Film

The Champ

Name: The Champ
Genre: Drama
Released: 1979
Cast: Jon Voight, Faye Dunaway, Ricky Schroder, Jack Warden, Arthur Hill

Other titles called The Champ: the 1931 film.

Sports drama

A washed-up boxer clings to his son and a fading dream of redemption in the ring. *The Champ* is a raw, emotional bruiser built on the father-son relationship at its core—Jon Voight and young Ricky Schroder create something genuinely moving beneath the sports-film scaffolding. It's for anyone who believes sentiment, when earned, is sacred.

TMDb rating

3.5

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