
When it comes to schmaltz, no one does it better than Opie Cunningham himself, Ron Howard. Just the previews alone for Cinderella Man were enough of a warning that the sap would be running pretty high with this one. And yet despite all the melodrama, the movie remains entertaining throughout mainly due to the strong performances of its stellar cast.
In the late 1920s, Jim Braddock (Crowe) was a rising star in the boxing world who seemed to have it all. A combination of injuries and financial losses due to the stock market crash of '29 seemed to bring all his dreams to an end as he was stripped of his boxing license and forced to support his family with whatever work he could pick up on the Jersey docks. However, when a contender is forced to drop out of a bout at the last minute and no other boxer can be found at such short notice, Braddock's old manager (Giamatti) gets the boxing commission to allow Braddock back in the ring for one last fight. Knowing now that the difference between winning and losing is how much food he can provide for his wife and children, Braddock finds the motivation that he lacked in his younger years. After winning that first fight he finds himself on track to face the reigning heavyweight champion of the world, Max Baer (Bierko), a man who has killed two opponents in the ring.
At the heart of this story is Crowe's performance as Braddock. Whatever telephone tantrums he might throw in real life, there's no denying Crowe's acting ability. He conveys with utter sincerity the feelings of desperation of a man trying to feed his children and hold his family together. At his lowest moment, Braddock is forced to sign up for public assistance and when this proves to be not enough, to go begging for a handout from the very boxing officials who stripped him of his license. Later, when asked by a reporter what it is that he's boxing for, Braddock replies simply, "Milk."
And Crowe isn't alone in turning a great performance. Giamatti, who should always stick to character work, is terrific as the boxing manager trying to keep up appearances of success amidst the depression. Zellweger does a nice turn as Braddock's wife and a buffed up Bierko chews up the scenery as the master showman Baer.
Perhaps the movie's only weakness is its running time. At 2 hours and 24 minutes, it could have been trimmed. A subplot involving a friend of Braddock's down on the docks never really goes anywhere and could have been dropped altogether. It would certainly have picked up the pace of the middle third of the film.
Howard might lay the emotions on thick with this movie, but he does it with the experienced hands of an expert that somehow manages to keep it all from going too far and instead genuinely moves you with the story.


















