It's well established that WWE's fly-on-the-wall Network documentaries do a better job of emphasising their characters than any of the fifty hours of weekly programming they churn out on TV.
WWE Chronicle: Dean Ambrose, is the latest to succeed where so many scripted promos on Raw have failed.
The feature, documenting Ambrose's road from his recovery to recent heel turn, does a fairly stellar job of unwrapping its subjects motivations, emotions, and ambitions, presenting a three-dimensional character of the sort you'd find in actually good television shows, and not the one-note caricature we're used to on Monday nights.
What it doesn't necessarily do, is reveal Ambrose at his most candid. Though other Network docs have peeled back the curtains in superstars' lives (not in the literal manner of Total Divas), Chronicle pushes a particular scripted agenda, requiring its star to stay guardedly in role throughout. It's just about believable, but at one stage when real-life intervenes, it becomes baffling.
Still, there are a few moments when the shield drops, and we get to see just a glimmer of what the usually inscrutable Ambrose is like behind the cameras. And that he has a canny dog.
Benjamin was born in 1987, and is still not dead. He variously enjoys classical music, old-school adventure games (they're not dead), and walks on the beach (albeit short - asthma, you know).
He's currently trying to compile a comprehensive history of video game music, yet denies accusations that he purposefully targets niche audiences. He's often wrong about these things.