(Lyn Gardner’s article appeared in the Guardian, 8/9.)
Horse-riding is apparently more dangerous than boxing. So is mountain climbing. But neither involve one person repeatedly hitting another in search of the killer punch. Boxing is in essence a blood sport. The knockout power of Frantic Assembly's co-production with the National Theatre of Scotland is that it offers a glimpse into another world. It makes you understand the thrill and the sweat, the pain and the power, the gnawing hunger and what the phrase "seeing stars" really means. This is not a pretty 100 minutes, but it taps into the natural affinities of boxing and theatre to look at the motivations of a group of young men, and a woman, training in Bobby Burgess's gym, a place where the trainer is god and the discipline is iron.
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