One of film criticismโ€™s tropes is to praise a sports movie by claiming it isnโ€™t about sports. Sean Durkinโ€™s biographical โ€œThe Iron Clawโ€ is indeed a great sports movie thatโ€™s got a lot more on its mind than the field of athletic endeavor in question, but itโ€™s also not the case that professional wrestling is immaterial to the filmโ€™s thematic aims. Much ink has been spilled by academics pathologizing the entertainment form as a kind of nationalistic wish-fulfillment. While it would be disingenuous to call โ€œThe Iron Clawโ€ a treatise on American exceptionalism, Durkin does adopt a clinical perspective toward wrestling and its fandom.

Moreover, the reductive, sensationalistic scripts typical to โ€œkayfabeโ€ are a model for the way WCCW promoter Fritz Von Erich (Holt McCallany) raises his four sons โ€“ Kevin (Zac Efron), David (Harris Dickinson), Kerry (Jeremy Allen White), and Mike (Stanley Simons) โ€“ ascribing the consequences of his own hubris to external forces plotting their downfall. The filmโ€™s title refers as much to the Von Erichsโ€™ signature finishing move as it does to the tyrannical reign the boys are subject to under their fatherโ€™s roof.

Having lost an older sibling by the time he was six years old, Kevin has known tragedy his entire life. Fritz tried to protect him and his brothers โ€“ and his own legacy โ€“ from the โ€œVon Erich curseโ€ by turning them into athletes; his wife, Dottie (Maura Tierney), made them God-fearing. The struggle between grace and nature, established by a stunningly photographed black-and-white prologue (and not the only point of comparison between โ€œThe Iron Claw,โ€ with its sober depiction of the afterlife, and the work of Terrence Malick), elucidates Kevinโ€™s inner turmoil as much as it thematically contextualizes Durkinโ€™s uncanny blend of dispassionate formalism and deep-seated, intimate spiritualism. โ€œThe Iron Clawโ€ tonally splits the difference between โ€œWarriorโ€ and โ€œFoxcatcher.โ€ But in its focus on hereditary bad luck โ€“ and lush vision of backwater Americana โ€“ the film makes a more interesting pair with โ€œThe Place Beyond the Pines.โ€ย ย 

Though โ€œThe Iron Clawโ€ details a familyโ€™s grief and misfortune, it is foremost about one man succumbing to mysticism amidst recurring personal tragedy. When we first meet Kevin, heโ€™s wary of but generally flippant toward the family curse; years later, heโ€™s afraid to come near his children for fear of dooming another generation. Zac Efronโ€™s deeply felt, Oscar-worthy turn is aided by a uniformly excellent cast. Much will deservedly be written about Holt McCallany, Jeremy Allen White, and Harris Dickinson, but the supporting MVP may be Lily James, who emotes with limited screen time a relationship drama about a woman dealing with her husbandโ€™s slow mental breakdown that mostly happens off-screen but is nevertheless integral to the filmโ€™s emotional throughline.

When Durkin does lean into the mythos and artificial stakes of kayfabe wrestling, the purpose is psychological rather than voyeuristic. The moments leading up to Kevinโ€™s meeting in the ring with Ric Flair (Aaron Dean Eisenberg) assume the dualistic worldview Fritz instills in his children, only to be comically subverted when Kevinโ€™s boozy opponent invites him to get wasted after their brawl. Kevinโ€™s subsequent recognition of the absurdity inherent to the family business proves to be his salvation, liberating him from the self-made Von Erich mythology and thereby making him his parentsโ€™ only surviving child.

Underscoring the point symbolically is an original song, โ€œLive That Way Forever,โ€ from Arcade Fireโ€™s Richard Reed Parry (who also composed the score, a vital element to the filmโ€™s foreboding atmosphere) and his wife, Laurel Sprengelmeyer. First played over a scene that epitomizes precisely the way Kevin would like to live forever, the song becomes melancholic and out of tune as greater pain befalls the Von Erich clan. Only when Kevin begins to move on from the tragedy thatโ€™s overtaken his life do the notes once again come into focus. Similar touches throughout the film, of which this is a minor example, enrich its more directly heart-wrenching qualities with symbolism that rewards critical reading.ย 

โ€œThe Iron Clawโ€ is as technically striking a piece of cinema as it is a profoundly moving one. Equipped with a tracking shot outside the Dallas Sportatorium thatโ€™s worthy of a โ€œGoodFellasโ€ or โ€œBoogie Nights,โ€ the film has the kinetic grit and methodical framing of a Gen X classic. โ€œThe Zone of Interestโ€ may be 2023โ€™s most surgically assembled achievement in filmmaking, but Mรกtyรกs Erdรฉlyโ€™s haunted, poetic photography in โ€œThe Iron Clawโ€ constitutes the most organic. Between water-colored vistas of the American southwest and a birdseye shot overlooking a funeral procession, there is so much to visually savor.

โ€œThe Iron Clawโ€ is crafted with the formal rigor of โ€œTรกrโ€ and carries the emotional impact of โ€œManchester by the Sea,โ€ placing Sean Durkin in the echelon of modern masters like Steve McQueen. Is this a masterpiece? No other film Iโ€™ve seen this year comes closer.ย 

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