Hollywood is usually very good at sports hero biographies, but this story of Gail Devers bombs out badly in my view. We join Gail when she is well into her top form just before the 1988 Olympics. Fair enough, but at some stage we expect to find out about her life leading up to this point; for instance, her running background, her relationship with her coach, how she met her husband and so on. We get nothing. There are some positives, like the fine acting and the portrayal of the complicated nature of her illness, but these are offset by some laughable so-called "Olympic" heats and finals, played to almost empty stadiums, with a few "rent-a-crowd" extras in the background. Quite disappointing.
