Bennett
Miller redefines the classic American male in terms such a male might
understand. Or, in terms the man who has been conditioned to consider himself
thus might understand. The coarse chanting that closes Foxcatcher reverberates through one's mind into the credits, the
depth of its penetration frighteningly far into the psyche of a confused,
broken, susceptible mind. Channing Tatum's face is a golden canvas for abuse,
open, blank, the perfect receptacle for a ruthless hunter's warped
insecurities. What John du Pont cannot comprehend - what none of these
misguided men can - is that they are not the hunters: these vulnerable
individuals are the prey of society, of a culture that plies them with praise
in expectation, and rejects them in humiliation when they inevitably come up
short. A sexless, mostly woman-less sealed environment, the wrestling circles
of Foxcatcher provide a safe space
for men who have failed to fit into that society, but such wounded souls, so
unwilling to admit to their own deficiencies in the hope that they will, some
day, meet what has been expected of them, are incapable of maintaining harmony
here. Miller operates on the terms of his characters throughout, expressing
emotional content through physical interpretation, touch and sight
communicating what speech and thought can't. And injury to the body thereby
means injury to the mind, degrading the male in his very essence; even the
wealthy, irresponsible males who appear dominant to the classically superior,
'stronger' man at first are delivered a fitting pummelling - again, on their
terms, through more direct psychological humiliation. du Pont must escape his
own legacy, destined to reach its pathetic end at his hands, and the
expectation that carries, and also his own physicality, and the shame it
unavoidably brings upon him. Three men, three supposedly formidable forces,
collide in this horrible comedy / hilarious horror film, their encounters
reimagining the traditional sports drama in that most historically 'shameful'
of concepts: latent homoeroticism. Foxcatcher
mocks most specifically the culture that expects heteronormative
simplicity, and rejects those unable to conform. The naive jock, the closeted
creep and the sensitive bear dry hump themselves into obscurity, punishment and
death, respectively. A fitting end for any would-be 'classic American male'.
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