For any of you who've ever daydreamed of playing hoops with Jordan, Michael Jordan to the Max is almost certainly the closest you'll ever get.

Just as spectacular as seeing the view from Everest or other natural wonders caught by the IMAX technology.

Made with such verve and clarity that you don't have to be a basketball fan to enjoy it.

It's hardly a balanced biography: There's no mention of Jordan's gambling problems or connections with Nike, whose factories overseas were criticized for underpaying workers and treating them badly.

What makes this documentary worth seeing is the sensational courtside footage taken with IMAX cameras, which bring a whole new way of seeing the game to fans who don't get to sit in Jack Nicholson's section.

An adoring tone and the familiar slo-mo, wide-angle baskebatics.

A highly conventional 2-D infomercial.

We get zilch on what kind of human being he is.

Monotonous.

Essentially just a promotional film for Jordan as a product. It plays like a commercial for itself.

There's not much substantive food for thought.

The format and the purposeful blandness of the script make Jordan seem remote, more icon than human being.

Arguably the finest athlete in living memory deserves better than Michael Jordan to the Max, an honorific but unmoving portrait of the Chicago Bulls' No. 23.

Unlike Michael Jordan, this 45-minute large-format movie demonstrates mostly unrealized potential.