The documentary goes inside the life of the fastest man in the world. It tells his story from his youth in Jamaica to his fourth and final Olympic Games in Rio and he retires in 2017.
The trade-off for this access is a reverential attitude and no in-depth questions. It's a deal I found easy to accept, given the film's endearing footage of Bolt at work and play.
At times, I Am Bolt makes for very rousing viewing. However, there is a dispiriting sense here that the filmmakers don't have full control of their own movie.
If Bolt's talent continues to defy all explanation, the Turner brothers bring us close enough to it to witness bugs swarming over nerveless knuckles on the start line.
Bolt's golden era may be too recent and the sponsors too dominant for any real warts to be included, but his charm and sheer physical wonder make this a compelling watch regardless.
Could there, God forbid, be some scandal or mess in the wings; anything that might complicate our sense of a peerless athlete with the world at his feet? If so, we aren't shown it.
