Film

Requiem for a Heavyweight

Name: Requiem for a Heavyweight
Genre: Drama
Released: 1962
Cast: Anthony Quinn, Jackie Gleason, Mickey Rooney, Julie Harris, Stanley Adams

Adapted from Rod Serling's Emmy-winning teleplay, this is a quiet gut-punch about what happens after the final bell rings for good. Anthony Quinn's punch-drunk fighter, cut loose by his exploitative manager, scrambles for some kind of dignity and direction outside the ring. Slow, aching, theatrical in the best sense — for anyone who wants character over spectacle and doesn't mind sitting with sadness.

TMDb rating

7.2

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