This week on The Deep Dive: Rich families are turning basketball into soccer, I may or not be crying over what may or may not be One Direction fan fiction, Disney is pretending Mickey Mouse doesn’t exist, how thinking about death can change the way you think about life, and Hamilton is more than just another victim of the ten-year cringe cycle.

SPORTS

Is the NBA becoming a "daddy's money" league? by kipkame11 (19:24)

Once a ticket out of poverty for many NBA players of days past, basketball may now slowly be morphing into a rich kids’ sport – and Bronny James is just the tip of the iceberg. Sure, nepo babies have become something of a recent problem now that we’re a couple of decades into the era of NBA superstars, but then there’s the AAU, the organization young players are increasingly required to be a part of from a shockingly young age to even have a shot at making it to the league. In this video, kipkame11 breaks down what happened to basketball in the US and how it went from being a famously rags-to-riches sport to private schools, one-on-one training, and families uprooting their lives to pursue their kids' hoop dreams becoming the norm. 

FILM

The Idea of You: An Impassioned Defence by Broey Deschanel (32:37)

If Broey Deschanel has one fan, it’s me, and if Broey Deschanel has zero fans, I’m dead. Because tell me why I was nearly brought to tears over a video about a movie I was 100 percent sure was bizarre One Direction fan fiction before this very moment. It also doesn’t help that I happened to watch it on the week of my 30th birthday. In this video, Broey defends the idea of The Idea of You – beach reads, romance novels, Celine Dion, women’s media, and a movie that takes itself so seriously that it forces you to take it seriously, too. In a time when we’re fresh off 2010s irony destroying everything we once loved about rom-coms, audiences will need some time to get readjusted to sentimentality. I still can’t believe I’m saying this, but it sounds like The Idea of You could very well be the film that allows us to learn how to cry behind our sunglasses again.