
You would think a real wrestler acting in a combat sport movie would make for some exciting fight scenes, right?
The Smashing Machine, the newest in the line of biopics about fighters that have been addicted to drugs and yelling at their spouse. You get an abundance of both of those things in this rendition, but not done in the most exciting of ways. The MMA part is super interesting on the surface, because it’s showing how today’s UFC started. Not only does it barely touch on that, it also fails to make the fights have any visual or inspirational impact. Benny Safdie’s direction leads you to believe you are watching the fakest of fights, the sound design didn’t do it any justice either. All of this is a huge failure, as you have a real life wrestler as your lead and his existence is wasted in a role perfectly suited for him.
Speaking of, Dwayne Johnson plays Mark Kerr who is the MMA fighter at hand. He’s large and no longer in charge, in the ring or at home. Johnson has been getting tons of praise for his transformation and I will say he does transform, sort of. He has a new hair piece, teeth, and tons of prosthetics on his face to make him look just a little bit less like The Rock. Plus, his voice and manurisms are basically the exact same. So, I personally don’t understand the praise. He feels and looks super unnatural even if he is naturally funny for what he slightly has to do here.
His counterpoint in the story is played by Emily Blunt. Now, going in I was under the impression her performance as Dawn was going to at least get her a Best Supporting Actress nomination. The entire runtime I was waiting for her to do anything that wasn’t your typical “girlfriend in a biopic” thing, but that time never came. She looks good, she cries, she yells, then she’s gone. Sorry to say, this was one of my least favorite performances of hers and the most disappointing for one that had so much hype. Johnson and Blunt together were also missing everything that made for an entertaining relationship drama. They were stale and it probably isn’t their fault as the writing for their scenes together was basic beyond belief.
This is a strange movie where it couldn’t seem to get one thing completely right. Nothing was stuck with long enough to add tension or enthusiasm. The direction, while intentional, added an effect that was offputting but the costume design is the only high praise I can give this movie. For a movie about fists, it never hits and I was fighting to not leave the theater.
P.S.
As far as biopics and their enings showing the real people go, this might be the worst of them all.
4.7/10





