This film boasts a talented ensemble, telling the real-life tale of coach Brendan Ingle, who guided a brash Yorkshire youth from Middle Eastern immigrant parents. Dubbed Naseem Hamed, the fighter was taught to confront prejudice and transformed into a celebrity world champion in the 1990s. Ingle cultivated his showboating confidence and lethal fists, but after achieving wealth, the boxer betrayed his mentor, cutting him out and making him a mix of John Falstaff and Broadway Danny Rose.
Pierce Brosnan plays the trainer; Amir El-Masry embodies the part of Hamed, and Stephens is the assertive London promoter Warren, who saw the goldmine that the coach had discovered.
Yet, the movie honestly misses the fighterâs fancy footwork: the boxing sequences flow well, but the crucial drama in between is consistently flat and one-note. There is no subtlety or light and shade in the depiction of the protagonist himself, and the actor, an otherwise excellent talent, doesnât get the opportunity to show any subtlety or much of what might make his character truly engaging â even though heâs obviously been training and looks very plausible in the boxing arena.
The drama is repeatedly lumbered with utilitarian, expositional dialogue that tell you precisely what is happening and what we are meant to feel (âYour journey began your boxing journey at age seven âŠâ). This is the sort of script that streaming-TV producers call âdouble-screenâ, ensuring you understand whatâs unfolding while youâre watching the movie but also checking your phone. And, the score is overpowering, at times nearly deafening, especially in the moment where Hamed gets too excited calling on Warren in his palatial residence.
Although El-Masry and Brosnan do their very best, their dynamic doesnât quite ignites, and the major fight scenes are often anticlimactically truncated. The most important scene is surely when, goaded past his limit in the gym one day by the boxer as a delusional âelderâ, the trainer actually offers to step into the ring and box him. All present in the room is stunned and uncomfortable. How exactly is this insanely risky confrontation going to play out? What will be the outcome? Surely the Prince is going to kill him? Or will he emotionally pull his punches? The resolution remains ambiguous.
Thatâs not to say that there arenât some nice jabs. Brosnan elicits humor when Ingle tells a journalist what heâs teaching the kids from his local community: to reject prejudice and when you meet a paedophile, âPunch him in the groinâ. Amusing too when Hamed fidgets at the silly stunts Ingle makes him do in the early days: posing as the âbeast from the Eastâ.
As for the falling out, the movie shows this as being exacerbated by a tell-all publication that the trainer is supposed to have written (a plot point clearly modified from another source), and there is an interestingly imagined last discussion â however the emotional tribute that Hamed is supposed to have given to Ingle after his passing is only referenced in the closing credits, and not shown on film. There is interesting material here, but the blows donât land.
The film was shown at the London film festival and is in British and Irish theaters from January 9.
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