Whereas the titular character in The Last Dance serves as an unreliable narrator, viewers see Tiger solely through the tinted glasses of his friends and reporters. Tiger Woods is a fascinating case study in toxic sports culture and masculinity and this documentary dances with those themes.
Personally I’ve never liked him post-childhood awe.
Tiger’s origin story much like MJ’s was great to watch. Though I wanted the documentary to delve into the notion of forgiveness and collective memory, it started to lose focus once it brought in the trashy National Enquirer guy (who comically is like the personification of Oswald Cobblepot; the documentary knows it too with the slow pan introduction and his accentuated “t” sounds that they choose to include lol). A decent watch despite its flaws and somewhat haunting given recent events, especially with the CA/FL mix-up parallelism.