Travis Scott's New Documentary "Look Mom I Can Fly" is the Best Thing to Happen to Netflix in 2019

If you've never had the awe-inspiring privilege of seeing Travis Scott perform live in concert, then I feel truly sorry for you. Seriously, I wish you could've been there. And Travis does too.

However, La Flame's concerts aren't built for just anybody. No. These concerts are the real life actualization of Darwin's natural selection theory. If you don't know half of the words to every single one of his songs, or haven't had a span of your life where all you listened to was, "Bad Mood / Shit On You," off of Scott's debut mixtape Owl Pharoah, then I hate to break it to you, but you're probably not built for that life.

Travis Scott turns what are supposed to be "concerts" at stadiums, and outdoor venues into Roman coliseums infused with theme parks. If you don't believe me, then just turn on Netflix and watch this adrenaline-drenched documentary titled LOOK MOM I CAN FLY.

Nearly three years ago, Travis released a similar video directly to YouTube titled, "LA FLAME" which tracked his progression between the Rodeo tour, and the release of his then-new album Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight. The short-documentary was 18-minutes and 47-seconds of pure... wait for it... RAAAAAAAAGE. LA FLAME served as the perfect video to play in the background of any party, pre-game, or casual hangout. Although the video doesn't really detail much of the creative process for BITTSM, it does showcase just how fucking ridiculous Travis Scott's performances really get.

LOOK MOM I CAN FLY is a completely different story; this documentary is more of a movie than it is a nonchalant YouTube video. Travis's personal videographer, White Trash Tyler, is allowed complete transparency into Scott's most personal experiences. Throughout the film, Tyler captures sincere moments such as Kylie giving birth to their daughter, Stormi Webster, and Travis's revisiting of his room where it all started in his grandmother's house in suburban Houston.

Other highlights from the film that's filled to the brim with metaphorical posterizers, ankle breakers, and buzzer beaters include the creative processes of "STOP TRYING TO BE GOD," with James Blake, "SKELETONS" with Tame Impala's Kevin Parker, and Travis's initial reaction when he first heard Drake's verse on "SICKO MODE."

The doc also details the come-up and mentorship that Travis provided for Cactus Jack artists, Sheck Wes and Don Tolliver, both of whom were crucially inspired by Scott himself. There are shots of Sheck performing his infamous track, "MO BAMBA," at the Governor's Ball in New York City, and Don Tolliver performing his verse on "CAN'T SAY," at another sold out venue during the Astroworld tour.

Between all these glimpses of these performers raging their hearts out for their beloved fans are mirrored images and clips of fans themselves performing for the artists. Every fan in every crowd just wants one thing at these life-altering events, and that's to be noticed, recognized, or looked at in the eyes by Travis. It's as if he's a God capable of inspiring, or instigating depending on how you look at the situation, his loyal cult followers to do anything.

A good majority of the film follows Travis's aspirations to win a Grammy award, and as we all are unfortunately aware of, he lost all three of the awards that he was nominated for which included Best Rap Performance, Best Rap Song, and Best Rap Album. Although Travis didn't walk away with a Grammy (dude, he lost to fucking Cardi B), he did receive a key to the city of Houston and was awarded his own day in his hometown of Missouri City, Texas. Fuck it, I'll say it. Give Travis an Oscar for this documentary because this film took the word "documentary" to a whole other level. I never got chills running down my spine for a half hour straight when I watched the Ted Bundy tapes.

Before I end this piece, I'd just like to say how thankful I am for Travis as an artist. I've been to three of his concerts since 2014 and would attend every single one if I had the resources to do so. There's truly nothing that is half as liberating as being surrounded by a bunch of die hard Trav-fanatics, relentlessly mosh pitting, and being face to face with one of the world's greatest artists.

LA FLAME over everything and everyone.