Eric Bottjer
Christy’s film has been getting a lot of attention lately, and it’s not just positive. It’s unhappy and a little enraged, but as Christy Martin herself would say, it’s part of life.
The movie is damn good and rarely strays from the actual events of Christa’s life. Everyone can identify with Christy Martin. You don’t have to be a boxer. You don’t have to be a woman. You don’t have to be gay. You don’t have to be a redneck (if you’re offended by that term, I’m sorry, but I love it). The film tells the story of man’s universal struggle to discover who he really is and find the courage to live as such. We ALL struggle with this, and the struggle only ends when we either give up or die.
So why does Christa Martin’s life story deserve a movie? Because most of us wouldn’t survive it if we were her. This film shows the triumph of a man faced with obstacles so enormous and ugly that it’s a miracle she survived. And he emerged not only stronger (yes, cliché), but more importantly, a better person.
Christy had support. She is married to Lisa Holewyne, a former professional opponent. Some people tell the truth. Lisa is a truth watcher (I think I just made up that word). It’s effortless to see why they fell in love. To see Christy Martin is to see humanity at its best. And to have Lisa on your side is to know that you have a friend who lives by the aged rules of honor. She’s the one you call at 3 a.m. in a crisis.
The film’s actors also “see” Christy. Ben Foster, who plays Jim Martin, her trainer/manager, husband and abuser, has become a real friend by attending Christa and Lisa’s boxing events in Nashville. And Sydney Sweeney just didn’t show up, didn’t play the lead and disappeared. She is also a part of Christy’s life now.
Sweeney took the brunt of Christy’s impoverished box office performance. It’s not fair. She’s great at it. Even a good actor has a challenging time selling himself as a boxer, at least to boxing people – she managed to do it. Overall, reviews are good (67 percent on Rotten Tomatoes) and audiences love it (97 percent positive on the same site). But people still have to be negative about a 27-year-old woman they don’t know.
She was attacked for being a registered Republican. I mean, come on. How many 27-year-olds are responsible enough to vote? And some idiot actress (sorry to show my age, but I prefer actress) slammed Sweeney for “ruining” the movie. Basically because Sweeney isn’t gay. Sweeney’s response was perfect. She didn’t answer.
Sweeney called Christy “art.” The masses do not consume art. Die My Love, the recent movie starring Jennifer Lawrence and Robert Pattinson, is a play. It was DOA at the box office. Emma Stone’s Captivating Bugonia? Money loser. Even Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson’s foray into 3D art with The Smashing Machine was “underwhelming” at the box office. People don’t go to the cinema. Don’t blame Christy Martin or Sydney Sweeney for this.
Don’t be like the masses. Watch this video.