It's the most remarkable sports personality makeover since George Foreman transformed himself from a muscled monosyllabic mummy-like knockout monster who destroyed Joe Frazier in two rounds to a jolly talk-show raconteur and super-heavyweight champion grill salesman.
Mike Tyson, once upon a time boxing's enfant terrible (high-pitched lisp and all) who became the youngest heavyweight champion at 20 but soon after was seemingly consumed by appetites gross and unchecked, is now a wise-cracking, clean-and-sober vegan entertainer who specializes in one subject: himself.
“Mike Tyson: Undisputed Truth” recently was a limited-run one-man Broadway show, directed by Spike Lee, that HBO first broadcast last week and continues to rerun.
It's interesting, a fascinating spectacle, no doubt about that. But it's also redundant, irrelevant and disingenuous.
Nearly all of the ground gone over in Tyson's one-man show was covered in “Tyson,” an acclaimed documentary first released in the United States in 2009, directed by James Toback (and produced by NBA star Carmelo Anthony, among others). In it, a mostly dazed and bitter Tyson holds forth on his large fame and larger infamy, and it includes a vituperative, misogynistic rant against Desiree Washington, the woman who accused him of rape, for which he was convicted and served three years in prison.
In his one-man show, Tyson even acknowledges the redundancy early on, but then goes on to claim that much of what he said in Toback's film was under the influence of drugs and alcohol and that now he no longer puts those poisons (nor meat) in his body. Now, he says, he's reformed and in complete control.
But he says the same things in “Undisputed Truth” that he said in “Tyson,” only now he's animated and engaging and aware, no mere interview subject but a genuine showman spinning his “truth” his way. And with the imprimaturs of a more famous director and a big-time cable network, no less. As his former promoter might say: Only in America.