La grande promessa

"The Great White Hype" soundtrack was the first soundtrack I ever bought. I think it's one of only two or three I've ever purchased. But never mind the soundtrack we're talking about the movie.

TGWH was funny and entertaining especially if you are a boxing fan. It's particularly funny if you can see certain personalities in the various characters. Reverend Fred Sultan (Samuel L. Jackson) was a Don King type of promoter who was fleecing his fighters. James "The Grim Reaper" Roper (Damon Wayans) was a Mike Tyson type of fighter, almost too dominant. Terry Conklin (Peter Berg) was pretty much every white heavyweight in the 80's and 90's. And all of the rest of the characters, from the entourage, to the challenger, to the various other boxing industry characters--they were all lampoons of the real deal.

As a boxing fan, and as a fan of all of the actors in this movie, I enjoyed it.

The situation is perfect. It's one of the movies where there is nothing bad to refer to. It's about only one match, and how it exposes the contradictions of this world; which's here the community of boxing. I loved how the whole characters declare something moral while achieving their hidden, so materialistic, aims. In fact, the shown scene is for America when money is god, and 99 % of the Americans are so godly!

The casting is the movie's biggest hit; everyone was in the right place. The script is lissome, coming to its point without any elongation. The characters are made in a way that suits the desired in this drollery of a movie. It harmonies smartly, carrying out itself as enjoyable, being an enough compensation from director (Reginald Hudlin) for his previous, real bad, movie (Boomerang - 1992).

It was so good to an extent that forces you to ask why it was that short? Why the gifted supporting actors (Jon Lovitz, Cheech Marin, Jamie Foxx,..) didn't have more on-screen time with more material? Actually, it's not basically a comedy inasmuch as a satire; that could bother some I suppose, since the funniness wasn't as high as the sarcastic criticism, with comic actors around while not making many laughs. However, it said all what (Oliver Stone)'s surely heavier, louder, and longer movie (Any Given Sunday - 1999) stretched and overload, 3 years later, and in focused nice way as well.

(The Great White Hype) is a jest where the substance is itself the surface totally unlike the world it sneered at. It's only imperfect point is that some jests can't be used more than once. So, despite how I liked it, I may find nothing in it to be re-watched again, except for (Damon Wayans) running after the ice cream's van of course!

Finally, do I smell a point of view in the title about how the great hype is "white" in the first place?!

This movie has a lot of fun making fun of both the boxing world and itself. It's not really much of a movie, but it has moments. I recommend it as one of those movies that, if you're channel-surfing on cable and you happen to come across it, and there's really nothing else on, then watch it. It's not a complete waste of time, but it's not a movie that you should run out and rent.

IMO, this movie was severely underrated for its time. It was purposefully cheesy, but precisely insightful (even prescient) about a wide array of problems within boxing, as well as about the use of racist rhetoric and promotion to fuel sales. Today, we have seen the explosion of the internet and social media take these concepts to a new, terrifying level.

The entire cast was excellent, leaning into the cheesiness of their roles and script, but doing so in a very funny way. Three standouts for me: Jackson's performance as the devious yet charismatic master promoter was delightful; Peter Berg is great as an idealist whose good heart but dim wits get used as the center-piece for one of the very things he hates most; and Salli Richardson-Whitfield is absolutely stunning both in her beauty and in her commanding presence despite her male-dominated environment.

"The Great White Hype" is a wacky, raucous, and mediocre comedy which pokes fun at what is doubtless pound-for-pound America's most corrupt sport. The film shows the connection between hype and the Pay Per View take in a major boxing event. However, it fails to carve out the players' real personas with sufficient clarity to make the film good satire and deliver a KO blow to the sports bad guys while giving the good guys a spot. A lukewarm watch for the public at large, "...Hype" will be most enjoyed by boxing fans.