I watch
sports movies when an interesting one comes along, and last week, via Netflix,
I saw Borg Vs. McEnroe, a 2017 release. It’s not a great movie but it’s a good
one, about the two tennis players who dominated their sport in the late 1970s
and early ‘80s.
Okay,
you’re probably thinking, the contrast between the stolid Swede Borg and the
mercurial American McEnroe would be the stuff of good drama. As the movie makes
clear, though, that distinction was more apparent than real. Borg also had a
fiery temper, he just controlled it better than Mac did.
Indeed,
a more-accurate title for the movie would have been Borg Vs. Borg and McEnroe
Vs. McEnroe, because both men’s struggles were as much with themselves as with
the guys across the net. That sort of inner drama probably is more frequent
than we know at sports’ highest levels.
The
movie is a Swedish production, directed by a Dane, so it figures it would be
more about Borg than McEnroe. Sverrir Gudnason, the Swedish actor who played
Borg, is a dead ringer for the bland good looks of the tennis player, as are,
I’d guess, a good many other young men in his native land. McEnroe is played by
the American actor Shia Lebeouf, who bears only a passing resemblance to the
real-life character. That alone made him harder to relate to.
The
focus of the movie was the epic 1980 Wimbledon final between the two men,
sometimes hailed as the best tennis match ever. Borg, 24 years old at the time
to Mac’s 21, won that one in five sets, so it’s ending likely was pleasing to
the Swedish audience. The full rivalry was as close as it could be, with each man
winning 11 times in their 22 head-to-head meetings. Twelve of those were in
tournament finals and, again, their final toll was even at six.
Mac had the last laugh, though, beating Borg
in their last three Grand Slam finals, at the U.S. Open in 1980 and at
Wimbledon and the U.S. Open in 1981. Borg would retire from tennis the year
after that, and the case often has been made that his decision stemmed directly
from those losses.
The best actor in the film is
Stellan Skarsgard, a veteran Swedish performer with a long list of
international credits; if you’re a movie fan you’ll recognize him when you see
him. He plays Lennart Bergelin, Borg’s
career-long coach and constant companion. Really, the Borg of the movie was a
Team Borg, a threesome consisting of him, the coach and Borg’s then-girlfriend
and later wife (the first of three) Marianna Simionesca. She’s played by Tuva
Novotny, a Swedish actress with a Czech name.
The function of the coach and
girlfriend seemed to have been to keep Borg from slipping off the rails enroute to his
tennis destiny. Bergelin spotted the young Borg as a kid prodigy with a temper
so volatile as to be potentially destructive; early scenes depicted the teenaged
him (played by his real-life son Leo) breaking racquets, slamming doors and
assaulting trees in a Swedish forest after tennis setbacks. Bergelin calls him
out more than once, telling him to shape up or ship out. He finally does so but
not without adopting obsessive routines and doing a lot of staring into space.
Winning for Borg wasn’t everything, it was the only thing, and without it there
was no point in playing. Thus, his early retirement.
McEnroe was the second banana in
the piece. He’s portrayed as being almost as nasty off the court as on, with
the disposition of a hornet and a vocabulary to match. At one point in the
movie a fellow pro tells Mac “nobody likes you,” but he doesn’t appear bothered
by the news. He’s as driven as Borg, only noisier.
Mac's short shrift was a shame because the movie
didn’t answer the one question I always had about him, namely, how he could
be in full tantrum one moment and a few moments later resume performing at the
top of his fine-tuned game. Perhaps relatedly, and also not addressed in the
movie, was the fact that McEnroe liked tennis a lot more than Borg did. Mac won
his last Grand Slam title at age 25 but stayed on the main pro tour eight years
more and then moved on to “masters” and “seniors” levels of competition, even
until today.
Additionally, he became a Davis Cup
captain and a television commentator on the sport, a role he still fills with
distinction. From all appearances he’s become a pretty nice guy, someone, in
the current parlance, you’d like to have a beer with.
I recall the Borg-McEnroe era
fondly because, back then, tennis still had the stylistic differences that made
the sport interesting to watch. The main division there was the
baseliner-versus-net rusher one than the two players embodied, Borg the former
and Mac the latter. Theirs wasn’t the last such classic men’s matchup (Sampras
versus Agassi was) but it was a great one, maybe the greatest.
Alas, by around the year 2000
advances in racquet technology had given a decisive and perhaps permanent
advantage to the baseliners that made the serve-and-volley game all but
extinct. Using today’s high-powered racquetry, players can return serves with almost
as much speed as they’re delivered, turning the net area into a no-man’s (or
woman’s) land. Now, everyone plays the same game, and if the players don’t wear
different-colored clothes it’s tough to tell them apart. I’m not one to yearn
for the good old days, but with tennis I do.
3 comments:
I will be checking this out on Netflix and I too miss the days of the old wooden racquets and serve and volley tennis. Thanks Fred!
I was never a great tennis fan, but the antics of Borg, McEnroe and Connors were always entertaining. The fact that Connors, the Belleville (Ill.) Bomber, was a neighbor made the matches even more interesting. I couldn't even name the best players today.
I am ok tennis fan. But I was a big tennis fan for Borg-McEnroe matches. I remember waking at 5-6am to watch Wimbledon when they played. Also did it several times with friend; it was that good.
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