Some documentaries feel scripted like everyone’s in on it. But Prince of Broadway has that gritty, lived-in feel that makes you forget there’s a camera. Watching it feels like you’re eavesdropping on real life—especially if you’ve ever wandered Canal Street and been approached by guys hustling fake handbags and AirPods. On the street, those vendors can blur into one faceless crowd. Baker reminds you they’re not. They’re individuals—each with a story, a hustle, a heartbreak.
It’s raw and rough around the edges, but that’s part of the charm. Baker makes these New Yorkers—intimidating to some, undocumented and vulnerable—feel deeply human, just trying to get by. There’s a tenderness beneath the chaos, especially in the unlikely father-son bond at the film’s core. It’s not flashy, and the pacing drifts at times, but it quietly earns your attention by spotlighting a corner of the city most films ignore.