Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you're into the history of boxing or just like seeing how people moved before the internet ruined our posture, yeah, catch this. It’s barely a few minutes long. If you want a deep plot or three-act structure, look elsewhere—like Vanity Fair or something with actual dialogue.
Joe Louis is a machine here. There’s no other way to put it. He moves with this weird, terrifying efficiency that makes Retzlaff look like he’s fighting in slow motion.
There’s a moment where Louis just lands a shot and you can see the *exact second* Retzlaff decides he’s had enough. It isn’t cinematic in the way we see in movies today. It’s just blunt.
Honestly, I kept waiting for Phil Collins to pop up because he was listed in the credits, but he definitely isn't in this. Maybe it's a database glitch, or maybe I missed him in the back row wearing a fedora. Who knows.
This isn't as lighthearted as Ridin' Gents, obviously. It’s just two guys in a ring, and the film stock is so scratched it feels like you're watching it through a screen door. But there's something real about that.
It’s a short burst of energy. Watch it once, marvel at how fast Louis's hands are, and then go do something else. 🥊
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