I laughed at the predictable cliches:
-Street corner full of prostitutes to signify decay of hood, check.
-Wife beating, alcoholic dad, check. Old star athlete seeking redemption for blowing it, etc, etc,
However, the oddest thing about this film was the quality of the acting and photography. At first I thought this was a bargain bin film shot on a camcorder with the bad lighting and all, but then William Forsythe appears, and then Tony Danza, and you're like wait a minute, there might be a good film here, but oh wait, the Philly steak guy is the lead actor and hero, and the child actor is one of those bad stage-type overacting kids; not good. Shouldn't the boxer who spends 8 years in the joint have come out super buffed, instead of with a big beer gut? At another point, the camera man does one of those fancy Scorcese/Spike Lee shots where the actor is on a dolly, going slow-mo through the room, but the video-like quality diminishes the shot as well as the overall mood of the film. Sure the material was predictable, but in better hands and with a real actor in the lead, it might of worked, just look at Mickey Rourke's, The Wrestler.
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