I have a thing for boxing. And that’s the first time I’ve ever said that “out loud.” My thing isn’t really the fanatic type. I don’t follow any boxer — not even my fellow Filipino, Manny Pacquiao (the only reason why I know so much about him is because he’s everywhere — TV, radio, print, online, our government…); and no, I don’t know the difference between a featherweight and a lightweight. So tournaments are not my stuff.
My thing for boxing is more of a sport-exercise thing. Nothing squeezes me like a sponge like boxing. I started boxing last 2010 and had the most gruesome first day. For one thing, I didn’t have my own gloves yet. So I had to borrow the gloves from Elorde in Tektite, Ortigas (which was the gym where I trained). At 7PM, I’m probably the Nth person to train. So the gloves were all wet from previous boxers’ sweat. YUCK. Y-U-C-K! Yuck is even an understatement! It was so wet from sweat that it seeped through my hand wraps! It was horrible — like dipping your fingers in a used toilet bowl. YUCK!
OK, maybe it wasn’t all that bad. I found that I picked it up real quick — and had I not been overweight, I would’ve easily floated like a butterfly and stung like a bee. I loved the speed ball, the punching bag, and the hanging ball. I hated the mits but they were the best sweat ever. I despised the sit-ups — i mean… aren’t sit-ups supposed to be the hardest part of an exercise program? In boxing, you do sit-ups as your cool down. INSANE! Now that I think about it, what I have with boxing is a love-hate relationship. It’s hate only because it destroys my unwanted figure so badly. And it pumps so much adrenaline and endorphins that at the end of every night of boxing, I leave the gym happy.
All that is probably the reason why I couldn’t help but keep my hands in a ball, squeezed up in front of my face, with my feet shuffling on the floor, as I sat and watched one of the coolest movies of 2011, “Real Steel.”
Even the poster is cool.
The first time I saw it, I literally screamed inside the cinemas during one of the first climaxes of the movie. Kulang nalang tumayo ako sa sobrang excitement! I was literally cheering on Atom, the star robot of the movie. So if you’re a boxing fan like I am, watching this movie should be a no-brainer. But for those who aren’t and are probably still thinking if they should watch this flick — here are three reasons why you should: (don’t worry, I won’t spoil it for you)
1. It’s good exercise. Not all movies can do this. As I mentioned earlier, I was shuffling my feet, tensing my arms with balled fists, breathing so fast I could feel my heart pump faster. You’ll be burning that tub of popcorn WHILE watching the movie. Other people in the cinema were also clapping their hands in the air at some point. And after we left the movie house, there were two kids who couldn’t help but replay the scenes with their own punches and jabs. Even my mom got carried away all the way to our journey back home. She was punching and saying “ka-chow, ka-jam!” Haha! So if you’re worried about missing a session in the gym to watch a movie, this one’s for you.
2. It’s an underdog movie. And like what my brother said, “Who doesn’t love an underdog movie? The reason why we don’t get so excited about the Manny Pacquiao fights nowadays is because he isn’t underdog anymore.” The movie’s got human connection and the beauty of human interest down to a pat that you won’t notice getting sucked into it. Sure, there were some parts that weren’t properly transitioned, but the action and the magic of victory from the grime covers up for it.
3. It’s got Hugh Jackman in it. I mean, do I even have to explain this? Now, I know this could be a deal breaker for some, but this new kid, Dakota Goyo is a good kid actor! He reminds me so much of Jake Lloyd who played young Anakin Skywalker from Star Wars Episode 1: The Phantom Menace. See?
It’s action with just the right hints of drama and romance. A perfect family flick — or even a cool friendly date flick. Now, let’s see what movie I should see next, shall we?