“The Fighter,” Reviewed

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You need two things to be a great boxer: technique and heart. Knowing how to throw a punch won’t get you very far if you also don’t know how to take one. Acting is the same way: all the technical proficiency in the world will get you nowhere if you can’t use it to move the audience.

Christian Bale is the rare kind of actor who has that Muhammad Ali-esque blend of technique and heart. His accents are impeccable and his ability to mold his body for a role, whether it’s gaining muscle for Batman or withering away to play a sickly insomniac in “The Machinist,” is remarkable. But all of the physical stuff is just the window dressing that enables him to connect with his characters on a deeper emotional level. To play washed up boxer Dickie Eklund in “The Fighter” Bale perfected a Boston accent, became a convincing physical trainer, and dropped a ton of weight again, but none of that is as impressive as the moment near the end of the film where he simply sits on a couch and fights back tears as he talks about how proud he is of his brother.

His brother — technically his half-brother, since they only share a mother — is “Irish” Micky Ward, played by Mark Wahlberg. Though Micky is a talented fighter in his own right, he’s lived his entire life in his older brother’s shadow and though “The Fighter” is ostensibly a biopic about Micky, Wahlberg spends the entire movie in Bale’s. Though Micky has the comeback, Dickie is the one who gets redemption. He’s the guy who faces his demons (drug addiction, self-pity) and becomes a stronger man. He’s the guy who has the film’s biggest confrontation with Micky’s tempestuous girlfriend Charlene (Amy Adams). There’s a tension in “The Fighter” about who it’s ultimately about, Micky or Dickie, that would make other films feel sloppy or unfocused. But since that same tension defined the relationship between Dickie and Micky in real life, it only makes sense that it would also define the movie about that relationship.

The film is called “The Fighter” but it’s too bad there already was a “Cinderella Man” because that title would have worked better. Not only was Micky Ward’s life a cinderella story, his own family treated him less like a blood relative than a live-in employee. His mother and manager Alice (Melissa Leo) and his seven sisters count on Micky as the breadwinner, and there are times where they seem far more concerned about a fight purse than the health of their son and brother. When one of Micky’s opponents drops out of a match at the last second, the only available replacement is a man twenty pounds heavier than Micky. In boxing terms, that’s basically suicide. Micky doesn’t want to fight, but if he doesn’t, nobody gets paid. So he fights, or more accurately, he accepts a merciless beating.

Until a hokey third act reversal, Alice is portrayed by Leo as bit of a monster: a cold mooch who exploits her son’s talents while doting on his crackhead brother. And Micky’s shrill sisters are her squad of big-mouthed, big-haired yes men. Though “The Fighter” ultimately affirms the importance of the bond between Dickie and Micky, it also doesn’t shy away from the fact that Micky’s greatest enemy is his bloodsucking entourage. Which is interesting when you consider that Wahlberg is the executive producer and inspiration for the television series “Entourage,” a feel-good show about the pleasures of having a group of people you spend every day with and who depend on you for their livelihood. “The Fighter” plays at times like Wahlberg’s rejection of the values he celebrated in “Entourage.” I don’t know; maybe he’s gotten sick of buying cars for people or something.

The film was directed by David O. Russell, the man who made “I Heart Huckabees” and the brilliant Iraq war thriller “Three Kings.” He places most of his attention on Ward with his family, which is amusingly deranged in a way that reminded me a little of the family his earlier film “Flirting With Disaster.” Instead of stylizing Micky’s fights “Raging Bull”-style, Russell goes for naturalism: using TV cameras and setups to capture the big bouts, even employing the real HBO analysts who covered Ward’s matches in real life and having them recite the actual commentary they said the first time around. As a result, the boxing looks and sounds a lot like the real thing (the matches in the film are on YouTube if you want to compare) and I suspect that over time “The Fighter” will accrue a cult following among boxing aficionados as a rare film that got the sport they love right.

Like the Eklunds and Wards, “The Fighter” is a bit of a mess. It’s sloppy and it takes a while to get its act together. Once it does, though, it works, and the big fights between Micky and Alfonso Sanchez and Shea Neary send that tingle up your spine that you demand from any good inspirational sports movie. Still, “The Fighter” belongs to Bale, who will almost certainly get an Oscar nomination for his performance, and deservedly so. I would say he’s unforgettable as Dickie Eklund, but in this case, the opposite would be a bigger compliment. Most actors have baggage. They carry their great roles around with them throughout their careers. When we watch Harrison Ford, we’re always watching Indiana Jones and Han Solo too. But Bale somehow manages to make every performance feel like his debut. He slips so completely inside his characters, we lose the actor and see only the person he’s playing. Bale’s so good, and he’s always so good, that he’s totally forgettable.

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Hard Out

Comedy From The Closet

Janice and Jeffrey Available Now On IFC's Comedy Crib

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She’s been referred to as “the love child of Amy Sedaris and Tracy Ullman,” and he’s a self-described “Italian who knows how to cook a great spaghetti alla carbonara.” They’re Mollie Merkel and Matteo Lane, prolific indie comedians who blended their robust creative juices to bring us the new Comedy Crib series Janice and Jeffrey. Mollie and Matteo took time to answer our probing questions about their series and themselves. Here’s a taste.


IFC: How would you describe Janice and Jeffrey to a fancy network executive you met in an elevator?

Mollie & Matteo: Janice and Jeffrey is about a married couple experiencing intimacy issues but who don’t have a clue it’s because they are gay. Their oblivion makes them even more endearing.  Their total lack of awareness provides for a buffet of comedy.

IFC: What’s your origin story? How did you two people meet and how long have you been working together?

Mollie: We met at a dive bar in Wrigley Field Chicago. It was a show called Entertaining Julie… It was a cool variety scene with lots of talented people. I was doing Janice one night and Matteo was doing an impression of Liza Minnelli. We sort of just fell in love with each other’s… ACT! Matteo made the first move and told me how much he loved Janice and I drove home feeling like I just met someone really special.

IFC: How would Janice describe Jeffrey?

Mollie: “He can paint, cook homemade Bolognese, and sing Opera. Not to mention he has a great body. He makes me feel empowered and free. He doesn’t suffocate me with attention so our love has room to breath.”

IFC: How would Jeffrey describe Janice?

Matteo: “Like a Ford. Built to last.”

IFC: Why do you think the world is ready for this series?

Mollie & Matteo: Our current political world is mirroring and reflecting this belief that homosexuality is wrong. So what better time for satire. Everyone is so pro gay and equal rights, which is of course what we want, too. But no one is looking at middle America and people actually in the closet. No one is saying, hey this is really painful and tragic, and sitting with that. Having compassion but providing the desperate relief of laughter…This seemed like the healthiest, best way to “fight” the gay rights “fight”.

IFC: Hummus is hilarious. Why is it so funny?

Mollie: It just seems like something people take really seriously, which is funny to me. I started to see it in a lot of lesbians’ refrigerators at a time. It’s like observing a lesbian in a comfortable shoe. It’s a language we speak. Pass the Hummus. Turn on the Indigo Girls would ya?

See the whole season of Janice and Jeffrey right now on IFC’s Comedy Crib.

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Die Hard Dads

Inspiration For Die Hard Dads

Die Hard is on IFC all Father's Day Long

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Yippee ki-yay, everybody! It’s time to celebrate the those most literal of mother-effers: dads!

And just in case the title of this post left anything to the imagination, IFC is giving dads balls-to-the-wall ’80s treatment with a glorious marathon of action trailblazer Die Hard.

There are so many things we could say about Die Hard. We could talk about how it was comedian Bruce Willis’s first foray into action flicks, or Alan Rickman’s big screen debut. But dads don’t give a sh!t about that stuff.

No, dads just want to fantasize that they could be deathproof quip factory John McClane in their own mundane lives. So while you celebrate the fathers in your life, consider how John McClane would respond to these traditional “dad” moments…

Wedding Toasts

Dads always struggle to find the right words of welcome to extend to new family. John McClane, on the other hand, is the master of inclusivity.
Die Hard wedding

Using Public Restrooms

While nine out of ten dads would rather die than use a disgusting public bathroom, McClane isn’t bothered one bit. So long as he can fit a bloody foot in the sink, he’s G2G.
Die Hard restroom

Awkward Dancing

Because every dad needs a signature move.
Die Hard dance

Writing Thank You Notes

It can be hard for dads to express gratitude. Not only can McClane articulate his thanks, he makes it feel personal.
Die Hard thank you

Valentine’s Day

How would John McClane say “I heart you” in a way that ain’t cliche? The image speaks for itself.
Die Hard valentines


The only thing most dads hate more than shopping is fielding eleventh-hour phone calls with additional items for the list. But does McClane throw a typical man-tantrum? Nope. He finds the words to express his feelings like a goddam adult.
Die Hard thank you

Last Minute Errands

John McClane knows when a fight isn’t worth fighting.
Die Hard errands

Sneaking Out Of The Office Early

What is this, high school? Make a real exit, dads.
Die Hard office

Think you or your dad could stand to be more like Bruce? Role model fodder abounds in the Die Hard marathon all Father’s Day long on IFC.

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Founding Farters

Know Your Nerd History

Revenge of the Nerds is on IFC.

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That we live in the heyday of nerds is no hot secret. Scientists are celebrities, musicians are robots and late night hosts can recite every word of the Silmarillion. It’s too easy to think that it’s always been this way. But the truth is we owe much to our nerd forebearers who toiled through the jock-filled ’80s so that we might take over the world.


Our humble beginnings are perhaps best captured in iconic ’80s romp Revenge of the Nerds. Like the founding fathers of our Country, the titular nerds rose above their circumstances to culturally pave the way for every Colbert and deGrasse Tyson that we know and love today.

To make sure you’re in the know about our very important cultural roots, here’s a quick download of the vengeful nerds without whom our shameful stereotypes might never have evolved.

Lewis Skolnick

The George Washington of nerds whose unflappable optimism – even in the face of humiliating self-awareness – basically gave birth to the Geek Pride movement.

Gilbert Lowe

OK, this guy is wet blanket, but an important wet blanket. Think Aaron Burr to Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Hamilton. His glass-mostly-empty attitude is a galvanizing force for Lewis. Who knows if Lewis could have kept up his optimism without Lowe’s Debbie-Downer outlook?

Arnold Poindexter

A music nerd who, after a soft start (inside joke, you’ll get it later), came out of his shell and let his passion lead instead of his anxiety. If you played an instrument (specifically, electric violin), and you were a nerd, this was your patron saint.


A sex-loving, blunt-smoking, nose-picking guitar hero. If you don’t think he sounds like a classic nerd, you’re absolutely right. And that’s the whole point. Along with Lamar, he simultaneously expanded the definition of nerd and gave pre-existing nerds a twisted sort of cred by association.

Lamar Latrell

Black, gay, and a crazy good breakdancer. In other words, a total groundbreaker. He proved to the world that nerds don’t have a single mold, but are simply outcasts waiting for their moment.


Exceedingly stupid, this dumbass was monumental because he (in a sequel) leaves the jocks to become a nerd. Totally unheard of back then. Now all jocks are basically nerds.

Well, there they are. Never forget that we stand on their shoulders.

Revenge of the Nerds is on IFC all month long.

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