'Christy' undercuts its fierce and committed star

If you see "Christy," you'll remember Christy the person, not "Christy" the movie.

- ROBERT ABELE

SYDNEY Sweeney portrays Christy Martin in a new biopic that chronicles the real-life champion boxer.

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This biopic of West Virginia's other famous coal miner's daughter Christy Martin, the first female boxer to make the cover of Sports Illustrated, is an efficiently inspiring and harrowing one when the physically transformed, emotionally present Sydney Sweeney is holding the screen as Martin. But otherwise, under David Michôd's direction, it's one more machine-pressed product that may as well have been chatbot-prompted into existence.

That's a shame because early on, when butch, athletic, semi-openly gay Christy is just a picked-on high schooler punching her way into feeling good about herself, you can detect a keen level of attention, especially in the script by Mirrah Foulkes and Michôd, to what's unspoken in these types of tales: the violence and verve that can mark a boxing talent and the pressure to conform in a male-dominated sport. In this case, it leads Christy to deny a part of her identity.