If you’ve come to this review in the same way I approached this documentary (I was basically expecting a film about the life of Liverpool legend Steven Gerrard) then I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed. This is as far away from the footballer as humanely possible, a disappointment for any red-shirted lover of the famed sportsman.
Asinine assumptions aside, Stevie G still manages to be a relative yawn fest; an hour of attempts to break into your heart and extract those sweet feelings which are ultimately damaged by its dullness.
The sad truth about this kind of environment is that a lot of kids find fulfilment on the streets, be it petty theft, harassment, vandalism… or worse. Stevie, much to his later regret, took a tumble down this slippery slope. He fell so far that when questioned about how many times he’d been arrested he simply couldn’t put a number on it. This fact definitely drenches the film in this sorrow that is unforgettable and poignant. However, it is squandered by failing to grip the viewer.
It’s not until the final few minutes that we see Stevie for the man he is nowadays but by then it’s far too late to care. No amount of grainy home movies make this guy interesting. Which is a shame because by the sounds of it, his life is more than movie-worthy. Yet the layout of the documentary is merely a bland recap of the things he got up to when the cameras weren’t around. It’s nothing more than an admission tape that we should send to the police.