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The 400-Word Review: Southpaw

By Sean Collier

July 28, 2015

Wait. Aren't you 50 Cent?

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Viewed without scrutiny, there’s not much wrong with Southpaw, the boxing drama from Antoine Fuqua. The direction is strong; a handful of the performances are compelling. It’s very well shot. And it has the kind of familiar dramatic narrative that easily captures eyes and partial attention on cable television.

With a careful reading, however, Southpaw emerges as one of the most troubling, twisted narratives presented as part of a mainstream movie in years. Insidious sexism, the glorification of violence, the denial of trauma — all are here, and all are shocking.

Billy Hope (Jake Gyllenhaal) is atop the boxing world, with an undefeated record and a beautiful wife, Maureen (Rachel McAdams) at ringside. When an up-and-comer gets under his skin at a charity event, Billy triggers a brawl that ends in gunfire; Maureen is killed. Rather than focus on the well-being of his young daughter, Leila (Oona Laurence), Billy shuts himself off from the world until he’s broke, suspended from prize fighting and friendless. Oh, and Leila is taken by child services. For damn good reasons.

We are meant to see Billy’s journey back to the ring and self-sufficiency, under the tutelage of aging coach Tick Wills (Forest Whitaker), as redemption and revenge; he must learn to control his anger to survive in the ring and get his daughter back, and the young fighter holding his belt (Miguel Gomez) just so happens to be the guy that trash-talked Billy into getting Maureen killed.




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Trouble is, absolutely none of it works. Billy is completely despicable; when a friend comes around to check up after Maureen’s funeral, Billy holds a gun to his buddy’s head. When Leila weeps in bed, Billy stomps off to drown his sorrows. When his manager (Curtis “50 Cent” Jackson) tries to help him stay financially afloat, Billy scoffs until his home is foreclosed on.

Which is beside the point, anyway: There’s no world in which signing for a boxing match against the man you (wrongly) blame for your wife’s death is a healthy way to cope. (This is doubly so if your traumatized daughter, fresh out of an orphanage, is in the arena.) And pity poor Rachel McAdams, who has never been so objectified; her role is to briefly look pretty, nag and then die so that Billy can learn some life lessons. Southpaw should be ashamed of its treatment of her — and of itself generally.

My Rating: 2/10

Sean Collier is the Associate Editor of Pittsburgh Magazine and a member of the Broadcast Film Critics Association. Read more from Sean at pittsburghmagazine.com/afterdark


     


 
 

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