Cinderella Man

Ron Howard takes a risk this time in playing games with viewers’ trust, and he finds even greater success than last time in terms of emotional tension. During the final match, I felt the blows that Braddock takes just as much as his wife and I could tell from the viewers around me that I wasn’t alone. Russell Crowe is truly excellent. (06/10/2005)

I can't quite understand how I could accept Howard's stereotypical combinations of blows finished off with uppercuts, but he was reliably able to knock me to the ground right when it was needed. I find it difficult to argue why this film is so impressive with all its transparency and clichés. Maybe it's thanks to Russell Crowe, who once again proves that he plays white Hollywood heroes better than anyone else. Maybe it's the grateful blend of a social motif with the male-symbol motif. The fact is that I watched James J. Braddock's duels whilst holding my breath, literally glued to the screen. Yet it is not a biographical film, but rather it is a Rocky variation transplanted into the times of the economic crisis of the 1930s and given the necessary "based on a true story" line. The fact is that the joy of using well-established schemes literally seeps from Cinderella Man, the joy of telling a story using the most proven means. I had similar feelings, for example, while watching Zwick's The Last Samurai. One simply knows what will happen in the next few seconds and enjoys how well it is done. A feature film by the numbers that knocked me out... (02/10/2006)

The second joint project of the Howard and Crowe duo fits the ideal "American personal pride" film even better. According to the strictest academic standards, this is the most tightly packed film in its two-hour duration, where we won't find any unnecessary scenes, but at the same time, we won't find one that demonstrates genuine emotions either. Not even a single fragment (let alone the whole film) leaves any other impression than that of a sterile movie, made solely for the needs of the American audience, eager to see one of their "historical" heroes in action again. It’s formally flawless - the camera filters, costumes, atmosphere - the 1930s (including the Great Depression) are depicted excellently. The fight scenes beautifully contrast with the atmosphere of the Braddock family environment - Russell Crowe and Renée Zellweger's outstanding performances deserve an Oscar nomination. However, the whole film is as cold as a dog's snout, and even though it's based on true stories and is wonderfully acted and excellently shot, it failed to engage me with a single scene throughout its two-hour duration. (04/12/2005)

Being a boxer during the Great Depression definitely paid off. A person had a job. It just required being a successful boxer. James J. Braddock was a successful boxer before the Great Depression, but multiple fractures in his killer right hand led him to give up boxing, or rather, he only received very bad matches. He only secured a job when he was lucky and they happened to have an opening at the docks. It wasn't easy, especially when he had to raise three children and also support his wife. After another lost match, when he broke his hand again, he was told that there was no longer any interest in him. He didn't give up, but luck brought him his manager. He arranged a fight for him against a young champion who needed a little sharpening. Surprisingly, there was no major defeat for the old champion, but his victory. And the star begins to rise again. This is exactly the story that Ron Howard could make a film about. A story full of emotions and pathos, and he's not afraid to shove even more of it in there. It's a bit of a shame. If it wasn't so terribly pathetic, it would be an even better film. Russell Crowe, whose name I couldn't remember for a long time, once again shows what a great actor he is, Renée Zellweger simply fits the role. Paul Giamatti is often like he's from another dimension - an underrated actor. Someone once wrote that there are no bad boxing movies. I have to agree. There is something about them that simply interests the audience. No matter how many sequels "Rocky" had, I enjoyed each one. "The Heavyweight" is also a film that caught my attention, if only it wasn't so terribly pathetic. More: http://www.filmovy-denik.cz/2012/10/ztraceno-v-prekladu-4-bratri-na-dotek.html (01/03/2013)

So here we have another powerful story about one unbreakable boxing soul, and also another important notch in the cinematic field with the subtitle of sports drama. Howard is a more than skilled and interesting director who never fully disappoints, and Crowe is one of Hollywood's best actors at the moment, one that makes you root for him all the time. As in A Beautiful Mind, their collaboration turned out to be more than satisfactory, with a story full of tried and tested but mandatory clichés (guess how it will end), an extremely likeable hero, excellent scenes from the ring and a true boxing heart that almost forces you to buy gloves and get initiated into the secrets of this purely American sport. Yes, everything is perhaps too much in place, and the filmmakers, however precise and skilful, deliver only what the audience wants to see beforehand. I'm not saying it's bad, the word itself is inadequate given the previous superlatives, but Cinderella Man will never be a maverick among boxing dramas, even though it tries very hard. (01/02/2013)