Ben Affleck Flexes His Slam-Dunk Directing Prowess with Air

If someone had told me just two months ago that one of the most engrossing and adrenaline-pinching new films would center around a pair of sneakers, I simply wouldn’t have believed you. But then Air—the latest directorial endeavor from Ben Affleck, who emerges every once in a while to helm an unexpected masterpiece like The Town, Gone Baby Gone or Argo—came along and proved me wrong.
Air chronicles the true story of sports marketer Sonny Vaccaro (Matt Damon), and his bid to convince an 18-year-old Jordan to wear a pair of Nikes on the basketball court. Vaccaro’s idea initially sounds conceivable enough–that is, until we learn that Nike was something of a laughingstock in the sneaker community at the time, and that Jordan was already dead-set on signing with the infinitely cooler Adidas. Thus commences a deft, nail-biting look into one of biggest deals in sports history.
Disclaimer: I’m not a fan of basketball. When I was a freshman in high school, I played for a season and didn’t get the ball into the hoop once. And besides the games I played when I was a teenager (if you can call flailing my arms around aimlessly for 45 minutes “playing”), I don’t think I’ve ever sat through an entire basketball game.
I only mention my pitiful history with the sport because I firmly believe that one of the greatest triumphs a filmmaker can achieve is making a viewer who doesn’t care about a subject really care about it for 112 minutes. And that’s exactly what Affleck does with Air.
Much of this has to do with the fact that, like any good sports movie, Air isn’t really about sports. It’s a wholly relatable and surprisingly sharp tale of grandiose risk-taking and myth-making. Affleck isn’t remotely afraid of interrogating the brutality of celebrity culture, cleverly going out of his way to avoid showing Jordan’s face whenever he appears in a scene in an effort to emphasize the pedestal the basketball star has existed on since he was a teenager, as if to say that no mortal actor should dare portray such a God-like figure. Other subtle moments—such as the perfectly timed implementation of Bruce Springsteen’s oft misinterpreted rock anthem “Born in the U.S.A.”–have a similarly ironic effect.