There’s no disputing that The Iron Claw is coarse, bruising and emotionally shameless — a death-trip family flick with an arch-villain of a paterfamilias (Holt McCallany’s Fritz Von Erich) whose malice is barely addressed by his sons and never confronted.
And all of it colored by the fraudulence of the “sport” of wrestling itself — a rancid charade that makes you want to barf or at least turn away.
And the grotesque, eye-rolling spectacle of one son after another almost comically succumbing to the black void like Radio City Rockettes dancers performing choreographed splits…it’s somewhere between nauseating, hilarious and ludicrous.
There’s another thing that’s beyond dispute, and that’s the fact that those who are earnestly praising this beyond-bizarre, blue-collar soap opera should never, ever be trusted.
I’m dead serious — the critics and HE commenters who’ve given Sean Durkin’s film a gold star and a back rub are dishonest people, or at the very least completely unmitigated and certainly undisciplined by what most of us would call “taste”.
For the rest of their lives these knaves, these one-eyed jacks, these human-sized hunks of gravel will have to answer for their praise for this garbage dump of a film…it will stalk them in perpetuity.
Chicago Reader critic Micco Caparale, 12.19:
N.Y. Post critic Johnny Oleksinksi:
Incidentally: Before yesterday’s screening of The Iron Claw I hadn’t realized how short The Bear ‘s Jeremy Allen White is. The guy is only 5’ 7”, or seven inches shorter than the late Kerry Von Erich (whom he plays in the film) and an inch shorter than Humphrey Bogart.