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Will Smith is eerily like Ali. It’s like Cassiuss Clay is playing himself. I remember watching Clay fight in the Olympics and Smith has him down pat. I’d admired Ali for being willing to go to prison for his convictions instead of fleeing to Canada like all the other bed-wetting, Mommas boys who opposed the War in Viet Nam. Jon Voight is favorable as Howard Cosell, who was a nobody until he weaseled his device into Ali’s life. I understand that Smith and Voight both received Academy Award nominations for their roles in this disappear. I wonder how Smith “bulked up” for this role.

Highly recommended for fans of Will Smith, Jon Voight, boxing the blueprint it utilize to be, and Cassius Clay, aka Mohammed Ali.

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Gunner April, 2008

Having seen Ali twice now, I am no closer to coming to any conclusions on what I deem about it. Very few films have forced me to debate my opinions on the art of film and what constitutes big art and what constitutes failed huge art. Ali gets so powerful fair and the narrative is told with more verve than almost any other film this year. And yet for a film that was so clearly a labor of worship made by focused, talented people we never accumulate a obvious portrait of the subject and we are constantly let down by a script that is often itsy-bitsy more than an impressionistic sketch of a potentially grand screenplay.

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Why is Malcolm X’s relationship with Ali given an entire third of the film’s running length only for it to be completely forgotten for the next two hours? Did Malcolm X’s assassination continue to haunt Ali? Were there any further emotional repercussions and regrets for shunning him fair before his death? Did the assassination have any carry out on Ali’s relationship with the Nation of Islam? As Malcolm X, Mario Van Peebles gives a charismatic performance, completely stepping out of the grand shadow of Denzel Washington’s portrayal. Peebles’ Malcolm is a more pensive, timorous figure. He is also the only character in the film to be given his bear scenes without Ali being point to. This confused me more the second time around. Why did they give so mighty weight to a storyline that is never brought up again for the rest of the film? It felt like an easy opportunity to grab viewers by presenting another major figure in American history as bait.

Michael Mann has gone on portray stating that the ten year span of Ali winning his first world title to regaining the crown from George Foreman seemed to be the most intense and dramatic decade of the substantial man’s life. And while there is never a shortage of historic moments and tall conflict, the impact is muted by the lack of depth in the storytelling. We never glean inside a single character’s head, never quite catch what we are supposed to win away from what we are shown. The ending, with Ali & co. celebrating the glorious Foreman upset, does not ring fair with anything we are presented with over the course of the approach 3 hour film. Anyone with a passing knowledge of Ali’s life knows that it begans to go steadily downhill for his career and his health after Zaire. At no point are we prepared as an audience to be left on a Rocky Balboa-esque impress of corny triumph.

Ali also shines brilliantly on several fronts. Every actor in this film is riveting in their commitment to character and memoir. It was very intelligent to cast an ensemble of dependably marvelous actors such as Jeffrey Wright, Ron Silver and Jon Voight in key supporting roles. Jeffrey Wright brings his usual quicksilver intelligence to the role of the photographer who follows Ali throughout both their careers and who himself is a mirror of the social upheaval of the times. Ron Silver, as Angelo Dundee, is an anchor of paternal warmth. Miles away from the feral mastermind villains he often plays, he makes it determined that his only interest is in the well being of his fighter. Unselfish and unwaivering, he is a calming presence throughout. Jon Voight, as Howard Cosell, is worthy in his ability to bag the balance between the flamboyance of the section and the no-frills realism required to maintain it from turning into a sketch comedy fragment. Voight is one of the rare few immense actors, along with Sir Ralph Richardson and Fredric March, to acquire a third career wind as a pricelessly eccentric supporting actor.

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As “Wife #1,” “Wife #2,” and “Wife #3″ (at least that is how the film presents them) Nona Gaye fares the best as #2. Sane, practical and protective of her husband, she radiates female strength and makes Ali peek foolish for not taking her council.

Jamie Foxx, as cornerman “Bundini” Brown, is a revelation. Having already proven himself a major actor with his turn in Any Given Sunday, he is altogether something else here. Especially in the film’s final hour, his mastery of body language is something to perceive. Study the scene where he defends Ali after the bitter Frazier bout. Truly an wonderful section of work. Foxx is valorous in making the character as pitiful as he is hilarious. At his best, which he is in this film, Jamie Foxx turns his line readings into poetry in the same draw that Richard Pryor could design his stand-up material fly into literature on a genuine night.

And then there is Will Smith as The Man himself. There’s something about playing a boxer that seems to spark actors to give career-defining performances. John Garfield, Robert Ryan, Robert DeNiro and now Will Smith. Smith improves on many of Ali’s riffs by giving them an actor’s refined sense of timing and showmanship. This makes up for the lack of legitimate suprise that Ali himself created so effortlessly. Smith also shows a plain mean bolt in the champ’s easy dominance over slower, less artful opponents. Nowhere is that more apparent than in the unforgettable opening fight against Sonny Liston, played out in almost right time. Having established his physical and intelligent dominance over his opponent, Smith as Ali is merciless in dissecting them. And while the film fails us by never showing us the inner man, Smith keeps our attention glued to the hide with his presence and talent.

One of the few films to really merit the much-abused ticket lines “No middle ground” and “Fancy it or dislike it” Ali proves itself to be a broad achievement fair by the fact that it makes one care greatly in the first status. A film that deserves to endure and be watched by generations to arrive. Maybe one of them will figure it out for us.
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