By: Meg Schmit
In a world perched on the edge of political correctness, you could say we all get a little tense at times. We are all more aware of what it means to be a bully, offensive, or inconsiderate, and it makes us a lot more polite and pre-thinking people – however, it also builds up a lot of internal pressure.
The modern world expects us to release negative energy into productivity – work, exercise, hobbies – or relaxation – meditation, yoga, talking. Yet, every single one of us has had a moment of violent emotion that has no acceptable outlet in society; instead, the practice of bottling-in has become standard.
Say hello to Fist Fight, the terribly sloppy film that leaves you sighing in relief.
Fist Fight, from the previews, is predictably a mediocre comedy. It has big players like Charlie Day and Ice Cube, but lacks the clever undercuts of humor. Instead, it rams you full on with silly stupid violence and acts of rebellion.
As I watched, the film seemed to poke fun at all the serious, offensive things that would make most of us shudder to think of in real life – and unfortunately often happen, like the lack of funding and discipline in public schools, the under-appreciation of teachers, and inappropriate teacher-student behavior.
The way it is resolved, however, is through something extremely taboo in modern America – a fist fight. A furious long-winded, fully condoned fist fight. As you watch, you can feel all of the pent up pressure leaving your body as you succumb to the exhilaration of this ridiculous climax. It’s hilarious, violent, and strangely therapeutic. It is the epic example of cinematic release.
So for all that Fist Fight lacks in plot, character development, and witty humor – it makes up for the catharsis viewers feel when leaving the theater – so they can go on to live another peaceful, politically correct day.