This documentary was a pretty good viewing. I won't give you the 3+ paragraph Review aimed at getting itself posted, but I'll give you my authentic viewer feedback.
I'm (originally) a Torontonian, born and raised. (40+ years before moving to South America completamente) I'm saddened I was so out-of by the city I didn't pay more attention at the time to Carter and his Raptors, because I lost-out. This doc opened my eyes to that fact. IMHO, it was largely about how Vince Carter brought attention to the fact Totonto/Canada could have a serious basketball team. (Cliff's Notes: Basketball was invented *in Canada! No sh**!)
What makes this doc a little weaker is that it leans on "Drake" to add authenticity to the bball community. Drake, the Jewish-Afro canadian who sings about "growing up on the rough tough streets of Toronto" and professes the typically rap-crap intended to show toughness, whilst he actually was born with a silver spoon in his mouth to a Jewish father and Afro-Canadian mother both of respectable vocational accomplishment and moderate wealth...in a city undeniably separate of and apart from Toronto. And the Greater Toronto Area as a whole. He's a fraud, and anything his name is attached to is of questionable believability. The Mr. Forest Hill, his rough days were having to wait over 5 minutes for mommy or daddy to pick him up and drive him home from school. Lmao!
The doc is enjoyable and informational. Ignore Droop. Err, Drake.
