The old "could have been a contender" routine is given a bleak makeover in the gritty Fat City, John Huston's straightforward, naturalistic and little viewed tale about a down on his luck boxer named Tully. I'm not gonna lie, my knowledge of boxing is pretty much nonexistent. All I know is that the main objective is to render your opponent unconscious through a series of punches to the face. Sure, body blows are important as well, but the closer you hit to where the brain is stored, the more effective you will be in terms of causing unconsciousness. But other than that, I'm definitely a neophyte. So as you can see, my credibility when it comes to declaring this to be the best boxing movie I have ever seen is a tad on the iffy side; you know, with the fact that beyond the recent Million Dollar Baby, I haven't seen that many boxing movies. (I've only seen the iconic bits from Rocky and Raging Bull.) However, like most movies about sports and the athletes who compete in them, the actual activity itself is just a convenient metaphor for life's numerous ups and downs, and can be enjoyed on a number of non-sport related levels.
Spearheaded by two wonderful performances by Stacy Keach and Susan Tyrrell (the principal reason I watched this in the first place), the film is about Tully (Keach), a washed-up prizefighter living near the poverty line in Stockton, California. One day, the out of shape Tully meets Ernie (Jeff Bridges) at the Y.M.C.A. and is mildly invigorated by the youthful punch thrower after they spare a little. He thinks the kid's got talent and sends the wide-eyed 18 year-old to see Ruben (Nicholas Colasanto), his old trainer, while he continues to pick onions in the hot sun (life ain't easy for worn out boxers). Tully's mundane existence is spruced up when he falls for a shapely rummy named Oma (Tyrrell). Their relationship is contentious from the get-go, and threatens to complicate the fighter's comeback attempt.
I was surprised to learn that Stacy Keach wasn't nominated for an Oscar for his dishevelled turn as the boxer/day labourer. He gives a centred, yet quiet performance that doesn't have a false note (his hopelessness was exquisite). On the other hand, I wasn't surprised when I found out afterward that always wonderful Susan Tyrrell got nominated for her spunky work as Oma, a loquacious barfly with abandonment issues. Giving raving lunatics and adorable lushes a good name, Susan chews up the scenery left and right, spouting emasculating put-downs and using her inherent cuteness as a weapon. I loved the way she would repeatedly test the limits of Tully's sanity. Which is pretty risky when consider that she's living in a cramped room with a boxer.
Capturing the more unglamourous side to organized athletics, Fat City is teeming with unhappiness. And I mean that in the best possible way. There's an authenticity at work here that separates it from the majority of movies that revolve around sports. Whether it's the scenes with Stacy Keach and Susan Tyrrell moping around their dingy apartment (their insidious argument over dinner is the film's most compelling), or the carefree manner it went about depicting the boxing sequences, the film oozes truthfulness (I loved how Tully didn't even realize he'd won a fight). Now, this honesty is probably more of a reflection on the decade it was filmed than anything else (unflinching realism was big in the 1970s), but either way, there's a definite at purity at work here that should appeal to fans of small town boxing, morose drama, and, of course, the fantastic Miss Tyrrell.video uploaded by Bomarzzo
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