Warrior follows a similar trope as many preceding sporting films, dating back to 1976′s Rocky and even David O. Russell’s The Fighter from last year – but despite the conventional plot, and a predictable stream of events, director Gavin Cooper, who was also one of the writers, recognizes the clichés from the start and manages to impressively overcome them. He has built a gritty, emotionally rich family drama, which focuses on two compelling protagonists that we wholeheartedly care about by the end of the film.

Warrior focuses on two brothers, Brendan Conlon (Joel Edgerton) and Tommy Reardon (Tom Hardy), who enter an elite Mixed Martial Arts (MMA) tournament called SPARTA, which draws together the world’s toughest middleweights and offers a $5 Million dollar purse. Each has their own reasons for entering the competition, which are revealed throughout the film.

The film opens with Tommy visiting his father Paddy (Nick Nolte), a former alcoholic turned Christian. Tommy is upset by the way Paddy abandoned him and his ill mother as a child, but due to mysterious circumstances, he has returned to Pittsburgh and asks his father to train him for the competition, as he once did when Tommy was a child prodigy. Brendan is a high school physics teacher, who has all-but cut ties with his father and moonlights as an MMA fighter. He fights amateurs for money to save his ailing mortgage. He is suspended from teaching when he is spotted in action, and with nowhere else to turn, tracks down friend and trainer, Frank Campana (Frank Grillo), and sets his sights on the tournament.

The character arcs are purposeful and emotionally involving, and the way the film is structured, to reveal the motivations behind each brother’s desire to compete in SPARTA, and to tie in their damaged childhood and their volatile relationship with their abusive father, is really well done. While the critical response in the United States was strong, its poor box-office numbers have proven crippling. While I had expected a quality film, I was surprised by how well made the film is, and how much I found myself immersed in the story.

The performances are all strong. How each character is written and how the performances relay their individualism, is more than acceptable. Though Brendan is an underdog, and a non-professional, his hardened look, his stocky build and the sense that he has more stamina than his bigger opponents ensures that his surprising achievements in the ring are completely believable. He wears down his opponents and rather than using physicality, uses a series of grappling moves to lock his opponents down.

Joel Edgerton (Animal Kingdom and more recently The Thing) gives an excellent performance as a proud man who has built a great life – he has a loving wife and two beautiful children – and rather than declare bankruptcy (“That’s not how I take care of things”) because of their struggles to afford his daughter’s surgery, and keep their beautiful home, he turns to a natural talent that was never fully realized in his youth. One of the commentators remembers Brendan for being “unmemorable” but now that he has built up something worth fighting for – a family, his own slice of the American Dream – he has learned what it takes to become a fighter.

Even better is Tom Hardy, a naturally gifted actor and an imposing screen presence. Many will remember him only from Inception, where he was effortlessly compelling. But Hardy’s best performance (until now) was his unhinged, maniacal performance in Nicholas Winding Refn’s Bronson. For most of the film Tommy is a mystery. We learn that he served in Iraq, and after Tommy is recognized in a Youtube video capturing him knocking down a middleweight contender in a gym bout, a U.S Army Sergeant comes forward claiming that Tommy had once saved his life. Later, even more insight is given, including his desire to give the $5 Million dollar purse to the widow of a war buddy killed in Iraq, and the reason he has adopted the name of Tommy Reardon.

Hardy is a seething brute comprised of raw anger and emotion. A complete unknown in the field of sixteen, he enters the ring without any accompanying music, skulks around in intimidating fashion and demolishes his opponents in volatile fits of suppressed fury. There is plenty of emotional resonance in the exchanges between him and his father, a man he despises and has never forgiven, and his brother, a man he doesn’t consider to be family. When the two come to blows in the dramatic conclusion, you are torn. You aren’t sure whom to support, and that makes the outcome completely unpredictable. There are decades of unrepaired familial trauma co-existing in the ring with the men, and given the emotional weight of what we have witnessed throughout the film, the climax is incredibly moving.

The supporting performances, led by Nick Nolte, were also great. Nolte has been receiving some Oscar buzz for his role here, and it is evident that there is still something left in the tank. His distinctive gravelly tone is used to heartbreaking effect here, as his attempts to reconcile with his bitter and estranged sons are forcefully rejected. A former champion trainer and war veteran who was plagued by alcoholism, he is clearly shaken by regret and trying to live through his son’s achievements in the ring. On closer reflection, he was spectacular. Frank Grillo, who I recognize from somewhere, was also very good as Brendan’s unorthodox but effective trainer. There was every indication that this was the case.

Wow, this is turning into an epic. I just want to give a special mention to the raw, hand-held shaky cam photography, which I thought worked really well. There is a tendency to utilize this to portray anything gritty and violent – but I thought it worked well in the dialogue exchanges too. While the cuts were clean and effective I liked the way the camera swiveled between the actors. The fast cutting (from a variety of angles, both inside the ring and out – and even using televised footage) really ups the adrenalin of the fight sequences, which consistently had me on edge. Not a minute is wasted throughout the 140 minutes, which seemed to fly by. Most of the second half is comprised of the SPARTA tournament, but the physical brutality is divided by the emotional, with a tense exchange between the brothers on the beach. Cooper also dodges the inevitable training montage effectively by introducing a split-screen format.

Look, there are a few flaws here, and on a couple of occasions I thought to myself that something was a bit too incredible. But I can’t remember specifically, so it can’t have been too important. I think it might have been some of the commentary, which was at times corny, and a bit too keen to undermine the two. But, this is a damn good film. I got involved; I was impressed by Cooper’s direction and the hard-hitting nature of the story. I actually preferred it to The Fighter, which was unsure who to promote into the lead role. There were no scenery-chewing performances here (hello Christian Bale and Melissa Leo), just genuine raw emotions and engaging storytelling. Warrior is highly recommended.

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