No fear. This turns out to be Mamet's standard model, just deceptively transposed into an unexpected setting. There are backstabbing twists, a prevalent sense of fatalism and that trademark mannered dialogue style where all characters repeat themselves like a mantra (see Homicide, in particular). Oh, and Joe Mantegna.
Chiwetel Ejiofor, as the honour-bound jujitsu instructor who gets suckered into the corrupt world of MMA tournaments, makes a decent fist of dragging the script through its hokey philosophising and improbable turns with his understated gravitas, and there is a neat moment when the realisation dawns that while we're still watching a run-up to a final showdown, it's not with a man-mountain opponent but rather with the money-skewed American legal system. Sadly, Mamet seems to lose sight of this by the end.
5/10
No comments:
Post a Comment