Molly-Mae: Behind It All on Prime Video review – a sad but uninformative look at the loneliness of a social media star
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Molly-Mae Hague, influencer supreme, was meant to marry boxing royalty Tommy Fury this year. Their romance, born of Love Island, was taken by millions as proof that love was real. Instead, the engagement was called off last year in a cloud of tabloid mystery. Now Molly-Mae: Behind It All, a six-part series on Prime Video, promises to reveal all (eventually).
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The level of public shock at the breakup turned social media’s golden couple into Gen Z’s Charles and Diana – something the documentary capitalises in a pretty heavy handed way with voiceovers and shots of Molly-Mae looking sad on a yacht in the Med.
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But the third person in their relationship wasn’t an Instagram model, despite the persistent tabloid rumours. It was Fury’s drinking problem, something he revealed earlier this week in a conveniently timed tell-all with Men’s Health. The way he tells it, a boxing injury left him unable to train and he turned to pints.
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For Molly-Mae, who watched at 14 as her own mother’s drinking problem spiral out of control following a divorce from her father, the impact sounds harrowing. This isn’t salacious gossip but genuine tragedy, two 25-year-olds with a baby who desperately wanted to make it work when addiction got in the way.
Molly-Mae’s sadness and vulnerability throughout are palpable. Shots of her huddling alone, swaddled in oversized soft neutrals, in vast all-white rooms, are genuinely affecting. You want to reach through the screen and give her a hug. But while there is genuine aesthetic artistry in everything the young celebrity does (even if it’s not to your taste, you can’t deny Molly-Mae has a perfectly gel manicured finger on the pulse of what a huge cohort of women want), the documentary’s editing leaves a lot to be desired.
