Despite the stiff narrator (Liev Schreiber) and stock footage from the 60s, Bill Russell: My Life, My Way is mind-full. You might start around 10:30 with Russell’s nicely calibrated recollection of how he felt when another (white) center was chosen as the best player in Northern California after Russell’s USF college team had won 28 of 29 games and a national championship. Talking heads from professoriat and press offer lame overviews, but cats closer to the action — Tommy Heinsohn, Satch Sanders, Sam Jones and, especially, John Thompson — bring home unobvious truths. Russell’s daughter is the vector for revolting revelations about what happened to Russell (and fam) when he tried to buy a new house in a Boston suburb. No wonder he ended up living on the other coast. Not that he’s cynical about the meaning of his own family’s history. In a long interview with Taylor Branch for the Library of Congress, Russell remembers how his down home grandfather bought the lumber needed to build a school so his father could get a taste of education in Louisiana. (Russell’s dad made it to 6th grade.) Russell was proud to have lived up to his mom’s wish that he’d go to college. And he notes his daughter, Karen Kenyatta Russell, graduated from Harvard Law School, without sounding overly impressed with her achievement. This self-taught baller knew more than John Dewey about the tight connection between education and experience.
Russell in amiable, conversational mode (making Bill Simmons look small)…