The Ballpark That Broke a CityI’ve seen this trick before. But
Who Killed the Montreal Expos? doesn’t just ask the question. It makes you feel the weight of it, the way a city carries a ghost limb long after the amputation. And in Montreal, that limb is still throbbing. Jean-François Poisson, a filmmaker whose previous work has dissected cults and financial scandals, approaches the Expos’ demise like a homicide detective. The crime board is there in the editing: red string connecting owners, politicians, and MLB executives, timelines that jump between the franchise’s birth in 1969 and its death in 2004. But the real evidence isn’t in the board—it’s in the faces of the people who lived it. Pedro Martínez, his voice thick with something between anger and grief, recounting the 1994 strike that stole a World Series from a team that might have been legendary. Vladimir Guerrero Sr., grinning like a man remembering a party that ended too soon. Felipe Alou, the manager who had to tell his players their team was leaving, his eyes wet even twenty years later.

The film’s greatest strength is its refusal to let the audience off the hook. This isn’t just a story about bad owners or greedy leagues—though it has plenty of both. It’s about what happens when a city’s identity gets collateral damage in a business deal. Montreal didn’t just lose a baseball team; it lost a piece of itself. The documentary lingers on the final home game, September 29, 2004, when the Expos played the Marlins in front of a half-empty Olympic Stadium. The crowd chants
“Nous sommes les Expos!”—
We are the Expos!—as if sheer will could keep the team alive. It’s the kind of moment that makes you want to look away, not because it’s bad, but because it’s too real. Poisson’s true-crime framing works, up to a point. The film treats the Expos’ relocation like a murder mystery, complete with suspects (Jeffrey Loria, David Samson, MLB commissioner Bud Selig) and red herrings (the 1994 strike, the weak Canadian dollar). But the whodunit structure starts to feel strained when the real answer is less about a single villain and more about a system that treats teams like assets and cities like ATMs. The most damning testimony comes from David Samson, Loria’s stepson and the Expos’ former executive VP, who appears in the film with the swagger of a man who knows he’s the villain but doesn’t care. His interviews are a masterclass in corporate gaslighting:
Baseball in Montreal doesn’t work, he says, as if the problem was the fans, not the owners who siphoned money out of the team like it was a personal piggy bank.
