John McEnroe: In the Realm of Perfection (2018) - full transcript

A documentary set at the final of the 1984 French Open between John McEnroe and Ivan Lendl at a time when McEnroe was the world's top-ranked player.

You look at the images
of this film and you ask yourself...

where does this go
on your scale of film knowledge?

And yet,
just like a romantic comedy or war film,

an instructional film is part and parcel
of cinema history.

Just like the two other genres,

instructional films
used to suffer from rigid ideas

on how they were to be produced

and tight limits on the actors.

A Study of the Basic Techniques of Tennis

was produced in 1966 by Gil de Kermadec,

first national technical director
of tennis,



who, over time, wasn’t really convinced
that the film was that relevant.

Incredible, huh?

Gil was also astonished

that he had to organize
these demonstrations

before matches at Roland Garros.

Famous players would come on court,

in front of the spectators,

and take up fixed positions,

and were told not to move.

Players who are doing demonstrations

always think they are making the movements
that they make in a match.

But, actually, film has the power
to show how impossible that is.

Armed with this knowledge,

Gil de Kermadec asked in 1969



for the camera lenses to be turned
on the Roland Garros tournament

and the reality of playing.

The thrust of his films
are about competition

and soon lead to a new level of awareness:

No, the French way of teaching tennis
is not at all universal,

nor applicable to everybody.

From 1977,

de Kermadec begins to use
the technique of the portrait.

He becomes more concerned
with what makes each player unique,

and after that,

he starts to analyze the type of tennis
which he or she can produce.

the last work from this highly original
series of instructional portraits

is dedicated to the American John McEnroe,

world number one for four years.

J‘ To the extent that I wear skirts J‘

J‘ And cheap nylon slips J‘

J‘ I’ve gone native J‘

J‘ I wanted to know
The exact dimensions of hell J‘

J‘ Are you for sale? J‘

J‘ Fuck you J‘

J‘ Does “Fuck you” sound simple enough? J‘

J‘ That was the only part
That turned me on J‘

J‘ But he was candy all over J‘

J‘ Come on down to the store J‘

J‘ You can buy some more
And more and more and more J‘

Initially,
the feet are parallel to the baseline.

As soon as the movement begins,

an astonishing rotation
of the arm and forearm

turns the racket through more than
180 degrees on its longitudinal axis.

In the armed position, knees are bent

and the shoulder and arm line
is nearly vertical.

Relaxing the knees
and shifting the shoulders

helps increase the speed of the racket

as it begins to go down the player’s back.

The undulation travels like a whipcrack
until the ball is hit,

with the arm not fully extended

nor the handle aligned with the forearm,

unlike most great servers.

The shoulders are not yet facing again
when the ball is hit.

The efficiency comes not only from
the speed with which the ball is hit

nor the speed or variety of placing,

but also from its unpredictable nature.

McEnroe’s movement doesn’t let
opponents guess where the ball will go.

What’s more,
his speed in coming up close to the net

gives him angles to play with,

without even having to volley.

In 2011,
my friend Nicolas Thibault

was coming to the end
of making a film about Gil de Kermadec.

This tennis player-filmmaker
had spent his entire life

watching the development
of the best players in the world

on the clay courts of Porte d’Auteuil

like others would follow the development
of emperor penguins in the Antarctic.

Nicolas wanted to make room in his film
for Gil among the archives

and asks me to take him there.

Dazed as if we were standing in front
of an installation by Christian Boltanski,

we are confronted
by a heap of metallic boxes,

each of which contained
fragments from his life.

Watching Gil lovingly scan
these images from the distant past,

I imagined him navigating
back into a strange otherworld of worries.

Our inventory continued,

and I am stunned to find that there was
so much material on John McEnroe.

The rushes are
more than 20 times the final length

of the film that Gil had made about him.

TECHNICAL SEQUENCES

I spent several months editing together

hundreds of little reels
that had been scattered all around.

If the wastebins from yesteryear

quite often provide the treasures
in today’s archaeology museums,

then I had the feeling

that these bits and pieces
could yield something precious,

something that could reveal
some forgotten truth

to whoever would be willing to listen.

Viewing these rushes,

l was rapidly struck by the camera
movements, the clapper board...

l was struck by a feeling of immersion,

an incredible sensation of immediacy.

We were not in the process
of watching John McEnroe,

nor a film about John McEnroe.

We were actually the cameramen
on the set of a film

which was in the process of being made.

If you two can’t hear that,
there must be something wrong.

There’s something very wrong if you can’t
hear a ball two inches in front of you.

No, no, perhaps--

Perhaps I’m 20 times better see and
20 times better hear than you’ll ever be.

What the hell are you? Who are you?

Picked your name out of a hat.

80 we were waiting, well, l was waiting...

for the signal to come through--

for the game to be over
and the players sitting down--

so the spectators would be moving.

So we were...
I was always a bit tense because it was...

it’s the closest spot,

closest to the court,
closest to the players.

So we moved fonrvard...

Perhaps it’s the easiest point
of the match, you know?

Ever think of that?

- I set up my tripod.
- Time.

| always filmed with a tripod, trying...

not to get in the way.

To be at the right height.
There I’m on the flowers,

which are just in front of me.

And we were surrounded by photographers...

who also had big cameras
with long focal lenses.

Here’s Nicolas,
collaborator and Gil’s friend.

- Let!

I think that’s also what...

what you look for...

when you’re filming.

The sort of ideal spot.

With no tricks, no big movements...

you describe a presence,

an action, a movement.

That’s the spot, I think,
at Roland Garros.

Of course you don’t see...

you don’t see both players.

You don’t see the match.

You don’t see the rallies.

You just see one player.

Indeed, it seems
he’s playing against himself.

You see the strength in tennis.

Let’s relive the sequences
which are shot in three-quarters profile.

We’re not really spectators.

We’re invited to discover,
with a certain empathy,

what is actually needed
to win a point in a tennis match.

- Oh!

Game, McEnroe. Two games all, first set.

Of course, we’re frequently
shown this shot in three-quarters profile

in the film
Roland Garros 1985 with John McEnroe.

In the range
of shots played beyond the baseline,

his strong point is never violence,
but variety.

His elastic defense
is only ever temporary,

always watching for a short enough ball
to give his best game.

-Come on, come on!

This desire to vary rate
and effects in baseline exchanges...

is particularly visible at backhand

where slices and lifts alternate
almost systematically,

though the play situations
may not be any different.

This mix shows the attention
he gives to each shot

without ever taking the easy route
of a stereotypical movement.

That is probably one of the ways
he makes his opponents feel insecure.

As tennis began
to be broadcast more and more

and Roland Garros was seen worldwide,

with ever costlier television rights,

our little spot for filming those shots
for Gil’s films

got smaller and smaller.

At one point,
the Federation even made him this offer:

“French television has 20 cameras
around the courts.

The Americans too.
Just use those pictures.

The television companies
will give them to you, just use them.”

He was beside himself.

He said, “They don’t understand
I don’t do the same job.

They don’t understand what I’m doing.

I’m making a film.”

That made him really furious.

What he wanted was very precise.

I think he was more interested
in the players than the match.

Um...

It bore no relation
to live television coverage.

And indeed, I don’t believe
Gil watched tennis on television at all.

He wasn’t interested.

Sober and varied,

applied and imaginative:

People were bound to like McEnroe ’8 game.

And the better placed the ball,

the more efficiently he hit it.

Drop shots were one of his major weapons.

Forehand, when his movement
gave away his intention,

it was already too late.

His attack position
suggested something quite different.

Backhand, the surprise was
if anything even more total,

since it was entirely unpredictable.

Gil de Kermadec
was fascinated by slow motion,

by how movement is broken down.

He was fascinated by everything that
allows you to see what the eyes can’t see.

You ask yourself
while watching a horror film,

“Where do these phantoms
and hordes of ghosts come from?”

That’s before you realize

that it’s unwise to build your house
on an old burial ground.

A cemetery of a kind lies hidden

underneath the red clay
of the Roland Garros Stadium.

It’s called the Station physiologique
du Parc des Princes,

and it is where Etienne-Jules Marey
and Georges Demeny'

took their chronophotographic pictures.

In other words,
what the eyes could not see.

The specter of these first forays
into capturing movement

haunts the films of Gil de Kermadec.

And it is in these supernatural images,
created with the trick of slow motion,

that he paradoxically finds
a form of truth.

15-40.
The ball is on the line.

Look at the mark.

Go and check. The mark is on the line.

It’s in. No, the ball is in. Please.

It’s my decision.

15-40.

Let’s play.

Using up to three cameras

to film sequences that might not
even offer up any technical content,

the people who used to crave control
by placing footprints on the ground

were now like fishermen.

They had no idea
what the day’s catch would bring.

- Let.
- Fault.

The film critic Serge Daney used to say...

“It’s the advantage of clay.
That’s why I prefer this surface.

It’s because it creates fiction.

There are the players
and what they know they can do.

There are the fans, who also know
their role in the proceedings.

There are the officials, who are ready
to get into everyone’s bad books.

But more than all of that,
there is time”--

The film critic Serge Daney used to say...

“Unlike football or rugby,

tennis is based on relative countdown.

The length of a match depends
on the ability of the players

to create the time that they need to win.”

We count in points, games,

sets, and match.

The first point is called 15.

The second, 30. The third, 40.
And the fourth, game.

To win a game, you have to have at least
four points and a two-point lead.

The server’s points
are always given first.

Love-15.

When each player has won a point,

the announcer says...

Fifteen all.

If each player has scored
three points, it is called deuce.

40 all!

The player who next wins a point
has the advantage.

They may go back to deuce
by losing the next point

or win the game by winning it.

To win a set, you must win six games
and be two games ahead.

When the players reach a score
of six games each,

a seven-point decider is played,
called a tiebreak,

to finish the set.

To win a match, women must win two sets

and men must win three sets,
at least at Roland Garros.

When you watch a tennis match,

you don’t really ever know
what you’re watching.

The intrigue which pitted Jarkko Nieminen
against Bernard Tomic in Miami

was resolved in 28 minutes and 20 seconds,

about the same time as an episode
from the series Hitchcock Presents.

Equally, you would have to watch
the three Godfather films

with an hour’s break between each one

before you knew the winner
of the match at Wimbledon

between the American John Isner
and the Frenchman Nicolas Mahut.

So why did Serge Daney,
the editor-in-chief of Cahiers du cinéma,

agree in the ’803
to write an article about tennis

in the newspaper Liberation ?

What common denominator
between tennis and cinema

would be able
to get Daney’s juices flowing?

Uh...

The length of time.

Explanations.

“Cinema for me

isn’t at all about being amazed
in front of a moving image.

It’s more about the sounds you hear,
the sense of time,

the race against time and fate.

It’s about telling stories
about countdowns.

There’s also the underlying question:

How much time is left
before the end credits?

In other words,
what possibilities are there

to create an extra bit of time?

That’s it.

In my opinion,
the thing that makes a great film

is the invention of time.”

McEnroe is not a filmmaker,

but he excels in the area
of inventing time.

Thanks to his dexterity
on the tennis court,

it is he who dictates
and who, as the attacking force,

allows himself the right to say, “Cut!”

by coming to the net
and shortening the rally.

McEnroe was a master
of concluding rallies,

but he also loved being able
to decide how they begin.

He found it difficult when someone else
wanted to take charge of exchanges,

and he doesn’t hesitate
to ask the technicians under his orders

for what reasons the film of the match
has been interrupted.



It was a serve. There was no point.

No. So if there’s a serve,
there’s no point.

Because if you saw the ball out,
there’s no point.

-Okay, then it was out.

The serve was out.

No, you said you saw the serve out.

-There’s no point then.

This serve.

-Why didn’t anyone call it?
-Hmm?

Why didn’t anyone call it?

Okay, then it’s a second serve, right?

What? What-What’s the problem?

It’s a second serve.
If the ball was out, the serve was out.

I don’t understand.

Can you bring the referee out, please?

Oh, now you saw the ball in?

Can you show me the mark, please?

-Why not?
- Come on, Johnny!

Can he show me the mark?
That’s all I want to see.

I just want to see the mark.
That’s all I’m asking.

-But I’d like him to show me the mark.
-Mr. McEnroe, please.

Can’t you show me the mark? Why not?


-Why can’t you show me the mark?

Why can’t you show me the mark?

Why can’t you show me the mark?

Can you answer me the question?
Why can’t you show me the mark?

But all I’m asking is to see the mark.

Everybody in place?

15 all.

Rolling...

Action.

Fault.

30-15.

- Quiet, please.

Please. Shh.

Fault.

When you’re making a documentary

and your camera confronts real situations,

two possibilities come before you.

In the first,
you try to make people believe

that the people you are filming are acting
exactly as they would in real life,

and that the presence of the camera
isn’t changing anything.

In the second, you accept the fact

that the presence of your camera
alters how things really are...

Fault.

...and that the subject of your documentary

goes through this change of reality.

The people with the cameras. Okay?

Have someone do something
before we play again.

The photographers will kindly leave.

Thank you.

Over here, over here.

Everywhere.

They keep coming back.

They keep coming back.

Time.

Five games all, second set.

Come on, you jerk piece of crap.

You come out here--

Five games all, second set.

Come on, you jerk piece of crap.

You come out here--

I used to think,
I’ll have a rest in the pit,

but you don’t get any rest there.

In that hole,

you’re careful about the balls,

you’re a little bit afraid.

Fault.

When we were shooting in 16-mm,

it was a place where we could
change our cassettes peacefully

in the changing bag, in the cool darkness.

It was less risky than outside.

The Arri SR made a lot of noise...

in that hole, that pit.

It was resonant, I felt a bit ashamed.

Hello? Yes?

It wasn’t that easy,
actually you had to impose yourself.

But I did have a bit of difficulty

because sometimes
the photographers could see

that I had nothing to do with photography.

I used to get ahead of things
before the matches.

I set the equipment up,

[plugged it in and well,
there were no problems.

I don’t know why, but it was especially
the microphone’s windscreen

which, I suppose, must have intrigued him.

There were often players
who would go after...

Not just him.

There were several players
that went after the crowd.

It was a nervous thing with them,

and that time it happened
that the windscreen intrigued him.

He asked the umpire,
who was just in front of me...

to put an end to the recording.

He replied
that it was out of the question,

I wasn’t intruding on court,

and so there was no problem

that could make him forbid it.

And then he came back to it
two or three times,

then he blew up.

Keep that thing away from me,
you understand?

You see this? Your mouth.

Repeat that in French to the people, okay?
You’re gonna get it.

Can you-- Umpire? Can you ask
to keep this away from me, please?

That microphone?

I want it turned off, please.

-Ask him to turn it off.
-There’s nothing I can do about it.

-Why not?
-Because it’s perfectly--

Oh, okay. Yeah.

It’s perf-- perfectly all right
that he sticks it in my face, right?

They tried to put a sound blimp
on the camera each time,

to cut the sound made by the reel spinning

at 120 images per second for slow motion.

They put on a sound blimp,

and sometimes over that
they put a coat or a jacket,

but the sound still came out.

Through the lens. So you heard--

...on the court,

as soon as it was switched on
to capture a movement.

A 16-mm Arriflex High Speed
going at 120 images/second

makes a noise.

since there is no noise
during tennis rallies--

you can imagine.

If spectators quickly realized

that McEnroe had an unusual style
and a rare feel for the game...

- Game, McEnroe.

...very few of them understood
that he was also

a man who played
on the edge of his senses.

Fault.

His entire body was capable
of reacting to the slightest noise,

or the tiniest change of atmosphere.

Out.

- 40-0.

I’m not in the Actors Studio.

I’m a professional tennis player.

Fault.

_ Oh, no!

30 all.

-Excuse me?
- You fucked my wife?

- 30 all.
-Excuse me?

You fucked my wife?

-Just tell me.

-Please play now.
-Tell me the score and I’ll play.

-You’re very smart, Joey.
-The right score.

You give me all these answers,
but you ain’t giving me the right answer.

-30 all.

-I’m asking you again.
-40-1 5.

-40-15.
-The ball was called out.

Did you or did you not?

Here, the film crew
captured quite a rare sequence.

It’s a bit like the flowering
of the Puya raimondii,

or a comet passing near Earth.

It is John McEnroe on a practice court.

Of course, exercises and practice
are what hard workers have to do.

The talented don’t really need
to do such things.

But I really think
that McEnroe did not like pretending.

He preferred to play
in the white heat of competition

rather than go through the motions
of a training session.

Throughout all his career,

McEnroe played
in the doubles at tournaments,

the true basis
of his physical preparation.

He often played
with his younger brother Patrick,

who we see here.

No, McEnroe didn’t like pretending.

If he didn’t like training sessions,
he liked photo sessions even less.

Look at how much he just loves
getting ready here.

John McEnroe didn’t always know
how to play upon his image.

First he needed to understand,
and then accept, just like each of us,

one of the great misunderstandings
of our lives:

The image we have of ourselves

rarely ever tallies
with the image that others see.

So, okay.

All these ambiguities are sorted out.

The stars of the day
are on the tennis court.

The stars of the silver screen
aren’t in front of the cameras.

They’re in the stands.

But while I’m struggling
to destroy pretenses,

because I don’t think McEnroe is an actor,

Ilearn that the actor Tom Hulce
prepared for his film as Mozart in Amadeus

by watching McEnroe play.

Not on the stage,
but on the tennis courts.

Show me the mark.

Can you show me the mark, please?

Can you show me the mark, please?
Why not?

-Why can’t he show me the mark?
-Because I saw——

You can’t see your own shoelaces.
How can you--

The ball is out.

-Where’s the mark?

What mark is that?

Come on.


-The ball is out.

He made up the mark.

He just made it up.
He just put his finger like this.

There was no mark.
There’s only a mark on the line.

He didn’t-- There wasn’t--
He couldn’t find a mark.

-He never found a mark.

No, but he never found a mark.

It was right on the line.

No, no, it wasn’t out though.
It was on the line. He said the ball was--

You saw it on the line
and you called it in.

You called the ball in.
You never sent anyone there.

You called it in.
How do you know that’s the mark?

You didn’t send a line--

But, no, you called the ball in. You did.

You didn’t call it in?

How good is he, this Mozart?

-He’s remarkable.
-He’s an unprincipled, spoiled,

conceited brat.

I’m a vulgar man.

But I assure you, my music is not.

J‘ Hurt me, break me, kill me J‘

He is divinely inspired.

He is arrogant, vulgar, obscene.

He creates music for the gods.

- He is passionate.
- He burns with fire.

- He is an angel.
- He is a devil.

CLINICAL PSYCHOLOGY

The codification, um,

of feelings on a sports ground

is pretty banal.

That is, they are positive feelings,
those of a fighting spirit.

But this player doesn’t bring that,
he brings negative feelings.

And so, for some of the spectators,

um, it seems so out of line
with what we usually see

or expect to see on a sports ground,

that we’re-- and I think this explains
why we may even laugh sometimes--

we think it’s someone
who is absolutely not under control.

Someone who is completely out of line
with feelings that will let him win.

Except that in fact,
those aren’t pleasant moments for him,

but they were things
he managed to turn to his advantage.

And I’m not sure the spectators
could necessarily be aware of it.

Because the spectators will go along
with feelings of joy,

combativeness, fury...

Feelings considered to be positive:

personal achievement, pushing your limits...

The idea of personal achievement
thanks to anger or rage,

when you have the impression
a sportsman is exploding inwardly,

we say, “He’s got a problem,
he can’t win like that.”

Yes, he could!

Most other players or athletes,
if they give way to feelings of anger,

soon become violent,

and it’s very difficult to rev up...

and be in a storm of emotional agitation,

be filled with anger, rage,
and even violence,

and remain productive.

It is extremely difficult.

And coming back down again quickly

and remaining lucid
where strategy is concerned

is extremely hard.

Not only is it not exportable,

it’s more or less destined to fail
in most cases.

Logically, an efficient model
is feelings under control.

In McEnroe’s case,

it seems he can open the door
and let the lion out of the cage,

express himself, shout,

and remain efficient.

Logically impossible.

And I’m able
to get involved in things like this

and to still be able to concentrate well,

which is something that not too many
other players seem to be able to do.

That’s what the players are afraid of,

because they know when you get angry,
you’re not going to destroy your game,

whereas if they get angry, they’ve had it.

Well, you know, that’s something
that I’ve practiced over the years.

That’s something
that I’ve practiced over the years.

That’s something
that I’ve practiced over the years.

Is there a rule against asking?

-Huh?

What’s the problem?

- Deuce.

I think things would be easier if people
realized that it’s me making a statement,

like, “You do yourjob and I’ll do mine,”

rather than me just complaining
for the hell of it.

That hit the line.

He didn’t even see a mark.

He asked the guy in the chair
if he saw a mark.

He’s not-- There’s--
There’s not one mark outside the line.

There’s not one mark wide.
It was right on the line.

So how can you call the ball out then?

He didn’t even--
Just ask him if he even saw it.

Well, he couldn’t find--
The mark was right on the line.

But he asked this guy in the chair
if he saw a mark.

So why don’t-- I mean, the worst--
First of all, the ball was on the line.

The worst I get is a let.

-I mean, the ball was right on the line.

So when you are a perfectionist

and very demanding with yourself,
you tend to project

and expect others around you
to be just as invested as you.

So he feels a referee doesn’t really know,

he’s hesitant,

people are approximative,

amateurish, those that are around him,

including the referees
who are there to judge,

and that causes
almost uncontrollable rage.

How can I, who am so invested
and put in so much effort

and come here
with such a perfect performance,

be judged and deceived

by someone who just
isn’t demanding enough himself,

not precise enough, not good enough?

That causes-- for McEnroe
and a certain number of athletes--

feelings of injustice and anger,

and for McEnroe they weren’t
necessarily under control.

- Allez, John!
- Come on, John!

...just complaining for the hell of it.

I think things would be easier if people
realized that it’s me making a statement,

like, “You do yourjob and I’ll do mine,”

rather than me just complaining
for the hell of it.

I saw it was out.

Why doesn’t he-- Show me the mark.
There’s no mark that’s out.

Can you show the mark?

-There. No, it’s behind.

- The ball is out.

No, not you.

-No, no, no...

There. It’s out.

John, it’s out.

What’s happening in that player’s head,

we can’t get to it.

And, um, It’s a match against himself.

Perfectionists don’t only play
against others, or a chronometer.

A real perfectionist is someone who seeks

something along the lines
of a culmination of performance,

be it the moves made,
the quality, everything.

So there’s a struggle against oneself
which is very much there too.

Emphasis is sometimes put on a point
that may seem anecdotal,

but it comes barging into his own story,

in the match against himself,

little approximations--
a referee’s approximations--

may lead him to lose control.

And it’s true that theoretically,

as part of mental preparation
in particular,

sports people are taught
to think about the manageable factors,

that is to say all the things
they can manage themselves on court,

and let go of those they can’t
in order to stay in the present

in such a way as to have
stable intensity and concentration.

McEnroe does seem to be
into ultra-control.

He has to control everything,
and if anything escapes him,

he flies into a fury.

Game, McEnroe.

Take your glasses off.

Take your glasses off.

So what?

What does that mean?

You speak English?

Take your glasses off,
so you can see the ball, all right?

This? Take these off.

Serge Daney wrote about John McEnroe...

“One thing interests him:

the eternal injustice
that afflicts him and him alone.

A single passion motivates him:

to owe his victories only to himself,

to seize them from the rest of humanity,

and share them with no one else.

Bjdrn Borg puts the ball in the spot
where the other player is not.

McEnroe puts it in a place
the other player will never reach.

McEnroe only plays well
if he feels that everyone is against him.

Hostility is his drug.

The referees, the lines, the net,
the net cord judge, and the spectators

must all threaten him.

They must force him to win

while he keeps giving the impression
that his back is against the wall.

In truth, it’s a ruse.

He follows a golden rule

which is that he must never seem
to be happy with what he’s doing.

Consequently,
there is a whole range of gestures,

from a shout of despair

to the pout of a child
bottling up his tears.

He can also throw in
that look of unending fury.

Is he a spoiled brat, impulsive,
orjust a bad seed?

Probably all of those things.

But my guess is something else.

All this acting and theater
of absurd self-destruction is a technique.

It’s a ploy to transform this hostility
which he feels is bearing down on him

into wonderful tennis. It’s sublime.”

McEnroe’s art
is thus largely one of camouflage.

But it’s also an art of sensitivity,

the right decision at the right moment.

So up to the net he goes,

after a lag time aimed
at weighing up if it is a good idea,

and also surprising his opponent.

This desire
to constantly muddy the waters,

to turn everything into a fight
between two people’s intelligence,

is no doubt the most original mark

John McEnroe will have left
on modern tennis.

Very often there are...

If you look at the very strong motors
behind fulfillment and excelling oneself,

there are stories
that go back to childhood

and the family setting,

and what happened around issues of love
and attachment.

Does anyone love me? Will anyone love me?

Will I be admired, recognized?

Will I be valued within my family?

Or more rooted in fear: Will I lose?

Will people stop loving me if I lose,

it! perform less well?

Those are motors or brakes, or both.

Sometimes it’s very ambivalent,

with a big contrast between that fear,

which can create abnormal desire,

because playing high-level sport

is to my mind something “abnormal,”
psychically speaking,

an investment that isn’t “normal,”

a relationship to suffering
that isn’t normal,

to excelling oneself, to willpower,

the rage to always do better,
to go back over again

in order to face all sorts of tests...

It isn’t “normality.”

So there are often things that have
happened, psychically, in childhood

which, too, aren’t normal
in the way they’re interpreted.

And from those sometimes contrasting,
violent feelings

is born a desire for fulfillment
or reparation

which expresses itself in top-class sport.

John McEnroe
always finds a way to win.

Vince Lombardi,
the late coach of the Green Bay Packers,

a master of motivation,
this is what he said:

“Life’s battles don’t always go
to the stronger or faster man.

But sooner or later, the man who wins
is the man who thinks he can.”

John McEnroe always thinks he can win.

Vince Lombardi would have loved
John McEnroe.

Nice guys don’t win in this game.

Well, there might be a few of ’em around,
but basically, it’s a sport for killers.

This is kill or be killed
for millions of dollars.

Nobody buries you if you lose.
They just forget you.

And that’s what the fear is.

It’s a competitive life where we all
have to fight for whatever we get:

living space, jobs.

And when we get ’em,
somebody else wants ’em.

And that’s what’s happening.

That’s what McEnroe is showing you
out on that tennis court.

“I want it. I’m grabbing it. It’s mine!

Try and stop me.”

Is he a reflection of our times?

Is he violence personified
on the tennis court?

Yes, McEnroe does disturb us.

He’s a genius who worries people

because he’s a reflection
of the times we live in:

harsh, violent times.

We can see in him
what society has done to us.

In life, as in tennis today,
you’re either a winner or a loser.

We live in a rewards system,

and John McEnroe is a pure product of it.

He is a winner.

Drama, noun.

Comes from the Latin drama,
which means “theatrical performance.”

McEnroe leads 1-love in the first set.

Nothing must stand in his way
from taking control of his final.

See that microphone underneath the court?

That’s it, underneath.

Turn it off.

Time.

After only 21 minutes,

the American has his first break point.

3:52. McEnroe is in command.

The American leads 5-2.

Ivan Lendl tries to dig.

How can you overrule right now? There was
the serve, but you didn’t overrule it.

I overruled. The ball is out.

Why do you do everything in his favor?
Are you afraid of him?

-Are you afraid of him?
-You are to play.

-Are you afraid of him?
-No.

So don’t do everything in his favor, okay?

4:01. Set point for McEnroe.

McEnroe wins
the first set six games to three.

At the beginning of the second set,

McEnroe appears keen to press home
his brilliant start to the match.

Another break point to the American,

who is already 3-Iove up.

4:22.

The match commentators are scrambling

to recall someone
who had ever played with such authority.

After only 29 minutes in the second set,

McEnroe has a set point.

- Fault.
- 40-30.

Turn that thing off.

God, you people really bug me.

Fault.

Game and second set, McEnroe.

-Game, McEnroe.

One game all.

Shut up!

The spectators no longer support McEnroe,

who is trying to win
as quickly as possible

by coming to the net
at every possible opportunity.

Ivan Lendl manages to take a 3-2 lead

thanks to a slight lull
in the American’s game.

Back in a match
which had been one-way traffic,

the Czechoslovakian manages
to conjure up a set point.

Third set, Lendl.

5:46.

It is time for McEnroe
to regroup in the final.

After two hours and 24 minutes of play,

the American clearly doesn’t want
a center-court marathon.

McEnroe is within sight of the crown,
leading 4-3 in the fourth set.

But Lendl gets a break point and takes it.

Lendl! Lendl!

Game, Lendl.

Four games all.

Four all, fourth set.

McEnroe gets a break point
on Lendl’s service.

Deuce.

6:33. Lendl leads Have in the fifth set.

It is the first time
in three hours and seven minutes of play

that he is ahead in the match.

Just a light watering, please.

Two all, fifth set.

It is crucial not to lose their service.

Fault.

Fault.

Could you please confirm the mark?

There’s no mark where he just did it.

That was right on the line.

No, but he didn’t--
No, but he didn’t say--

There was no mark.
There was no mark where he did it.

No, but, Jacques, he didn’t--
There’s no mark there!

There’s no mark where he did that.

You can’t look?

Where’s the mark?

Where’s the mark?

Where’s the mark?

Can you ask him?

-There’s no mark.
- I see the mark.

Ivan Lendl. Game, McEnroe.

Ivan Lendl. Game, McEnroe.

—Ivan Lendl...

Ivan, congratulations.

This is the first time
you’ve won the grand slam in Paris.

It’s your first grand slam victory.

- That’s correct.
- That’s correct.

Cinema lies, not sport.

J‘ I’m about to have a nervous breakdown J‘

J‘ My head really hurts J‘

J‘ Ifl don’t find a way out of here J‘

I” I’m gonna go berserk ’cause J‘

J‘ I’m crazy and I’m hurt J‘

J‘ Head on my shoulders J‘

J‘ It’s going berserk J‘

J‘ [hear the same old talk, talk, talk J‘

J‘ The same old lines J‘

J‘ Don’t do me that today, yeah J‘

J‘ If you know what’s good for you
You’ll get out of my way ’cause J‘

J‘ I’m crazy and I’m hurt J‘

J‘ Head on my shoulders J‘

J‘ Going berserk J‘

J‘ I won’t apologize J‘

J‘ For acting outta line J‘

J‘ You see the way I am J‘

J‘ You leave anytime you can ’cause J‘

J‘ Head on my shoulders J‘

J‘ Going berserk J‘

J‘ I don’t care what you fuckin’ do J‘

J‘ I don’t care what you fuckin’say J‘

J‘ I’m so sick of everything I”

J‘ I just wanna die! J‘

Please.

Please.