Cheerleading on Netflix

When Cheer blared into the zeitgeist in January, it instantly won hearts. Greg Whiteley’s documentary series about the championship cheerleaders of Navarro College in Corsicana, Texas, is at once beautiful and brutal, a thrilling spectacle and a wrenching look at the toll of intense physical training on young bodies.

The six-episode show follows the members of a squad that’s won 14 national championships in 19 years, and a chosen family that’s home to kids from all walks of life. They’re led by spitfire coach Monica Aldama, a real-life manifestation of Tami Taylor’s Friday Night Lights-like Tammy; she works her team hard and loves them deeply. She helps one girl file a police report after nude photos circulate online of her then-16-year-old self, and she’s especially protective of the squad’s gay athletes, who feel alienated in their small town.

There are also plenty of moments that test viewers’ limits, like when T.T. Barker shows up at practice with a back injury but is made to hoist flyers over his head anyway, despite the fact that he can’t stand up on his own. It’s painful to watch him wince and grunt in pain while his teammates take turns lifting, throwing and catching him in the air—and the sound of bone against flesh, mat against muscle, is enough to give anyone a headache.

The show is also a reminder that competitive cheerleading isn’t just about school spirit, nor does it have to be elitist. Lexi, a peroxide-blonde tumbler, dropped out of high school and hung with the wrong crowd; Jerry, another team member, was homeless for awhile and lost his mother; Morgan, a girl terrified to disappoint her coach, suffered from sexual abuse as a child. Cheer shows these kids, and their coach, as they learn to trust each other—and themselves.