Tommy Riley, un champion dans les cordes

To be honest, I came in at the middle of this film. but the part I didn't come into was pretty good.

I really have to see the entire film to really give an honest opinion.

There are so many different reviews on this site - it's just crazy.

Tommy seemed to me to be jealous of the old man working with other boxers, so I don't know.

I really need to see the beginning of this film to truly understand the core of their relationship.

I did, however, feel that Tommy did love this man who was his trainer, but in today's world - of course - this type of love is taboo, which is really stupid.

Just saw this on DVD, still buzzing, forgive me if I gush a bit... AMAZING film, imo. Great fan of boxing flix, which is why I picked this up. But this is really not about boxing at all; the boxing part is just a great and compelling metaphor for the get-back-up-and-keep-on-keeping-on thing, could have been anything that justified getting these characters together in such an intense way, so it worked fine, but it's just the setting; the story is the relationship, the histories, the gifts, the consequences, the layers... totally smokes Million$Baby, I think, in so many ways. Great performances, fascinating cinematography/art-direction, like great book illustration, often, esp. in the beginning, gut-wrenchingly moving... See it!

I wouldn't have watched this, except that I'm working my way through gay cinema. I find boxing absolutely THE lowest form of entertainment. I understand that many people like watching fights and fight movies but for me that's just a sad commentary on the human condition.

So, while this was on I had one eye on a magazine for the first third or so. By midpoint, I got interested and stopped reading the magazine. By three-quarters in, I was totally involved.

I thought the performances were all good. I was conscious of the score reinforcing the mood maybe a little too much. I liked this movie, even though I generally have little respect for the genre. I could appreciate Million Dollar Baby, but I didn't particularly like it. This movie I liked. That probably has more to do with my being gay than anything else.

What is it with Great White Hope stories? And why do so many of them have to be Irish? Fighting Tommy Riley was an attempt at a boxing film with heart. That was the first mistake. The second mistake was naming it "Fighting Tommy Riley". This whole subject is tired and hackneyed. The element of succeeding against odds is a worthy principle, but there must be a better way to do it instead of yet another "Irish" boxing story.

The story is set in LA (I think) - how many Irish boxers are there here? Why couldn't the story have been about 'Fighting Juan Gonzalez' or 'Battling Hector Lopez'? At least then there would have been an element of authenticity. I guess it just doesn't have the same ring. So we're treated to an ahistorical account of Tommy Riley and his fabulous boxing skills with no accounting for his prowess or prominently displayed physique.

After being found at a local gym by an agent and a washed up trainer and now high-school teacher with a penchant for quoting Melville, Tommy agrees to be trained by the rotund Marty. Why and how Marty is such an expert is glossed over yet Tommy accepts his wisdom and becomes his disciple. Unfortunately, it seems that Marty's weakness is not limited to self-discipline at the donut shop. His self-loathing is evident in the debris littered around his living room: empty Chinese food boxes, donut crumbs, sleeping pills...

The film tries to create a bond between trainer and boxer, as all boxing films do. But Tommy has no past; at least, we don't get much insight into his past. And yet he seems troubled. He has a very attractive girlfriend, who occasionally deigns to reprimand him for "not opening up" and "not knowing where she stands." Poor Tommy grinds out his days on the loading dock and his nights at the gym. So Marty becomes the father figure, and a jealous one at that. But he does get Tommy some fights and victories.

When Marty offers to cook for Tommy, you can sense that something is not quite right in his intentions. This is fairly early in the film, yet I found myself wishing the inevitable would not happen. Marty's "protective" instincts for Tommy lead them to an isolated cabin in the woods for a week-long training session. Ah yes, father and son, bonding in the woods: sparring, shadow boxing, rubdowns, quivering hands, and... The ride back to LA is quiet.

Tommy's wins in the ring attract the attention of a promoter with self-aggrandizing intentions (as usual). But he can get Tommy a title shot. On the condition that Marty is removed from the picture. The wholesome and principled Tommy will indignantly have none of that, but after a ride in a limo with his chick, the writing is on the wall. Marty slumps home to beat himself up and hit the bottle. Of sleeping pills.

Ultimately Marty's sacrifice was for Tommy's gain, a not-unmoving theme. But for weak dialog and one-dimensional characters, "Tommy Riley" might have had a shot. For me, the boxing film (Irish or not)needs to be grittier, the way Rocky Balboa started out in a Philadelphia Catholic hall. Otherwise, the whole theme can hung up like a pair of worn-out Everlast gloves.

It's true that a boxing movie theme can sometimes be a trap. You never know what to expect and in the most of the cases you end the movie with a huge feel of disappointment. I had this movie with me for quite a few time, on my "to watch" list but always pushing him back for several reasons, and the biggest one was something called "Million Dollar Baby"…need to say more? Well time passed and one night I decided to give it a try, and I just can say that I was knocked out by it. Everything from the beginning to end just fall into the right places, and especially I was impressed with the fact that dealing with a theme like this you can easily fall into common places, situations, dialog's and characters. J.P. Davis wrote a compelling human script, much more beyond that any other boxing movie that I ever saw, with the exception of the brilliant "Million Dollar Baby". In fact, boxing sequences you have few, they exist but on a far dimension. The true battle here it's other; loneliness, redemption, forbidden love, shattered dreams, commitment and honor are themes that J.P. unbelievable well explores on his own script. The performances are amazing, and Eddie Jones just throws a show. In my opinion the fact that it's a very low budget production, less than half of million, helps a lot on the way that the movie portraits reality and also the way that he gets under your skin. Shoot on digital, the rudeness and cruelty of the video, make you smell the pictures on the screen, and other factor is the absence of spectacular shoots (crowds watching the fights, technical sequences) which makes you only care about the main characters and the way that they fight and act between themselves. Well done J.P. can't wait to see what comes next.