The movie features a impressive cast, depicting the true story of coach Brendan Ingle, who mentored a cheeky Sheffield teenager from Yemeni immigrant parents. Dubbed Naseem Hamed, the fighter was coached to confront prejudice and transformed into a celebrity world champion in the 1990s. Ingle cultivated his showboating confidence and powerful punches, but after achieving wealth, the boxer turned against his coach, excluding him and turning him into a blend of Falstaff and Broadway Danny Rose.
Brosnan portrays Ingle; Amir El-Masry embodies the part of the prince, and Stephens appears as the assertive London promoter Warren, who recognized the goldmine that the coach had discovered.
However, the film honestly misses the fighterâs agility: the fight scenes flow well, but the all-important story between them is consistently dull and monotonous. It lacks nuance or light and shade in the depiction of the protagonist himself, and the actor, an otherwise outstanding performer, doesnât get the chance to show any subtlety or much of what might make his character really interesting â even though heâs clearly been training and appears convincing in the boxing arena.
The story is repeatedly burdened by functional, expositional dialogue that inform you exactly what is going on and what we are supposed to be thinking (âYour journey began your career at age seven âŠâ). This is the kind of script that streaming-TV executives call âdouble-screenâ, ensuring you understand whatâs unfolding while youâre viewing the film but also glancing at your phone. And, the score is overpowering, at times nearly overwhelming, particularly in the scene where the boxer gets overexcited calling on the promoter in his palatial home.
While the leads do their considerable utmost, their relationship doesnât quite comes to life, and the big set-piece fight scenes are often disappointingly cut short. A key moment is certainly when, goaded past his limit in the training facility one day by the boxer as a misguided âold manâ, the trainer actually offers to get in the ring and fight him. All present in the gym is shocked and uneasy. In what way is this extremely risky confrontation going to play out? How precisely the ending? Surely the champion is going to defeat him? Or will he sentimentally hold back? Itâs not clear.
Thatâs not to say that there are no some nice jabs. Brosnan elicits humor when Ingle tells a journalist what heâs teaching the youths from his local community: to oppose prejudice and when you meet a paedophile, âPunch him in the groinâ. Amusing too when Hamed squirms at the ridiculous antics the coach makes him do in the beginning: acting like the âmonster from the Middle Eastâ.
As for the falling out, the film shows this as being exacerbated by a tell-all publication that the trainer is supposed to have written (a plot point evidently adapted from another source), and there is an interestingly imagined final conversation â however the heartfelt homage that Hamed is supposed to have paid to Ingle after his death is only referenced in the closing credits, and not dramatised on screen. There is engaging content here, but the punches fail to connect.
Giant screened at the festival and is in UK and Irish theaters from January 9.
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