The format is clearly popular, because Netflix has two more similar series due for release in 2023—currently called Untitled Tennis Series and Untitled Golf Series. They’re made by the producers of Drive to Surviveand if you’ve watched that you’ll know what to expect: tension, drama, pressure, sweat. The problem is that it’s all manufactured, a thin facsimile of the real thing.
There have been some incredible sports documentaries over the years: ESPN’s 30 for 30 series, or The Last Danceabout the dominant Chicago Bulls team of Michael Jordan. But largely, those docs have looked backward and featured athletes whose professional careers have ended, who have nothing to lose by telling the truth.
The new wave of sports documentaries promise an unvarnished peek behind the curtain of elite sport as it’s happening today, but the documentary makers are dealing with international brands and multimillionaires with absolutely no incentive to reveal anything real. There will be a series of restrictions in place on what can and can’t be shown in the finished product—layers of approvals and sign-offs. Tellingly, the critically acclaimed The Last Dance is built around 500 hours of behind-the-scenes footage that was shot during Jordan’s last season with the Bulls in 1997-98, which he had refused to give permission for release until recently.
Trying to do the same thing closer to real time means trading investigative rigor for access—and if All or Nothing and Drive to Survive are any indication, Netflix’s new shows will likely be superficially insightful but nutritionally empty, amenable to everyone involved except the viewer.
It’s the next logical step in a shift that’s been happening for years. Social media allowed athletes (and celebrities and politicians) to control their own messaging for the first time, unmediated by newspapers and magazines. Now they’re wielding that power to control their image, aided by streaming services desperate for sports content and the eyeballs it brings with it. And that would be fine if they were just hawking watches and fine fragrances, but today sports are also a vehicle for soft power: When Amazon offers a sanitized view of Manchester City for a documentary, they’re sportswashing not just Pep Guardiola and his players, but also the Abu Dhabi regime that funds them.
Part of the draw of live sports is its inherent chaos. Japan might beat Spain, a tennis player might inexplicably start berating a woman in the crowda wayward shot might hit a beach ball and deflect in. For advertisers, though, there’s no business case for that chaos, and stage-managed sports documentaries are just another way spontaneity is being squeezed out of the product.
View sports through that lens, and a lot of strange things start to make sense: golf’s breakaway Saudi tournament, FIFA’s decision to expand the World Cup to 48 teams despite fears it will make the football worse, the relentless grind of the ATP Tour, the way the Champions League format is being rejigged to benefit the established clubs.
The glut of bland behind-the-scenes documentaries like Drive to Survive are just another symptom of the same disease. They offer a glimpse of the stage-managed future of sports, where occasions like the World Cup become even less about supporters, and even more about selling stuff. Welcome to the Untitled Football Series, where fans are simply stage-dressing, and actual sport is a complication that can be edited out.