90s Nostalgia, Posh Spice, Cool Britannia and Beckham Docuseries
Cool Britannia was the rage of the 90s. I watched the docuseries Beckham by Fisher Stevens (Michelle Pfeiffer's boyfriend in the early 90s) on Netflix and came away with thoughts about the family and my adopted country. It surprised me that it is a promising docuseries; even if I would like to ship Brooklyn, his wife, and his mother in an airless cargo container to a Third World port, it was captivating. It captured a pre-911 pop culture world that underscores the entire series. I had to brace myself because David's voice is like they clipped his balls after his first penalty kick. That voice rivals Mike Tyson's and is equally imbued with a slightly, nay, more like ear drum abusing accent that, mixed with the voice, sounds like they are voicing an animated movie and are method acting the holy shit out of it and refuse to let it go. I can't bear to hear David Beckham speak. I would rather have a fingernail yanked out than endure his bebeh voice. I survived it, though,