It’s 2022 and the only thing you’re legally allowed to make documentaries about is sport or murder. Personally, I am fine with this: we’ve lived through a boom period of sporting documentaries, from BBC’s excellent Gods of Snooker to HBO’s Tiger to Amazon Prime’s All or Nothing and Netflix’s so-good-it-reinvigorated-an-entire-sport Drive to Survive – all-encompassing works that tell the stories around those perfect sporting moments that grab the headlines, that feed our endless fascination with elite athletes who are capable of the extraordinary.
I suppose sports and murder documentaries have their similarities: basically, we love looking at a black-and-white photo of an innocent child then asking: “How could they possibly have done what they did?”, whether it’s about a championship-winning moment or a full chest freezer discovered by armed police.
