Once upon a time, when the tabloids reigned supreme and the cult of celebrity was at its peak, David Beckham was the unofficial prince of our nation. He was handsome, athletic and slightly dim: all the qualities one needed to achieve heroic status at the turn of the millennium, those years of growing discord and scandal in public life.
Now we have an origin story for one of the few remaining figures in national life clinging to a sense of waning innocence. Rampant press interest in the four-part Netflix series suggests that the cult of Beckham, even after the controversy over his ambassador role in Qatar, still has legs for a global audience.
There is perhaps a sense of quiet desperation at play. As the Russell Brand revelations sweep the land, and a reassessment of the “nasty Noughties” takes place, here, surely, is an inoffensive story — a tale of working-class aspiration and success — that the nation can take comfort in.
Sadly not. Beckham’s documentary, made by his own production company, reveals him as another victim of the period. His family has described the films as akin to “therapy”. This is a roll call featuring everyone who troubled him: from the paparazzi (“you wouldn’t do it now, the times have changed,” they confess today) to his complicated relationship with father figure-cum-psychotic boot-launching manager Sir Alex Ferguson.
All flirt around one of the more overt mysteries that linger over the four hours charting the course of his success. Here was one of England’s greatest footballers, who rode the wave of fame, scandal and tabloid obsession. Somehow, he survived.
In part, this hagiography is driven by the medium itself. Director-interviewer Fisher Stevens is eager to indulge, a perfect mediator to the spectacle of the modern Netflix documentary as a globalised therapeutic experience. England and its footballing culture is a place to be overcome — a strange, backward maelstrom of feuds and death threats driven by the passions of neocolonial conflict and baying mobs of football fans.
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SubscribeVery decent footballer. Among the best we’ve ever seen with a stationary ball. Beyond that I don’t have a clue why anyone is interested in him. But that’s celebrity culture, I guess.
Not at all. A self publicist who has nothing to offer.
I’ve a lot of respect for Beckham for the way he rode out the abuse he received after France 98, just kept his head down and never complained until his redemption with the free kick against Greece a few years later. Multi, multi millionaire but has always come across as fairly down to earth
Isn’t this the guy who expected a knighthood after doing some very limited charity work?
He benefited hugely from the media keeping his profile in the public view, and he is doing the same now with this documentary he has produced to try to garner further celebrity.
I have no respect for him and he’s spoiled the memory of his footballing achievement.
A bit unkind. Unlike many “celebs”, he queued all night with the hoi polloi at the late Queen’s lying in state, earning the affection and respect of those around him in the process.
Like Beckham they could be boring, yet also strangely charming.
“Charmingly boring”. That’s going in my eHarmony profile.
He’s always been a lot better at self-promotion than he ever was at football.
I’m golden boy handsome (at age 70!!!!!!),unathletic,black and possess a 160+ IQ . Beckham was likely an overrated footballer,but despite his handsome dimness,he knew enough to brand himself and become,for a time,the world’s most famous athlete .Despite his posh (and POSH) seems a good ol’ lad with whom one can enjoy a lager or two.
I think as a footballer he’s slightly overrated. He’s not in the pantheon of all time Greats, but then again who is.
As a decent person, 25yrs married good family fella and much else as someone who had influence in just the way he conducted himself he deserves respect. The antithesis of a Tate or Fox.