Real Steel Reviews
Demonstrates the way CGI- driven bot cinema can fruitfully coexist with father-and-son bonding cinema to create charming entertainment - part warm hugs and part cold clang.
All things considered, it is a well-wrought piece of entertainment, confidently paced, although its necessary subplots are little more than dutiful filler sandwiched between fight sequences.
Though the premise of fighting robots does seem a plausible and intriguing extension of the contemporary WWE world, Real Steel is hampered by leaden, cliched moments in which a stubborn boy teaches his childish father a valuable lesson.
The movie uses every trick it can to pull this off, which means using us. But to paraphrase Bill Withers, I want to spread the news that if it feels this good getting used, then keep on using me until you use me up.
Atom is complimented by a ringside announcer for displaying a fighting style that's "almost human." This is about the highest praise the mechanistic, spare-parts melodrama of Real Steel deserves.
"Real Steel" is a real movie. It has characters, it matters who they are, it makes sense of its action, it has a compelling plot. This is the sort of movie, I suspect, young viewers went to the "Transformers" movies looking for.
This is real movie making that packs a solid entertainment punch, proving it doesn't matter what the genre is if genuinely talented and dedicated people are pulling the strings instead of hacks.
Though set in a future where boxing has gotten so intense only high-tech robots have what it takes to compete, Real Steel still trusts a good, old-fashioned father-son drama to deliver the thrills.
It's so virtual, so distant from the thrill, that you wonder what the point is. Do you really want to pay to watch an actor playing a kid who in turn plays what amounts to a video game?