Only those currently living under rocks will be unaware that streaming entertainment giant Netflix has stumbled upon extra hard times. Subscription numbers are down, share prices along with them and critics are coming hard, claiming that the fall is likely karmic due the Hollywood-based company’s insistence on broadcasting anti-trans comedy specials.
Oh, I thought Dave Chappelle’s The Closer approached art and didn’t watch Ricky Gervais’ SuperNature though generally chuckle heartily at the British man’s not-holds-barred takes but I am not “the market” when it comes to such things. Don’t have a finely tuned sense of rage and am likely dumb.
Appropriate then, I suppose, that one thing I do not like, low-level competitive professional surfing, is being hailed as the potential savior of Netflix.
Currently number two in Germany, the series, as described by The Sydney Morning Herald, “focuses on a group of attractive, athletic teenagers who are passionately dedicated to a competitive discipline that requires intense physical and mental commitment.”
I have watched a bit, over my young daughter’s shoulder, and that low-level competitive professional surfing does take up a huge portion of the storyline. Heats, beach announcers, tense moments with bogged turns and close-out barrels for the win with meager beach crowds fist pumping over the hooter.
It is… as fine as watching 1000-level Brazilian QS events, I think, if those were ever to be streamed and I wonder if our World Surf League is pondering this gold mine or too busy trying to figure out how to put the upcoming El Salvador contest on many holds?
Remember when the WSL was going to make its mint from media?