Michael, Scottie, Dennis, Phil and Steve. Like the members of a new, wildly popular boyband, these names are permanently etched in my mind after viewing the Netflix sports docuseries The Last Dance. Despite complete ignorance of anything remotely to do with sports and only newly sentient at the age of three when the events of the series take place, the Michael Jordan-produced show has proved to be one of the most addictive viewing experiences of the year, channelling the fast-paced unpredictability of basketball, launching a thousand memes and provoking high-profile backlash from some of those featured – as well as a spate of new fashion inspirations.
Telling the story of Jordan’s final season with the seemingly unbeatable Chicago Bulls from 1997 to 98, intercut with footage of his rapid ascension to become one of the greatest players of the American sport in the across the previous decade, the show’s premise is deceptively simple. With Jordan granted editorial control, it initially seems an egocentric hagiography on his part, a retelling of the well-trodden story of a lone hero, battling against all odds to become the champion of his chosen pursuit.
Read the feature in the Guardian.
[This piece was published on 14/12/20]