I wouldn’t seem to be the target audience for “Charlie Hustle & the Matter of Pete Rose.” My battling average during one excruciating year of Little League was 0.000. I’d rather watch “The Bad News Bears” than the World Series.
But great sports documentaries are always about more than sports. “Hoop Dreams” (1994) consistently pivoted toward frank discussion on race and class. “When We Were Kings” (1996), which chronicles the heavyweight bout between Muhammad Ali and George Foreman, captures the best and worst of the mid-’70s. “Tiger” (2021), an unvarnished profile of Tiger Woods, showed how loneliness can lead even the most blessed down stupid paths.
“Charlie Hustle,” which premieres at 8 p.m. Wednesday on HBO before becoming available for streaming on Max, isn’t as memorable as those classics. But it’s still well worth watching, in large part because it’s more interested in Rose’s psyche than his power at the plate.
Rose, 83, made himself readily available for the four-part series. He’s clearly hoping to use the new burst of attention to get into the Hall of Fame despite a lifetime ban for betting on baseball.
Director Mark Monroe offers a pretty strong case for his induction by using stunning statistics — Rose remains the all-time leader in hits — testimonials from the likes of Mike Schmidt and Al Michaels and footage of the former Cincinnati Reds superstar sliding into bases like he’s escaping a grenade blast.
But the goodwill campaign keeps getting sabotaged by the same person: Pete Rose.
Every time he’s made progress with the league, he does something stupid like calling a female reporter “babe” or boasting about his gambling prowess.
“What’s the next stupid question?” he says when asked about accusations that he had sex with a 16-year-old girl during his playing days.