In The Iron Claw, the determined father employs strict uncompromising codes, to drive his children to pursue excellence and become prominent exceptional wrestlers.
They do experience a lot of success and the family becomes well-known and respected.
But the lack of compassion and blunt disappointment leads to habitual shock and dismay.
One brother, driven by high expectations, refuses to see a doctor when he becomes quite ill. He has to keep up appearances to become world champion. And unfortunately dies in his hotel room.
The 4 brothers love their father but he's a cold and stubborn man, who refuses to embrace even harmless emotions as he drives his children to become the best.
As they strive to superlatively improve they're totally reliant on his admiration, as well as each other and their mom but they seek his attention in the cloistered enclave.
But he judges seeking attention as weak which leads to genuine familial dysfunction.
Two sons even take their own lives.
One still resiliently soldiers on.
My dad wasn't Mr. Affection but he wasn't a prick either. And he was proud of what I was doing. And let it show from time to time.
In regards to competition, I have to admit that I'm heavily influenced by Fish: The Surfboard Documentary. Within, a talented surfer loses a competition and points out that he felt awful because he lost, even though he had performed exceptionally well. He therefore stopped taking part in future competitions because they made him feel awful.
That makes a lot of sense to me and most likely millions of others.
The Iron Claw's a cool critical examination of sport.
In the end championing the human factor.
Just gotta note if the strategy's working.
If it ain't, there's alternative options.
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