Wow: elephants. Brooklyn Beckham can’t photograph them but he sure can address them when they’re in the room. If you watched Victoria Beckham’s lavishly produced Netflix documentary last October, you might have wondered why it didn’t even glance on the biggest elephant in Brand Beckham’s room: the clear and agonising no-contact rift with their eldest son that has been festering since last year and beyond. But most big documentaries these days aren’t documentaries any more in the way previous practitioners of the craft might have understood the word. As her husband’s was before it, Victoria’s doc was a self-commissioned advertorial on which the subject also served as executive producer. This is the haute version of the curated, public-facing existence that defines our dysfunctional age, but it trickles all the way down via fourth-tier influencers and that friend of yours who can’t stop posting about her perfect life. The Beckhams, at the vanguard of celebrity culture ever since both it and they exploded in the late 90s, are a part of how we all got here.