Preposterous
I actually wanted to like this movie. The cinematography was superb and I wanted to buy into the sentimentality and metaphor. At least there are a few posts on here that acknowledge the problematic "Magical Negro" archetype that Will Smith plays. Bagger is actually intelligent and seemingly educated, unlike say John Coffey, but he's just as content to save white characters without any motivation or backstory. He's extra magical, controlling even the weather. His blackness is all the catalyst needed. We never know anything of Bagger's demons, his cares and his loves...He's content to use his superhuman power to help a down and out golfer, instead of say, to survive in Jim Crow America.
But I guess in the case of Legend of Bagger Vance, it doesn't matter. Redford refuses to represent Jim Crow south in any form whatsoever. Bagger shakes hands cordially with a plethora of southern men, women and children. They address him as "sir" with complete eye contact and he responds in turn. He never has to walk off the sidewalk and keep his head down whenever someone white approaches. That precocious little kid even calls him sir. In truth, Bagger would be the one to suffer the indignity as a grown human man of calling a little white boy "Mister."
But hey, golf used to be all about the "sport," southerners were a bunch of golf-loving, humble folk that always make for good dialogue in a script and Jim Crow never existed. It's funny that even though Vance is developed for the sole purpose of saving Matt Damon, his presence threatens to undermine Redford's mythical world at every turn. In the end, I'd say Bagger--Mr. Vance-- definitely does.