Few people
have lives that lend themselves to fable as easily as Yao
Ming's. Here is a Chinese man over seven feet tall -- already
extremely unique in that regard -- playing basketball in
Shanghai when, at 21 years old, forces converge to demand
he become an international star and a sports idol. In the
eyes of the Chinese, he's a symbol of athletic pride and
a goodwill ambassador; for the National Basketball Association,
he represents another big step in its attempt to globalize
its market. Could Yao live up to this? The study of how
he coped with the fame, attention, and various sources of
pressure practically screams to be the subject of a documentary,
so from directors/producers James D. Stern and Adam Del
Deo, here it is.
Because
the subject itself is enough to guarantee interest, a straightforward
documentary would be the easiest way to handle it. Thus,
“The Year of the Yao” is straightforward, as
much an advertisement for the NBA as it is an inside look
at Yao's rookie year. One expects it to be a feel-good,
emphasize-the-positive kind of movie, and it is. But there
are several other fascinating angles to be found here; the
film is able to mine its riches from a variety of sources.
For
instance, it sets up a natural observation of East-West
culture clash in a modernized state. Decades ago, much would
have been made about the fact that the Chinese and the Americans
have entirely different sets of values -- the differences
themselves would have been a point of the study. Here, however,
we get to see a world in which the differences have long
been acknowledged, and how members of each culture willingly
feel their way through to a better understanding. When players
from the Houston Rockets, the NBA team that drafted Yao,
talk about the contrasts between the way American players
and Chinese players treat their opponents, it's encouraging
and amusing to see how far we've come and how far we seem
to be willing to go.
This
culture clash is also emphasized in the curious relationship
between Yao and his translator, Colin Pine. Pine is a young
American who has learned the Chinese language (he's young
enough to earn the comment, "I thought you'd be much
older," from Yao when they meet) and he effectively
narrates the movie. It's interesting to see the valuable
strategy in assigning a translator whose first language/culture
is not that of the athlete's. Pine ends up spending much
of his time gently acclimating Yao to the American way of
life. In the process, the two each gain an unlikely but
eye-opening friend.
Meanwhile,
Yao's year isn't an easy one, by any means, and the movie
goes to lengths to show that, in the sports world, your
background doesn't matter -- proving yourself in the game
is the ultimate equalizer. It gets a bit of humorous mileage
from challenges issued by ex-NBA star Charles Barkley before
presenting us with Yao's ultimate obstacle -- Shaquille
O'Neal and the Los Angeles Lakers (as a die-hard Lakers
fan, I took this all in very good humor as well). Shaq is
the closest thing we get to a villain -- his shadow is everpresent,
his oafishness up-played, and his ill-advised attempt at
comedically declaring a showdown with Yao is the nearest
we come to acknowledging any underlying cultural ignorance
(although the mention of the rather silly Chinese-themed
nights at the various arenas provides further evidence).
Through it all, though, the film emphasizes the good that
comes from sports and organized competition in general --
that in such situations, the playing field can indeed be
leveled as people of different origins are able to achieve
a comraderie that might not have materialized otherwise.
In this
time when misunderstanding -- cultural, religious, sexual,
you name it -- still cuts a deep wound throughout the world,
it's easy to be cynical and dismiss “The Year of the
Yao” as a positive-energy puff piece. But hope has
to come from somewhere, even from small places like a documentary
about a basketball player. Stern and Del Deo have given
us a piece which leads us to believe that, in our modern
world, a better understanding continues to grow. I don't
think we should feel at all foolish in accepting that belief.