LeBron James Origin Biopic Shooting Stars Whiffs an Easy Layup

LeBron James transcends his reign as a member of any one of the several NBA teams he’s played in. He’s a mammoth cultural icon, his own towering piece of American iconography. This is the man that has won four NBA championships, four MVP awards and two Olympic gold medals, and who is now a frequent producer of sports films and documentaries, a regular figure in TV spots and commercials, and one who had the absolute reckless audacity to star in Space Jam: A New Legacy. Where do you start recounting the origin story of such a man?
The best place would probably be his own book. In 2009, he and Pulitzer Prize-winning author Buzz Bissinger released Shooting Stars, a nonfiction account of James’ experience growing up in Akron, and how he and his closest friends—making up their own “Fab 5”—modeled and designed their life around basketball together, leading them all the way to a national championship during their senior year of high school and kickstarting each of their own individual careers. It is very much the story of James’ ascension to basketball stardom, but it’s also the story of Willie McGee, Dru Joyce III, Sian Cotton and Romeo Travis, and how this group cultivated their own committed alliance to each other within the reality of growing up relatively poor in middle America.
It’s a broadly captivating conceit, and one ripe with potential for making a good nuts-and-bolts underdog sports movie—as long as it was made with enough filmmaking aptitude. But director Chris Robinson’s go at Shooting Stars doesn’t reach the heights of its genre’s potential, but it’s not a completely blank slate either. It sits somewhere right in the middle of both worlds: You can feel the inspired approach to the material at a basic craft level, but it’s also never particularly surprising that it went straight to streaming on Peacock.
Working from a script by Frank E. Flowers, Tony Rettenmaier and Juel Taylor (the latter two of whom have writing credits on the aforementioned Space Jam), Shooting Stars has an admirably grounded approach to the story of a cultural legend. It largely plays like a coming-of-age sports movie with the knowledge of who James would become simmering underneath the surface. His being a prodigy is an implicit part of the story, but this acts in contrast to something like Air, where the persona of Michael Jordan was so mythical that his face is never even on camera. It seeks to humanize James in a way that can often be endearing—watching him and his buddies shoot the shit while playing video games in a basement adorned with Apollo 13 and Child’s Play 2 posters (there’s a lot of great ‘90s period detail here) does a lot to establish a charming likability to this group of friends.