through it all again just to re-watch one specific moment in the Utah series. It is that legendary hallway glare. When Jordan catches the ball on the sideline, stumbles forward, and then just stalks toward the press tables freezing everyone in his path, it is pure dominance. It captures that terrifying charisma of an athlete who refuses to lose, leaving you wondering why he isn't in a Halloween mask.

The dynamic between Jordan and Pippen is fraught with competition and secrets, making it feel like a messy family drama, but with millions more on the line than a typical divorce. This is the perfect movie for when you want to feel like you're witnessing history without leaving your PJs on. It is the definition of high-quality entertainment, loud and brash, exactly what you want when the world outside is too much to deal with.

Bottom line: It’s 9.5 hours of basketball perfection that sets the gold standard for sports docs.