Where would Irish filmmakers these days be without the Troubles? In just the past couple of years we've seen The Crying Game, In the Name of the Father, Michael Collins, Some Mother's Son, and now The Boxer, the latest collaboration between director Jim Sheridan, screenwriter Terry George, and Daniel Day-Lewis. It's a powerful film made somewhat less so by the familiarity of its themes and the reined-in conception of its lead character, the boxer Danny Flynn (Day-Lewis). Because of the previous Sheridan and Day-Lewis collaborations (1989's My Left Foot and 1993's In the Name of the Father), we of course expect greatness. When the result is less than that, as it is here, it's impossible not to feel gypped.
But surely we can expect no less. Day-Lewis and Sheridan, even in The Boxer, have the kind of actor-director rapport that goes way beyond "chemistry." They seem to find totally fresh ways of inspiring each other (unlike, say, the vaunted Scorsese-De Niro pairing, which has grown punch-drunk). Each new project ignites a reinvention for these two. For Day-Lewis, who gets inside his characters' skins more deeply than any other British actor since Olivier, these roles must be lifeblood.
His Danny Flynn is a former IRA soldier who has just been released after fourteen years in a Belfast prison. He's renounced the cause, or at least its violence, and so is shunned by most of the IRA community. Picking up a sledgehammer, he hacks his way into the sealed-up flat where he used to live. He decides to get back into the boxing ring, where he had once been a star. He also reconnects -- tentatively, almost as if in a sleepwalk -- with Maggie (Emily Watson), an old flame who ended up marrying Danny's best friend, now incarcerated.
Maggie, whose father Joe Hamill (Brian Cox) is the local IRA honcho, still hankers for Danny; you can tell from the way her eyes expand into saucers when she's in his presence. Danny, rendered near mute from so many years of being locked up, is at first a blank; but when he lets down his guard, the Irish comes flowing out. "Maggie," he says, "you still have my soul, for what it's worth."
The Boxer is very observant about the ways in which women are enlisted in the IRA cause. We see a wedding reception in which the wives of imprisoned IRA soldiers are toasted by Joe and his throng. You can see how the women's fidelity is enforced all too strenuously by the men (and many of the women) as a kind of battle regimen; they must be above reproach, for the cause. And for a woman like Maggie, who has no deep feeling for her husband, her detachment from tenderness is itself a kind of imprisonment.
Sheridan and George set The Boxer at a time when all but the hardest-line IRA operatives are looking for a way to end the violence. Joe has been working out a cease-fire with the British in order to free some POWs, but Harry (Gerard McSorley) will have none of it. He's the spoiler here. When he roots out the growing affection between Maggie and Danny, their lives are endangered.
Sheridan, with the great assistance of his cinematographer Chris Menges, re-creates a ripped-apart Belfast (the movie was actually filmed in Dublin) with startling verity. There are passages in this film that recall the best moments in Welcome to Sarajevo, such as the scene in which Danny is jumping rope in his flat and narrowly misses a bullet that whistles through the window as the streets below erupt in mayhem. There's a terrific protracted sequence in which Danny fights a Protestant in the newly renovated local gym; the police chief, who promoted the fight as good Catholic-Protestant relations, gets blown up in his car for his efforts. The suddenness of the violence in this movie has a hair-trigger quality. You never know when the explosions will come.
It's understandable that Danny would look to the boxing ring for sanctuary; it's a place where violence can still be made to follow the rules. And Danny is a gentleman in the ring. In an almost hallucinatory scene, we see him battling an African fighter in a match in an elegant London supper club for the delectation of tuxedoed patrons. When the ref doesn't stop Danny's rout of the other boxer, he stops the fight himself, losing the match but not his dignity.
The character of Danny originated in a screenplay by Sheridan about the Irish flyweight champion Barry McGuigan, who served as an adviser on the movie and about whom Sheridan wrote a juicy, hero-worshippy biography called Leave the Fighting to McGuigan. If anything, Sheridan and George have made Danny even more a hero than McGuigan was. In Sheridan's book, for example, we read that the African boxer discussed above was hit so hard that he became comatose and later died, which almost caused an anguished McGuigan to give up fighting. In the movie Danny is a nonsectarian white knight, a paragon in the ring and out. (He doesn't even get carnal with Maggie.) He rehabilitates his old, soused trainer, Ike Weir (Ken Stott), and destroys a hidden cache of IRA explosives. He even ends up winning over Maggie's furious son Liam (Ciaran Fitzgerald), who at first resents Danny's political nonviolence and growing attachment to his mother.
Day-Lewis and Watson look great together; they create drama just by walking side by side through East Belfast. Their pairing may not have the blessing of the IRA but it answers to a higher power.
Having put these two together, however, Sheridan doesn't draw out their best. Danny is sullen for too long, and his scenes with Maggie at times have a conventional Hollywood movie-star ardor. It's almost as if Sheridan conceived The Boxer as a cross between a political semidocumentary about the Troubles and an old Warner Bros. prizefighting melodrama, with perhaps some On the Waterfront thrown in. Danny's protracted strong-silent act has its depth charges, but it's also a little dull.
Still, Day-Lewis is such a remarkable actor that you never for a minute believe this man is anything but a boxer. You can see how Danny would want to feel pain in the ring again if only to bring some sensation back into his life. Day-Lewis is poised for a great performance in The Boxer, but the script isn't up to his weight class. He's upstaged by the way the film dwells on IRA machinations and the look and feel of the Belfast streets. And as well done as that material is here, it's nothing new. It can't compare to what might have been: a full-scale performance by Daniel Day-Lewis as an Irish raging bull, a rebel with a cause.
Written by Jim Sheridan and Terry George; directed by Sheridan; with Daniel Day-Lewis, Emily Watson, Gerard McSorley, and Brian Cox.
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