Meg Ryans bizarrely altered facial
features struggle in vain to express some
emotion in this lifeless, cliché-ridden
boxing picture that gives new meaning to
the words "crap fest." While not as awful
as hot-pepper colonoscopy, this films
tired story of the woman who must
struggle against sexism in a mans world
is so contrived and overdone that you can
pretty much write the ending yourself.
Omar Epps struggles valiantly in the role
of Poorly Written Boxing Stereotype, and
Charles S. Dutton does the same as
Hackneyed Fight Trainer Who Spouts
Formulaic Dialogue, but they cant save
this film from collapsing under the weight
of its unbridled awfulness.