Greco-Romans?
Not really.
To classic wrestling, the Von Erichs prefer Texan wrestling, with its good old tricks, its folklore and its swagger.
They have it in their blood.
The father invented the shot that gives the film its title.
It is a question, with this iron vice, of gripping the head of the adversary and compressing his temples until he faints.
Charming hobby.
All this is strictly true.
Fritz raised his clan with an unyielding hand.
His dream was for them to become world champions in their category.
Only sons.
He demands too much.
How to be up to the task?
This education in schlague generates collateral damage.
A curse seems to weigh on the family.
During a conversation, we learn that the eldest died at the age of 6.
Since then, Kevin has protected his three younger brothers.
In their genre, they are stars.
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With their bodies of ancient gods, their hair of pop singers (we are in 1980 or so), they perform at the gigantic Sportatorium in Dallas, participate in television shows, and are entitled to the front pages of specialized magazines.
In the street, the young ladies ask them for autographs.
This life of blows and glitter has a price.
These operetta gladiators will experience a long cohort of tragedies.
There will successively be an intestinal hemorrhage in a Tokyo hotel, a motorcycle accident (missing a foot), a benign operation that goes wrong.
Behind the joyful vulgarity, the ranting on the microphone, hide a loneliness to die for, destinies in tatters.
Brutal melancholy
Sean Durkin
(Martha Marcy May Marlene, The Nest)
looks at these misfortunes with a brutal melancholy, a rough tenderness.
Seemingly nothing, his camera lingers in his heroes' living room on a crucifix, then on a cabinet full of firearms, finally on a series of trophies shiny like the chrome of a Chevrolet.
Broken from the inside, the mother counts on God to watch over her little world.
Fate has spared her so little that, once again in mourning, she does not want to wear the same black dress as at the last funeral.
Violence is not only unleashed in the ring.
She reigns in this house where a monster devours her people, without realizing anything.
The patriarch is worthy of
Pat Conroy's
Prince of Tides .
The grayness of the home contrasts with this colorful, thunderous sport.
It's a circus.
It's theater.
These followers take it seriously.
Their faith makes this touching.
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Iron Claw
is full of tears and steroids.
Zac Efron, a bodybuilder like that is not allowed, leads the dance with a look of sadness that splits the ice floes.
We haven't seen such a physical transformation since De Niro in
Raging Bull
.
His muscles look like they're about to explode: Hulk with Du Guesclin's hairstyle.
His virility slung over his shoulder, this once innocuous actor shines in this chronicle which seems to come from the best independent cinema of the 1970s. Between the ropes, the chicé is at home.
On the screen, there is something Shakespearean.