“Fist Fight” Review ✦✧✧✧✧

7 March, 2017

Director: Richie Keen
Screenwriters: Van Robichaux, Evan Susser
Director of Photography: Eric Alan Edwards
Ice Cube, Charlie Day, Tracy Morgan

Synopsis: Two high school teachers trying to get through their last day of school before summer vacation develop an intense rivalry after one inadvertently gets the other fired, leading the unemployed professor to challenge his adversary to a fist fight in front of the entire school.

Fist Fight Review:

A useless combination of situational humour and after-school fisticuffs, “Fist Fight” sees brains and brawn in total deadlock while the producers of forgettable drivel like “The Internship,” “Hall Pass,” and “How to Be Single” deliver a faculty-based fight that’s about as cringeworthy as a Rocky Balboa v. Tommy Gunn rematch. Combining the logistics of an amateur street brawl with the groan-inducing puns of an improvised high school comedy, the movie is a grudge match from hell, relying on flat analogies and brushstroke politics to carry its incessant noise as it fails to unearth anything past the first layer of its frothy storytelling.

A movie made for the teenagers that it so scornfully depicts, “Fist Fight” is yet another loosely written comedy that hinges on a completely preventable premise and it fails to justify its titular fight which is almost avoided only to finally fall into place as part of its hare-brained chain of events. Whining his way into an undeserved lead role, Charlie Day becomes the snivelling possum to Ice Cube’s grunting rhinoceros as the mismatched pair square-up in a film that dedicates more time to nonsensical meta-humour than it does to the violent brawl that the plot so desperately clings onto.

By flubbing his line within the first five minutes, Day subconsciously indicates what’s to come in a movie where even the aspect ratio screams direct-to-DVD. It’s a momentary slip-up indicating a severe level of incompetence by all those involved and the production quickly trips up on a much grander scale, fumbling the ball on almost every joke in the summertime alternative to last year’s equally dreadful “Office Christmas Party.” With the same unworkable sketches and maddening product placement that we’ve seen a thousand times before, the movie is brought to life by actors, writers, and editors whose ‘school’s out for summer’ screenplay flops into theatres like an Adam Sandler version of “Dead Poets Society.” There’s no key ingredients here. It’s nothing but a fridge full of condiments.


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