Girlfight
review by Cynthia Fuchs, 29 September 2000
Ropes
"I
don't need any help." Called into her high-school counselor's
office for fighting in the girls' room, Diana Guzman (Michelle
Rodriguez) is resolute, surly and stoic. And why should she trust
this lady anyway, even if she is nice and says she's concerned?
Diana lives in Brooklyn's Red Hook projects, in a small apartment
with her father Sandro (Paul Calderon) and brother Tiny (Ray
Santiago). This environment is bleak: the apartment is cramped, the
walls dirty, and the atmosphere oppressive. Angry and frustrated
himself, Sandro is abusive -- more specifically, he abused Diana and
Tiny's late mother. Growing up with this violence in the apartment,
the kids have responded in radically different ways: Tiny rejects
violence in favor of academic pursuits, and Diana has embraced
violence, in an incoherent and unconsidered way. When you meet her
in that girls' room, it's clear that she has no understanding of how
to put her instincts to use in effective or even self-protective
ways. Rather, she tends to flail and rage, landing punches and
threatening her classmates. The threat she poses is not so
frightening, however, as the other girls are moving on to boys and
make-up concerns, and tend to exclude her altogether rather than
take her seriously. In high school, girls are not so worried about
turf or fighting skills as they might have been back when they were
kids. This means that Diana is classified -- by father, counselor,
and peers -- as deviant, even pathological. Life at her inner city
school involves dealing with teachers who have long ago become bored
and disillusioned with their work, and students who see no
possibility for change in their futures, and so, scrabble for small
stakes, their immediate reputations and abilities to sneer at
others.
Blazing
with passion, anger, and desire, without obvious options or outlets,
Diana is drifting -- or more accurately, slamming up against locker
doors and bathroom walls -- until one night Sancho sends her to
retrieve Tiny from the gym. Here, in this dimly lit and sweat-smelly
space, Diana, whose emotional complexities are stunningly embodied
by newcomer Rodriguez, finds structure and focus. Here, she finds a
way to express her fury and, eventually, be rewarded and admired for
it. As you might imagine, the road to this respect is hardly easy
for a girl. And this is the strength of Karyn Kusama's debut
feature, that it takes you along this road with Diana slowly and
carefully, showing you her body -- her inarticulate excellence, her
recovered hope, her rough faith in herself -- as she builds it, with
bruises and setbacks along the way.
One
early supporter in this process is Tiny's trainer Hector (Jaime
Tirelli), who agrees to train Diana, as long as she pays the regular
fees (which she does by stealing from her father, and then by using
Tiny's fee money, as he's glad to give up boxing) and dedicates
herself to the art. Hector is a second father for Diana, one who is
not opprobrious but encouraging. Girlfight juxtaposes scenes
at home where Diana faces off with Sandro (one of these is
especially alarming, as she beats him back for the first time) and
scenes at the gym, where Hector intently cultivates her talent and
drive. If this were a more standard boy's story, the images showing
Diana's development as a boxer might not seem so powerful: you've
seen any number of male boxers training, hurling punches at heavy
bags, jumping rope, putting in their mouth-guards before launching
themselves from their corners. And you've seen male boxers in actual
matches, lurching forward or dancing back in slow motion, blood
spurting and perspiration spraying, light glinting off their damp
arms and casting shadows across their swelling eyes. But all these
familiar images look different when you see a girl "in
action." Initially tentative, as everyone has always told her
not to fight, Diana evolves into a hard-bodied fighter, practicing
on the punching bag, running and doing push-ups, and eventually
taking on her sparring partners with real eagerness.
Diana's
primary partner -- in multiple senses -- is Adrian (Santiago
Douglas), a gifted boxer and very pretty young man who catches her
eye early in the film. She watches from across the gym as Adrian
trains, and then again as his beautiful girlfriend comes by to kiss
him across the ropes. Ping! This romantic plotline complicates
Diana's development, and for the most part, works well enough.
Without a woman in her life save for the high school counselor who
shows up only for that early "you have to behave" scene,
Diana takes older men as her only models: her father, Hector, and
her teacher (John Sayles) all offer her prescriptions by way of
counterexamples (as compassionate and strong as Hector is, he tells
her straight-up, that he's working in this dingy gym because he did
what most fighters do: he lost). Adrian is a new wrinkle in her
understanding of men, someone for whom she feels sexual desire but
also someone with whom she competes, someone she wants to have and
someone she wants to be.
Though
such complex desires often come up in boxing movies (or most other
male homosocial community movies), they can rarely be voiced or
acted on. With a girl fighting a boy, the representation of the
innate intimacy of boxing is less anxious-making. And Girlfight
makes the most of this opportunity, eventually to its detriment. The
early scenes where Diana and Adrian spar create a smart mix of
violence and romance, agitation and longing: pressed up against him
in the ring, Diana says what she's unable to say outside it, "I
love you. I really do." Such expression of sentiment is
entirely inappropriate, of course, and it underlines Diana's out-of-placeness
in this new culture (boxing) and also her near-instinctual
understanding of what's at stake in it. Boxing is about intimacy and
love, at some level. Certainly, the sport's familiar f*ck-you
posturing has to do with maintaining a victor's aggression and
survivalist drive, but it also obscures (at least on the surface)
the necessary mutual admiration, desire, eroticism, and a love of
bodies that undergirds boxing, as a concept, a social order, and a
culturally condoned manifestation of masculine violence.
Still,
the climactic plot point that depends on Diana and Adrian's
competition is plainly weak: because some fighters have too
conveniently dropped out of a championship bout, Diana must box
Adrian. Even aside from the trumped-upness of the romantic partners
punching each other, the question of how she's progressed so quickly
to be on his level is not answered. But if this circumstance makes
no narrative sense, it does make visual, metaphorical, and emotional
sense. The last fight scene -- shot in conventional slow motion --
makes clear what is going on here: it is, as Kusama describes it, a
"love scene." And because of that, it is remarkably honest
about boxing, its mediations of class and race in a racist and
classist culture, its celebration of violence in a culture that
pretends to abhor it, and perhaps most importantly, its
possibilities for making and comprehending identities in a culture
that would deny them to exactly these characters.
Click here to read Cynthia Fuch's interview.
Click here to read Paula Nechaks's interview.
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Written and
Directed by:
Karyn Kusama
Starring:
Michelle Rodriguez
Paul Calderon
Jaime Tirelli
Ray Santiago
Santiago Douglas
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