Summary
A chalk-dusted academic, his lectures once the only arena where he traded jabs, discovers that the ivory tower’s oxygen has thinned; the marriage bed turned glacial, the seminar rooms echo like mausoleums. One winter dusk he follows a trail of cigar smoke and bookie whispers into a basement club where leather gloves slap like erasers against the slate of his former life. Under a single swinging bulb he signs a scrap of paper that promises one sanctioned brawl—eight rounds, winner-take-all—and suddenly the man who parsed Milton for freshmen must parse the geometry of his own blood in the spit bucket. Each sparring session peels away the tweed: knuckles swell, ribs tint the color of examination ink, the mirror returns a stranger carved from gristle and dread. His wife, scenting chalk replaced by liniment, begs him to choose syllabi over stitches; instead he chooses the roaring haze of fight night, where every cheer is a dare and every bell a dissertation on pain. In the cinematic negative of campus quadrangles, bookies circle like tenure committees, gamblers quote odds the way colleagues quote Foucault, and the professor learns that the sweet science demands footnotes written in bruise. When the final round arrives, the camera clings to his trembling pupils—blackboard-wide, inked with the equation of whether a man can still recognize himself once the crowd falls silent and the purse is counted in empty beer glasses.
Synopsis
The troubles of a college professor straying from the domestic and academic fold to yield to the lure of a prize fight.
Director
Cast
