Like most people in the civilized world, those of us lucky enough to pass this lockdown in the relative comfort of a home equipped with high speed internet, I've been catching up on some television these past few weeks. One show that I completely missed when it aired a few years back was the Netflix original, The Get Down.
Set in the summer of 1977 in the Bronx, this show is documents that dramatic time in NYC through the eyes of a Bronx teen as he navigates his crumbling borough, searching for a ticket out. While the Bronx literally burns, from the ashes, a new genre of music is being born.
This show chronicles the birth of hip hop, the emergence of graffiti art, the decadence of disco, and rise of capitalist greed that would dominate the city in the coming decade. Sure, it's quite fictionalized and heavily stylized, but somehow it works. It never veers into parody and manages to stay above being corny. I think this is mostly do to the tightrope the actors seem to walk, convincing us that these could be real people, even if they are tv versions of real people.
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