Fight! Fight! Fight!

Posted by Prince Gomolvilas
ON Monday, April 27, 2009

I didn't invite any of my friends to accompany me to see the new Channing Tatum film, Fighting, because, when I watch porn, I like to watch it alone. Don't you?

Yes, I know that the movie is billed as an uber-masculine action flick about underground street fighting, but, for me, Channing Tatum punching things in a wife-beater is an erotic experience.

Sure, he's a fine actor (perfectly charming in the very entertaining Step Up and She's the Man and compelling in Stop-Loss) and he brings a convincing mix of desperation and decency to his role as street-tough Shawn MacArthur, but you can't fault me for objectifying a man who launched his career as an underwear model:

Anyway, Fighting features some brutal fight scenes with true primal appeal (didn't Susan Sontag praise boxing at some point in her career?), as well as a comic and sad performance by Terrance Howard, who seems to be doing a butched-up variation of Michael Jackson's voice, playing MacArthur's de facto manager.

The filmmakers must've read my mind because the movie climaxes with a violent shirtless fight scene on a skyscraper rooftop. Aren't you fascinated by how I find joy in the little things in life?

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  1. jterry Said,

    I'm sorry, is this post about something? I keep getting stuck on the second picture.


  2. Peter Varvel Said,

    Thank you. I never remember this actor's name because I'm always too distracted by his arms and bare torso, his defined deltoids and his chiseled jaw line, and, and . . . what were we talking about?


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