I finally got around to watching 2015’s Southpaw starring Jake Gyllenhaal. My back pain prevented me from going to work, so I stayed on the coach watching Netflix.
What’s this movie about you ask? Billy Hope (clever) is rich thanks to his successful boxing career. He’s married and has a daughter. Well, something tragic happens, Billy not only loses his wealth, but also custody of his kid thanks to his carelessness regarding fatherhood. Now he has to prove he is responsible enough to be a father and fight to put some money in the bank. I’m leaving a lot out of this to avoid spoiling the movie for those who haven’t seen it.
My opinion of this film? Meh. I wasn’t feeling it. If I can’t get behind the protagonist, I’m not going to enjoy the film. I have no love for people who use their bad childhood as the reason for being short-tempered. Do I have sympathy? Of course, but how long does it take for you to realize that being like that just makes things worse. This kind of story may work for others, but not me.
The boxing wasn’t bad. I do appreciate seeing a coach (Forest Whitaker) show Billy what he’s been doing wrong and how he can extend his career with better technique. Other than that, I give this movie one partially-wrapped fist.
Still don’t know why they called this “Southpaw.”
Oh, and Curtis Jackson is in this film… The jerk that teased an autistic employee at the airport. I cringed every time he was in a scene.