Challengers: The Physics of the Volley
Bref, they told me it was a film about a love triangle. They lied. It is a film about sweat, leverage, and the kinetic violence of an object moving at 130 miles per hour. Luca Guadagnino’s Challengers does not observe a tennis match; it forces you to duck. I browse the public forums and I see the audience arguing. Mon Dieu, it never stops. Half of them are swept away by what they call a “purely pleasurable film,” while the other half complain that they “don’t understand the positive reviews” at all. They argue endlessly about the characters’ morals. They argue about the plot. They miss the point entirely. The brilliance of this film is not found in its narrative; it is found in its physical execution. ...