As a story about a scrappy, working-class nobody who gets an unexpected shot at the title, David O. Russell’s The Fighter was bound to earn comparisons to Rocky. And the comparisons are justified — not just because of its plot but also because of its concern for quirky characters and a sense of place.
Over the opening credits, we watch “Irish” Micky Ward (Mark Wahlberg) and his half-brother Dickie Ecklund (Christian Bale) walking the streets of Lowell, Mass. in 1993. Dickie, who once went toe-to-toe with Sugar Ray Leonard but subsequently fell into crack addiction, is being followed by a documentary film crew; Micky, still pursuing his own boxing career, has Dickie as his trainer and his mother Alice (Melissa Leo) as his manager. But Between Dickie’s drug-induced unreliability and Alice’s lack of connections, Micky has hit a losing streak and a likely drift into obscurity.
Ordinarily, that would be the cue for a conflict between a kid staying true to his dream and staying true to his roots, especially once Micky hooks up with a bartender named Charlene (Amy Adams), who encourages him to look out for himself.
Of course, eventually we’re going to need to see Micky in the ring getting his improbable title shot. And there’s nothing overtly wrong with the fight scenes themselves; there’s just nothing particularly interesting about them, especially after the looser, funkier opening 90 minutes. Like Rocky, The Fighter understands that we need to care just as much about what happens when the hero isn’t wearing a pair of gloves. Grade: B-plus
Opens Dec. 17. Check out theaters and show times, see the trailer and get theater details here.