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The film tells the story of two boxers and their problems. One of them is on the decline of his career while the other one just begins his ascent in this sport.

According to Stacy Keach, Sixto Rodriguez knocked him out during their fight scene and that shot appears in the film.

John Huston initially wanted Marlon Brando to play the role of Tully. When Brando informed Huston repeatedly that he needed some more time to think about it, Huston finally came to the conclusion that the star wasn't really interested and looked out for another actor until he finally cast the then relatively unknown Stacy Keach.

The only movie John Huston directed about boxing. Huston had once been a boxer himself.

John Huston originally wanted Beau Bridges to play Ernie, but the actor felt he was too old. He recommended his own brother, Jeff Bridges for the part.

In a 30th October 1984 taping of 'Family Feud', Richard Dawson commented that 'Fat City' was his favorite movie and that he was disappointed that it hadn't been re-released.

Under the then-extant rules, Stacy Keach should have been awarded Best Actor honors from the New York Film Critics Circle for his portrayal of Tully, as it required only a plurality of the vote. Keach was the top vote-getter for Best Actor. At the time, the NYCC was second in prestige only to the Academy Awards (and some actors and filmmakers considered it a superior honor) and was a major influence on subsequent Oscar nominations. A vocal faction of the NYFCC, dismayed by the rather low percentage of votes that would have given Keach the award, successfully demanded a rule change so that the winner would have to obtain a majority. In subsequent balloting, Keach failed to win a majority of the vote, and he lost ground to his main rival, Marlon Brando in Der Pate (1972) However, Brando could not gain a majority either. A compromise candidate, Laurence Olivier in Mord mit kleinen Fehlern (1972) eventually was awarded Best Actor honors.

Paul Le Mat auditioned for a role. While he wasn't picked, his audition did get the attention of casting agent Fred Roos, which led to Le Mat getting the part of John Milner in American Graffiti (1973).

Director John Huston decided to direct this film after he read the 'Fat City' (1969) novel on which the film is based by writer Leonard Gardner. The movie's producer Ray Stark had given Huston the novel.

Director John Huston has said of this film: "I believed very much in the film but would have been happy if it was well received by a selective audience" and "Personally, I admire the down-and-outers depicted in the film, people who have the heroism to take it on the chin in life as well as in the ring."

Director John Huston once commented that he went to Lincoln Heights High School because of the excellent boxing program there despite the fact that it was in a rougher part of the city. Huston said: "I remember there was a place called Madison Square Gardens and it was on Central Avenue, which was a black community. They used to make up posters for the fights [and] make up weights. The fighters would go round the night of the fight and pick out names...If you had red hair, you'd be Red O'Reilly, something like that. I remember fighting there one night under two different names!."

The film is included among the "1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die" edited by Steven Schneider.

At the start of the scene when Ernie (Jeff Bridges) and Faye (Candy Clark) discuss pregnancy and marriage in the car, the intro to Bread's "If", a hit ballad that climbed to no. 4 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 in the spring of 1971, starts up on the car radio. Ernie then irritably switches stations a couple of times before settling on the original station again, so the rest of "If" plays out under their dialogue.

Debut theatrical feature film of actress Candy Clark and actors Curtis Cokes, Ruben Navarro, Billy Walker, and Sixto Rodriguez.

Curtis Cokes, who played Earl, was in real life a world welterweight boxing champion, but did not portray a boxer in the movie.

A few of director John Huston's old boxer mates from his old boxing days were cast by him in the movie in bit parts and supporting roles.

The film has been notable for its use of the 1970 country music ballad "Help Me Make It Through the Night" sung by Kris Kristofferson and which is heard during both the start and end of the movie. The movie features instrumental arrangements of the song and is the picture's signature theme song. When studying at Oxford University, Kristofferson actually won a Blue university sport award for boxing.

Of the film's photography, according to the book 'Sports in the Movies' (1982) by Ronald Bergman, "most of the light is artificial light in bars and above the ring." The picture is featured as an example in the art of cinematography documentary 'Visions of Light' (1992).

First theatrical feature film that director John Huston directed entirely in America since 'The Misfits' (1961) which was an interval of about eleven years.

The meaning and relevance of the film and source novel's 'Fat City' title is, according to a 29th August 1969 LIFE magazine interview by Michael Durham with the film's source novelist Leonard Gardner, as follows: "Lots of people have asked me about the title of my book. It's part of Negro slang. When you say you want to go to 'Fat City', it means you want the good life. I got the idea for the title after seeing a photograph of a tenement in an exhibit in San Francisco. 'Fat City' was scrawled in chalk on a wall. The title is ironic: 'Fat City' is a crazy goal no one is ever going to reach."

The film's source 'Fat City' (1969) book by source novelist Leonard Gardner is the first and only ever published novel written by him.

Actresses Margot Kidder and Jennifer Salt auditioned for this film.

The movie was nominated for one Academy Award in 1973 for Best Actress in a Supporting Role for Susan Tyrrell but lost out to Eileen Heckart for 'Butterflies Are Free' (1973).

The film features actress Susan Tyrrell's only ever Oscar nominated performance which was in the Academy Award category of Best Actress in a Supporting Role for playing the character of Oma.

The nick-name of Ruben (Nicholas Colasanto) was "Rube".

Director John Huston himself had been during his younger years for a short time an amateur semi-professional boxing champion in Los Angeles, California.

The film's and source novel's 'Fat City' title had been a nick-name for Stockton in California where both the movie and source book are both set.

All of the skid row setting featured in the film's source 1969 novel by Leonard Gardner was demolished during the 1965-1969 West End Redevelopment in Stockton, California.

The skid row scenes were shot in the environs and outer fringes of the demolished original skid row region of Stockton, California. This region was also re-developed about a year after 'Fat City' had completed filming in order to make way for the Crosstown Freeway / Ort Lofthus Freeway.

The picture featured a number of real-life current and former boxers and/or boxing champions in the cast. They included: Art Aragon, Curtis Cokes, Álvaro López, Wayne Mahan, and Ruben Navarro.

At about the age of sixteen the film's director John Huston had seen the classic historic Jack Dempsey vs. Luis Ángel Firpo fight on 14th September 1923 at the Polo Grounds in New York City. Huston reportedly once commented that it made terrific theater.

The film's director John Huston said that this movie was "about the spiritual process of the defeated and the futility and indestructibility of hope."

According to a March 1971 edition of show-business trade paper 'Daily Variety' the Columbia Pictures and the film's producer Ray Stark had made a deal for this studio to make and release this picture.

Final theatrical feature film of lightweight boxing champion Art Aragon who portrayed the character of Babe. Aragon had appeared in a number of film and television productions since the early 1950s and continued to appear in some television shows right up until around 1980.

Álvaro López, who appears uncredited in the film as Rosales, was actually a local boxer from Stockton in California, where this picture was filmed.

Boxer Álvaro López later appeared about a dozen years later in a similarly titled picture called 'Fear City' (1984) where he played Rio's Manager and was also that later movie's boxing coordinator.

Actor Al Silvani, who appeared uncredited in the film as the referee at the Tully-Lucero Fight, later appeared in three 'Rocky' pictures - 'Rocky' (1976), 'Rocky II' (1979), and 'Rocky III' (1982). Silvani also later appeared in Clint Eastwood's bare-knuckle fight film comedy 'Every Which Way But Loose' (1978) and such boxing movies as 'Dempsey' (1983), 'Goldie and the Boxer' (1979), 'The All-American Boy' (1973), and 'Goldie and the Boxer Go to Hollywood' (1981).

Besides 'Fat City', which was an early nick-name for the city of Stockton where the film and its source novel was both set and filmed, other early nick-names for Stockton included Mudville and Weberville, as well as California's Sunrise Seaport. Moreover, Stockton was originally going to have the place name of Tuleburg.

The movie was promoted on American movie posters upon its stateside theatrical release as being the surprise hit of that year's Cannes Film Festival.

Stacy Keach for this film in 1972 was awarded in a tie with Marlon Brando for 'The Godfather' (1972) the Best Actor award from the Kansas City Film Critics Circle Awards.

The picture was awarded the prestigious Grand Prix de l'UCC award by the Belgian Film Critics Association in 1974.

The film was made and first released about three years after its source novel of the same name by author Leonard Gardner had been first published in 1969. Gardner also penned the screenplay for the picture.

Reportedly, after a showing of this movie, champion boxer Muhammad Ali apparently said to the film's director John Huston: "Man that's for real, that's me talking up there."

Debut theatrical feature film of real life boxing champs Curtis Cokes and Ruben Navarro who portrayed Earl and Fuentes respectively.

According to a September 1969 edition of show-business trade paper 'Variety' the production of this picture was attached to the United Artists movie studio as its distributor. The movie later instead became a production of the Columbia Pictures studio.

Actor Jeff Bridges and director John Huston would later collaborate on 'Winter Kills' (1979) about seven years later but in this later movie Huston was not the director but an actor and the two cast members portrayed father and son.

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    • Author: Quphagie
    I had deliberately overlooked Fat City in the past believing it to be yet another twist on the formulaic and Hollywoodization of boxing stories. Was I wrong! I'm so glad that I unexpectedly caught this and was riveted from the get go. Fat City is an amazing film, made even more stellar by the casting of Stacy Keach, Jeff Bridges, Candy Clark and Nick Colasanto. It is hard to distinguish between these marvelous actors as their performances, under the hands of the maestro John Huston, are incredible. Stacy Keach is the focus however, and he carries the film with the able performances of the aforementioned. I believe this to be one of the most overlooked films of all time.

    The characters are a bunch of losers, but they don't know they're losers and keep reiterating their dreams. They operate on a level that is below average and live in impoverished surroundings, always believing that something good is around the corner. There is no big win in this, the wins remain around the corner.

    There's basically no beginning, middle and end. It is a study of the underbelly of a town in California, the seedy bars, the dirty restaurants, life in the one room with kitchen-in-a-corner of a walk-up fleabag hotel. Stacy Keach pulls you into this world, he lives and breathes the character he plays down to the last few minutes of screen time when he takes a look around the rathole of a restaurant he's in, surrounded by people like himself and the film freezes for about a minute before it moves on.

    You catch his stark awareness at that moment. And all of his life, past, present and future becomes crystal clear to him. You don't think he's going to do much with this newfound insight. It doesn't matter. And that's the point. Bleak and beautiful. All in the same minute of time. 9 out of 10. Thanks once again, Mr. Huston.
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    • Author: Brick my own
    John Huston is amazing to me. He defined an entire genre with his foot barely in the Hollywood door, then he kicked the door down and walked in to clear well deserved Oscars as both writer and director, he took his Oscars with him to Africa to get hammered with Erol Flynn and go out on safaris leaving behind him a big production to go to hell, then came back to find they had nailed a new door in place of the one he had torn down so he didn't bother to knock at all this time, he packed his things and went to a small dingy bar where Mexicans and barflies go to kill their time to make movies about killing time, movies about misfits and people who are dead inside, movies like Fat City and Under the Volcano, to adapt Flannery O'Connor and James Joyce, to soar above and beyond what anyone might have expected from any director of his generation. It's 1972 and John Huston is still relevant as ever. How many directors can you name who turned out some of their best material in their fifth decade directing movies? Venerable relics like Clint Eastwood move over, American cinema (not simply Hollywood) already had a patriarch in place long before any of you looked through a viewfinder.

    It's also amazing to me how an indomitable absolute badass of a successful director can know failure so well. This is a movie where people box but it's not about boxing. There's no triumph to be had here and the crowd gathered in the small suburban boxing hall in Stockton, California, to pass their time is not there to be pleased. Most of them are probably the same kind of deadbeat with no future and a sh-tty job as the third-grade boxers who beat each other for their amusement. We get the young upstart boxer with the fast legs and a bright future ahead of him if only someone could train him right but this character can only make sense when we see him standing next to Stacy Keach, the aging boxer who won't see thirty again and who maybe had a chance once but blew it for women and alcohol and now he's desperate for one last throw of the dice.

    The sad beauty of Fat City is that we're not looking at some kind of last defiant stand, we don't enter the ring for one last moment of triumph with the lights blaring bright and the crowd cheering, this is not The Wrestler anymore than it is Rocky, the lights were not only dimmed long ago but they probably never shone bright enough anywhere except in the protagonist's head. The closest Stacy Keach came to glory some odd 10 years ago was in itself a failure. Were his eyebrows slashed with a razor or not that fateful night down in Mexico we never find out. For most of its duration Fat City is a beaten man with sunken cheeks and a grim unshaven wan face wearing an expression of incredulous outrage.

    Then we're inside a rundown cafe, the walls are painted in sickly washed-out colors and old men play cards around tables in felt, and we sit down for one last cup of coffee on the cheap formica counter. We see the young boxer standing next to the washed-up has-been one who can't even be a mentor anymore and an old man, a walking shell of someone "who was maybe young once", comes over to serve us and it all makes sense. "Maybe he's happy" says the young one. "Maybe we all are" says the other, and we know we're not, life doesn't quite work out that way, but it's all we have. The old man turns and smiles a toothless smile (senile or knowing, who's to say) and Fat City fades out into one of the most touching heartfelt endings I've seen. Fatalists cannot afford to miss this one, it's the stuff dashed hopes and broken lives are made of. Rejoice.
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    • Author: Malodor
    The down-to-earth tale of two small hall boxers -- at the opposite ends of their careers -- and the blows they take in and out of the ring.

    This is one of the best American movies ever about normal working class lives where failure is common and the only thing you can do is pretend otherwise or drug it all away to nothing. I know why so many people prefer Rocky to this -- this is too real for them. Indeed it is almost too real for me!

    Stacey Keach was given the role of lifetime in this. He really does look like a failing boxer turned to flab (although maybe that is nature -- not punches!) trying to find a life (of sorts) beyond the ring. Bridges really does look and sound like the daydreamer believer that makes the boxing game go round. Johnny No Talent who thinks he is Mike Tyson when his face finally clears up.

    They don't make films like this anymore. The Europeans can, although they are rarely shown and end up too self indulgent. Everyone here gets what they deserve, which is sadly, very little. That is what sport is about in real life -- lots of people failing so that are very small few can succeed. The best the majority can hope for is some exercise and comradeship.

    (This contrasts with most sports movies -- which are about glory. Or at least glory through struggle.)

    This is the best late John Huston film and every single frame is a frame of reality and believability. Maybe that is what leads so many people to say "so what", the world outside their window has many of the same elements and there are many times you feel you are -- indeed -- looking at real life.
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    • Author: Foiuost
    The 1970s produced some of the greatest American movies of all time, that's indisputable. But while everyone focuses on (the admittedly very good) more famous works by Scorsese and Coppola, many equally worthwhile movies get little attention - 'Bring Me The Head Of Alfredo Garcia', 'Scarecrow', 'Fingers', 'Tracks', 'The Panic In Needle Park', 'Blue Collar', and this one, arguably John Huston's most underrated film. The four leads Stacey Keach ('The Ninth Configuration'), Jeff Bridges ('The Last Picture Show'), Susan Tyrrell ('The Killer Inside Me'), and Candy Clark ('American Graffiti') are all outstanding, and in Keach's case it's possibly his finest performance to date. What an underrated actor Keach is! This is a powerful and haunting look at the underbelly of American working class life, a subject very rarely dealt with honestly in contemporary Hollywood films. 'Fat City' doesn't deserve its obscurity. It is a small masterpiece. Highly recommended to people who value downbeat and realist dramas more than dumbed down popcorn "entertainment".
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    • Author: sobolica
    John Huston's 1972 production of FAT CITY is a masterpiece of film-making and acting. It's more than just a movie of boxing, it's symbolic of the American Dream gone depressingly wrong. Stacy Keach in the finest role of his outstanding career is symbolic of "every-man". His dreams are based on professional successes, which by gaining money and fame, he will be happy in his life. As we know in so many cases, that obtaining fame and money leads many people down an even deeper road of depression and self-destruction. For without emotional success, without love, a person is empty inside. A powerful film. Not a boxing film at all. Boxing is merely the symbolism here; fighting to succeed. "I win the fight and I get my wife back", says Keach's character, Billy Tully.

    A great movie, but one that leaves you feeling sad; pondering your own hopes, dreams, and desires. A remarkable supporting cast, high-lighted by a young Jeff Bridges, make FAT CITY one of John Huston's most memorable films. A Champion of movie-making.
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    • Author: Aradwyn
    Huston always had an eye for characters. His movies almost all dealt with the concerns of lower middle class working joes, the "regular fellows" with whom Huston somehow identified in the romantic Hemingwayesque lantern jawed "a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do" tradition. But his characters were more than mere macho he-men. They displayed genuine and uncommonly powerful vulnerabilities, hopes and dreams, flaws and finally cynicism. After an incredible first 20-plus creative years, Huston floundered for almost a decade with commercial and artistic disappointments (FREUD, THE BIBLE, THE KREMLIN LETTER, SINFUL DAVEY among them) before coming back to his wheelhouse with the carefully subdued yet deeply affecting character study FAT CITY.

    FAT CITY is a grand return to form for Huston precisely because it is so indelibly imbued with real life in the form of its unforgettably true characters. None of these people are particularly remarkable individuals (frankly they are mostly below average in self-awareness, skills and intelligence), yet because Huston is so skillful at revealing character through the carefully structured unfolding (and gradual unhinging) of Keach's character, we are given insights which Keach (and Bridges and Candy Clark and the wonderful Nicholas Colasanto) can't make for themselves because they are too close to their own situations. Bridges has a nice interlude and Colasanto is so good in his limited Burgess Meredith Mickeyesque role, but the heart of this movie is Stacy Keach, who rises to the occasion with uncommon subtlety and power. It is a rare movie that can document losers in their daily lives without editorializing or sermonizing. FAT CITY takes an unflinching glance at these people and shows us things which seem prosaic on the surface but which upon examination hide deeper meaning (and heartbreak).

    There are no pyrotechnics, no real twists, no witty or stand out dialogue exchanges, not much going on with the camera (though Hall's coloring is as always very well chosen), and very little budget on display in FAT CITY. It appears Huston shot pretty much everything on location in the flophouses around Stockton, CA. Yet the performances are uniformly outstanding and we come to care about these losers as they fumpher through life kidding themselves about where they've been, where they are and where they are going. I can't think of a movie where less actually happens to the characters (maybe BARFLY) but where I still find myself so deeply involved. Whenever I see it playing on the tube I generally stay with it all the way. There are very few movies in that league for me.

    Warning: do NOT go in expecting crowd-pleasing Rocky-esque boxing sequences. This is less the story of a Rocky and more the story of a Spider Rico (the "ham n' egger" Rocky beats up in his first fight and from whom we never hear again.) The movie disguises itself as a Horato Alger-like comeback or underdog story initially, but it is ultimately one of the bleakest, realest character studies you're ever likely to see. One of the best Huston movies to come after the 1960s and a downbeat classic. 9/10.
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    • Author: Gavigamand
    Probably one of the most realistic films about boxing. Not the big prime time fights but the small time boxing matches that spring up in town after town. Great performances all around with extra notice to Nick Colasanto as Ruben who could be related to his Coach in "Cheers" and Stacy Keach as the brain-addled old fighter that will never be able to quit. His fight scene at the end with the Mexican boxer who is only there for a paycheck win or lose, really says a lot about how boxing can be a pathetic sport. Keach's Tully is probably how a lot of boxers end up. Typical late John Huston film that focuses on the underbelly of American society. And a good one too.
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    • Author: Kajishakar
    Fat City is something extraordinary, alive with the sort of dialogue that movies ordinarily can't offer, that characterizes time, place, atmosphere, individual, while apparently not progressing. Nobody's ever able to say just what's on their mind or, if they do, to acknowledge it. "Is it my fault that you can't fit in?" shouts Oma at her black lover in the middle of her declarations of love for him in a packed bar. At other times, the characters exchange truisms as earnestly as marriage vows.

    For awhile, Huston had been dabbling with movies like he wasn't emotionally invested. Both an extremely realistic glimpse at the basement steps of the fight game and a poignant study of the human situation, this shows us the legendary director working with his time-honored diligence but without resort to either the laughable or sensationalistic props that had seemed to distance the director from his then-recent films, as if to deflect any true feelings. This shrewd, humanist magnum opus is too teeming of soul to be as utterly dismal as it sounds. Negativity and hopefulness are irrelevant to the sympathy articulated in Gardner's screenplay devoid of melodrama or masturbatory philosophizing.

    Two men, hardly a decade apart in age, one with a life of meaninglessness ahead of him, one with meaningless life already behind. This is what John Huston has to use in this astutely low-key story of unending loss and he handles it with a horizontal, hard-bitten frankness and makes it into one of his preeminent works. The young man is one of those unflappable, strapping youngsters who appear to be replete with vigor as teenagers. Then you come across them after a couple years and they're clerking a register and daydreaming. The older man was a boxer some time ago, and came close enough to distinction to be troubled by it now as a transient. Huston's muted study of despairing lives and the escape paths people create for themselves, strikingly shot by the great Conrad Hall, sets these men in Stockton and stands the despair of their lives against the single-minded perseverance of their hopefulness.

    The Stockton in his film is present in an America we have a propensity to put out of our minds about the more the divide grows between rich and poor. It is the rival of the image favored by boards of trade or business networks. The characters live their lives in discolored flats with screen doors that pound with the current. They interact in the sort of bar that promotes in its window the charge for a shot and a beer. They get it in their blood that they'll need a phenomenon to improve their existence, since they know truly that they don't have potential. So they fantasize, and put confidence in outside chances. Even after all the hours of keeping fit and pump-up sessions, the boxers in Huston's thirtieth film feel little belief in themselves. They exchange big talk for buoyancy.

    Huston's boxers are Stacy Keach and Jeff Bridges. Keach plays Tully, whose boxing career is long past, though he extraordinarily pulls himself together for one last conquest. Bridges plays Ernie, who never even has what Tully lost. He does have a sturdy body, some good steps, but mostly he's a sucker. Huston tells his tale in a lingering, moody way, and characters waft into it and remain as they have nothing else to do. There's Oma, a distended lush, who comes by Tully while her lover is doing time. She's thick, loutish and all the other things we suppose about people who never had an education and imbibe cream sherry all day. But she has a spirit, and she trusts in all the immature chestnuts that do her for a viewpoint.

    While Bridges' scenes with his girlfriend are stunningly commonplace, the scenes between Keach and Tyrrell are imbued with an enthralling theatrical realism as close to the inimitable dialogue scenes in Cassavetes films as anything I've seen.

    Faith is vital to these people since there's nothing else, not even the understanding of faith. Consider Ruben, who oversees the local gym, manages fighters and sponsors sessions when he can. He's aged and penniless and in a fading business, yet when fresh meat drifts into the gym, he gets that old butterfly in the belly. He takes his boxers over to the next town for a fight, and returns them when they've lost, incessantly talking about Madison Square Garden.

    The movie's boundaries are teeming with minor, faultless character performances. Candy Clark is defenseless and blankly buoyant as Bridges' young, pregnant wife. She's used some inbred shrewdness to ensnare him into marriage, barely foreseeing what a dismal future she's securing for herself by working him prudently toward a proposal by making him feel like a total clown. Curtis Cokes as Oma's lover has a self-worth that won't submit to distrust. He treats Tully with mano-e-mano respect.

    The one performance in the movie I'm certain I will never put behind me comes from Sixto Rodriguez, an actor who doesn't speak one line. He plays a Mexican boxer, who once, momentarily, had repute, and comes in by bus to fight Tully. He comes to the stadium contained by a cosmic stillness and solitude. He pees blood, and we recognize his skeleton in the cupboard. He's in such agony he can hardly stand. But he goes out and fights.
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    • Author: Phenade
    How in the world did I miss Fat City's greatness all these years? Ignore the rhetorical question. I read the Leonard Gardner novel when it was published and vastly enjoyed its subdued magic. If I saw the movie, it went past me as an Grad Intern pulling all nighters, and then zoning out during movies in first-run theaters. My friends knew "Great Movies" didn't they? I wasn't gonna stay in and miss out.

    Last night, I saw Fat City with "new eyes" - or for the first time! The cast was like a Repertory Theatre cast: All spoke like people speak. Even the local LA boxing legends of my youth. It's far too understated to be compared to "Raging Bull" and proves there was never a recognizable entity like a "John Huston-style" movie.

    Astonishing.
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    • Author: Seevinev
    American audiences don't generally go in for realistic stories of human despair and suffering that offer very little in the way of hope or relief. This may explain why John Huston's Fat City has been condemned to obscurity, a real shame considering what a great flick it is. It's the sort of movie you see and remember but can't quite pick it out of a line-up... a shuffling, mumbling story of down-and-out pugs in an off-the-map burgh. You're taunted with the possibilities of the story picking up to... well if not epic at least noteworthy proportions... but, all of the characters' minor victories are mitigated by their simultaneous defeats. Keach's Tully is the main thrust of the story, though it tends to veer off on the occasional tangent. A has-been who possibly never really was, crushed by the departure of his wife and overwhelmed by the constant little defeats in his life. Huston really drives this point home, that all of these little defeats add up. Without giving too much away, suffice to say Fat City is a film where mood overshadows plot. The mood is indelibly rendered by Conrad Hall's dark, dirty images, which nearly swallow the characters in the depth of their shadows. Watching it back to back with fellow pugilist opus Raging Bull (1980), it's easy to see that Huston was a keen observer of human behaviour, while Scorsese was a keen observer of Hollywood films of the thirties. And don't even talk about Rocky. I would compare it favourably with Barbet Schroeder's Barfly (1987), another film about fringe life in California, and even Vincent Gallo's excellent Buffalo '66 (1998), though of the three it is the bleakest and the least accessible.
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    • Author: Gardataur
    'Fat City' has an solid and hard-won reputation. It was released to the cinema in 1972 with little fanfare. It got good notices but was one of those films that could not expect immediate success with a fickle public prone to more showy attractions; today it has a loyal following amongst those not oblivious to its virtues. As embarrassing as it is to admit, on discovering 'Fat City' I clasped it to my heart in gratitude: I had found something worthy of my attention that was not Hollywood vulgarity nor mindless escapism for the great unwashed. It was a film with backbone, a film with brain. 'Fat City' is an unforgettable portrayal of lost and lonely people quietly losing what is left of their lives. They struggle to survive but the struggle is pointless and they are left at the mercy of an unyielding fate that can only be guessed at, because of the film's refusal to pander to audience expectations of mindless resolutions and resolutely happy endings. Winning isn't the issue, but how much it's going to cost merely to survive. But most of all 'Fat City' is a film with its heart in the right place. The characters are not remarkable, they may not even be bright, but they are real and breathing people being photographed as their lives are disintegrating in front of us. Such an approach was relief from the stifling boundaries of Hollywood notions of entertainment when I first saw the film on ex-rental VHS and remains so today.

    The characters in this story are played by Jeff Bridges as Ernie, and Stacy Keach as Billy. Ernie and Billy are both going in opposite directions in their lives one up (supposedly) and the other down. They make a connection with each other for the purposes of mutual support and camaraderie, both scarcities in the world of small time boxing in Stockton California where the movie is set. Billy has already begun his downward trajectory towards oblivion for personal and professional reasons. He meets Ernie, an inarticulate young man with some talent and sets him on his way to what they both hope will be a successful boxing career. Things however, don't go entirely to plan. Candy Clark plays Jeff's girlfriend, a lost soul, who seems incapable of making her own decisions. A relatively unknown actress Susan Tyrell received an Academy Award nomination as Best Supporting Actress for her part as Oma, Stacy Keach's mentally unstable girlfriend. Both give standout performances, but Tyrell's is more showy, and it's understandable why the Academy took notice. The film was shot on location in Stockton, and the rest of the cast appear to be locals who effortlessly give the film an authenticity which is so rare for a mainstream American film. Finally, the Kris Kristofferson ballad 'Help Me Make it Through the Night' is prominently featured to excellent effect, in order to illustrate the desolation and loneliness of the main characters.

    The lack of a driving narrative is actually one of the virtues of 'Fat City', It makes up for this with lots of atmosphere and interesting and believable people. It takes it's time to tell what story there is, and is almost Thomas Hardy-like in its sense of fatalism. I could be facetious by describing 'Fat City' as a hybrid of Thomas Hardy, with a bit of 'Barfly' thrown in. The two films are strikingly similar in their portrayal of the working class streets of an anonymous, American city, and its characters, largely inarticulate and living on the fringe, which is a polite way of saying that they're poor. It strikes me with these kinds of films which don't wish to be seen as mainstream, how bold they are in depicting the reality of poverty in America as if being poor is a crime. I think this kind of approach is more of a reality now than it was when 'Fat City' was originally made.

    Boxing is portrayed in 'Fat City' as a nasty, unpleasant business that scars the lives of the men and women who inhabit it and suffice to say, this isn't your conventional Hollywood boxing film. It's not remotely like any other and to compare 'Fat City' with 'Raging Bull' is like comparing aesthetics to real human engagement. Huston has an interest in the characters both as human beings with the ability to act freely (at least once), as well as victims of a corrupt society which really doesn't care for them. The fetishisation of two men pounding it out in the ring is of no concern to Huston, but rather the dubious morality of feeding unrealistic expectations to the poor and disenfranchised when their lives are not enriched but destroyed by the notion of an American 'success' which they crave for themselves but can never achieve because of an unjust economic inequality entrenched in the American system. If this seems like an overly didactic interpretation of the film, it's because the realism it displays is endemic and one cannot help, if one respects a film, to treat it on its own terms instead of offering a critique that is not adequate to its purpose.

    According to other critics more influential than I, 'Fat City' is right up there as one of John Huston's best films, and is believed by many to be his crowning achievement. There are some who even rate it as one of the best films of the '70s, but the fact is that this has been far less seen, than other, better known and more familiar titles, that it could be argued, are not nearly as good. For so many reasons, 'Fat City' deserves to be seen by a larger audience who I am sure would appreciate it as much as those who have been lucky enough to see it in the past. For anyone reading who hasn't, you won't fail to be captivated by the lyricism and meaningful human truths of 'Fat City'.
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    • Author: Phallozs Dwarfs
    When he wrote his only novel, 'Fat City' (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1969), ex-boxer Leonard Gardner wrote about two things he knew intimately: his hometown of Stockton, California and the fight game. A taut, gripping tale of broken dreams, 'Fat City' won high praise from critics and fellow writers (e.g., Joyce Carol Oates and Joan Didion) and was nominated for the National Book Award. The book also attracted the attention of director John Huston. Amateur lightweight boxing champion of California in his youth and a life-long aficionado of the sport, Huston could truly appreciate the novel's authenticity and power. He purchased the screen rights, hired Gardner to covert his novel into a screenplay, and tried to interest Marlon Brando in playing the lead role (when Brando equivocated, Huston looked elsewhere.). Filmed on location in Stockton's skid row by Conrad Hall ('In Cold Blood'; 'Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid'), 'Fat City' focuses on two small-time boxers, one just starting out and one at the end of his "career." In the latter category is Billy Tully (Stacey Keach), a thirty-year-old alcoholic has- been, eking out a living as a farm laborer, but unwilling to forsake his delusions of a boxing comeback. His sparring partner and protégé is Ernie Munger (Jeff Bridges), a 19-year-old with limited talent but big dreams. The characters and early plot trajectory point to a cliché Rocky-like underdog redemption story, i.e., after a slow start, Ernie, with Tully's expert tutoring, should steadily develop until he has a shot at the big time. But 'Fat City' is not "Hollywood"; Ernie is repeatedly pummeled in the ring and his career goes nowhere. Nor do Tully's fortunes improve. Egged on by his barfly girlfriend, Oma (Susan Tyrell), Tully wallows in drunken sloth, at least until a fight opportunity arranged by his longtime coach, Ruben (Nicholas Colasanto of later 'Cheers' fame), prompts him to get back in shape (temporarily). After a two-year hiatus, Tully does win a final victory in the ring but he wins against an already damaged opponent, movingly played by ex- light-heavyweight Sixto Rodriguez. Reminiscent of Rod Serling's 'Requiem For a Heavyweight' (1962) but less mannered and theatrical, 'Fat City' transcends the boxing genre, moves into the realm of genuine tragedy, and also stands as a scathing indictment of the inane vacuity of American Dream ideology, especially when it is pursued by society's downtrodden. Susan Tyrell's harrowing rendition of a drunken, demented floozy earned her an Oscar nomination. A final note: "Fat City" is jazz musicians' slang for an ideal life situation but athletes' slang for being overweight and out of shape: a title that perfectly captures the ironic distance between dream and reality. VHS (1994) and DVD (2002).
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    • Author: BeatHoWin
    FAT CITY begins with Tully, slowly getting out of bed in his crusty, dilapidated apartment. Tully (Stacy Keach) is a retired boxer who wants one last shot at the big time... well, as big as you can get in gyms and halls that only house a few hundred fans. In his first workout for a year, he meets the 18-year-old Ernie (Jeff Bridges) and sees him a rising light in the sport. Eventually both of them hook up with a well-meaning - if completely inept - trainer played by "Coach" from CHEERS (Nicholas Colastano).

    Despite the boxing in the movie, FAT CITY is refreshingly different from RAGING BULL and ROCKY, and substandard clones of those two great movies. While RAGING BULL uses boxing to the tell an epic story of rise and fall, and ROCKY is about someone working to prove himself to the world; FAT CITY is about the basic struggle that people go through just to make a few bucks. The fights are clumsy, and give a good indication of the lack of technique that must feature in the amateur/low professional scene. Fighters still box even if they're pissing blood the night before... because it's the only way they can make a living.

    Stacy Keach is wonderful in his role. He isn't sporting his usual moustache, and his harelip gives the indication of a guy who been in too many scraps. He shambles around and keeps repeating to himself that he'll get in shape again... that he WILL rise out of his lousy jobs and return to his - largely romanticised - boxing career. But booze keeps pulling him down, leading to some hilarious - and poignant - scenes of him as a drunk. He shacks up with a gal, and she matches him blow for blow, in scenes reminiscent of BARFLY. In fact, I'd put the movie much closer to a BARFLY than any boxing movie.

    FAT CITY is often very funny. Susan Tyrell - as Tully's shack-job - brilliantly slurs her way through a great, volatile part. Colastano comes out with some belters of lines, and is as humorous and lovable as his Coach role in CHEERS. But within all the humour, there's a real undercurrent that the movie is actually about isolation and loneliness... a theme beautifully reinforced by a memorable final scene. Whereas Ernie manages to find his own escape routes, Tully just keeps finding dead ends.

    As ever, John Huston knows where to put the camera. It's a relaxed style but he always manages to pop the camera in a great place. FAT CITY is almost up there with the likes of Huston's UNDER THE VOLCANO and WISE BLOOD... a couple of my favourite movies.

    I'm surprised FAT CITY isn't more renowned - perhaps it got a little lost in a year that also brought people THE GODFATHER and DELIVERANCE. For whatever reason you haven't checked it out before, have a go at checking it out now.
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    • Author: Envias
    This is John Huston´s best film. A very simple subtle piece with excellent humor delivered with exquisite performances that makes up the dead end lives in the hot town of Stockton, Ca. Story portrays boxing, various field work, and alcoholism. I love this movie. I also recommend that you read the book and check out Barbet Schroeder´s Barfly as well. Candy Clark is the maneater here and if you like her then also catch her digs in Handle with Care and American Grafitti. She just does that smalltown girl of California so well.
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    • Author: Siatanni
    Lucero, Sixto Rodriguez (real life former light heavyweight) vs Tulley, Stacy Keach (real life former contender for title of great actor). Boxing as metaphor for life was nothing new to film in 1972 but this sad tale of lives on the margin and dreams forgotten might be the finest most underrated boxing film ever made. The world of fighting in John Houston's tale finds it's metaphor not in the game itself but in the fight between Tully (Keach) and Lucero (Rodriguez). Tully, his time nearly gone, skills eroded from bad food, bad women and bad booze and Lucero his skills gone from too many blows in too many towns with names he could never pronounce or spell. Tully, disheveled, filthy, broken and by film's end reduced to wondering if he too had ever been young. Lucero, though now reduced to being broken in the ring, could never be broken or bent out of it. Walking with dignity and holding himself as a champ, Lucero comes into and leaves the film with the quiet grace that Tulley's character never had nor would ever know (how many of those nameless towns did Lucero ply his trade in, alone?). The great irony of the film is that while he is only in the film for a few scenes, and has perhaps five minutes of screen time, Lucero's battle with Tulley represents Tulley's battle with himself and thus is the only true ring war Tulley engages in. Another minor irony is Tully's calling Jeff Bridge's young fighter and father "soft" in the middle. Truly, it is this "kid" who gives Tully one of several examples of what it truly means to have "heart". Bridge's keeps coming back to the ring even after several brutal beatings and never waivers in his effort to be a father. At first it seems that he will be as much a failure at fatherhood as he would appear to be a fighter. In the end, like Lucero's stoic dignity, Houston's forgotten film stands quietly in the pantheon of cinematic treasures. A true champ can only lose his title in the ring and "Fat City" will stand a Champion, head held high as long as there are those to cherish great cinema. Lastly, I found this DVD for 3.00 @ a local Big Lots, could the irony be more poignant?
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    • Author: MEGA FREEDY
    One of the finest films I have ever seen. Articulates the American Dream better than any other film I can think of. I have heard very little about this movie, which is why I am writing this - so more people will see it. Broken down American romanticism at its finest - if you like Bukowski you'll probably like this. It is better than unique, it is GREAT.
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    • Author: Gashakar
    This is a quite simply a brilliant film focussing on the skid row end ofboxing. Keach gives the performance of a lifetime as the punch drunk has-been and Jeff Bridges is perfect as the naive newcomer. The boxing scenes are so realistic it hurts - none of your Rocky histrionics here.
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    • Author: Goktilar
    For a prize fighter, winning is everything, but if you're a loser when you climb into the ring, you're still going to be a loser when you come out, even if you KO your opponent. Such might be the moral of this very atypical sports movie, starring Stacy Keach and Jeff Bridges as aspiring fighters in the lower echelons of the boxing game in and around Stockton, California.

    John Huston was one of the most commercially and popularly successful of mainstream Hollywood directors, making such major classics as The Maltese Falcon, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, and The African Queen, yet most film historians and critics have been reluctant to rank him among the best cinematic artists. Fat City makes it hard to see why: this gritty, realistic film is one of those great films which surprises you by how much more it seems like real life than like a movie. Keach and Bridges both give what may be their best performances, and Susan Tyrrell, an actress better known for stage work, gives an unforgettable performance as an alcoholic barfly, for which she was nominated for an Oscar, and she should have won.

    Fat City is not at all a typical sports film, which by Hollywood convention must show a hero overcoming early difficulties to rise to stardom, nor is it really about boxing, though it includes an extended fight scene which may be the best ever included in a Hollywood film -- the fact that Huston was a prize fighter himself in his youth no doubt adds to the authenticity of the prize ring atmosphere. But this is a film about people, very flawed people who manage to hold onto some shreds of integrity and to be kind to one another, despite the fact that they are all in their own desperate situation. The atmosphere of the seedy towns and endless fields of California's Central Valley, a rare location for major films, is portrayed with great vividness and accuracy.

    All in all, not a fun film, but an unforgettable one. The Sony Home Entertainment DVD is of acceptable quality, but this film really needs to be remastered and put on Blu-Ray.
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    • Author: Kamick
    In the past, some studios in Hollywood considered themselves to be in a privileged position as they were producing a highly disparate genre of films about boxing and boxers.These films were made by a separate team who would write scripts,choose actors and direct films about success stories being crafted in boxing rings.One such 'boxing film' was briefly described in Coen brothers' "Barton Fink" starring actor John Turturro who is being asked by a studio executive to write a 'boxing picture'."Fat City" is also a boxing picture but it does not have anything in common with boxing pictures of the past.Director John Huston did not want to portray boxers as 'super heroes'.He aimed to present an honest account of boxers as ordinary human beings with their own share of joys as well as sorrows. Each person in this film is plagued with numerous personal problems. Superb acting performances by Stacy Keach and Jeff Bridges convince viewers to believe that poverty is a serious curse which leaves many strongmen broken hearted. Director John Huston was brutal to the core to show that even tough guys such as boxers are affected by poverty and are forced to do menial jobs in order to survive in a difficult world.
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    • Author: Silver Globol
    Fat City has deservedly taken its place among the fine films about boxing that Hollywood has done. It most closely resembles Requiem For A Heavyweight and you get double the entertainment because it's about two boxers in that division whose prospects for success are limited.

    Stacy Keach and Jeff Bridges meet at a YMCA gym. Keach a heavyweight who has seen better days was a good prospect to go all the way, but he married the wrong woman who drained him dry and left him. But Keach is a glutton for punishment and he's taken up with Susan Tyrell who is mesmerizing when she's on the screen. Not that the prospects are good for him to hold out for something better, he's no prize either.

    But Keach sends Bridges to his former manager Nicholas Colosanto and he also joins them. Bridges has never had a professional fight, but he's clean cut, all American and white. He might be a good draw if he can learn to fight. His debut isn't promising. And he and wife Candy Clark face the problems of all newlyweds.

    The air of sadness that hangs around Fat City is that the audience knows full well these guys aren't going anywhere. Keach gets matched with a similar over the hill heavyweight played nicely by Sergio Rodriguez. He barely outlasts him and while the little entourage is celebrating this beginning of a comeback, we see Sergio leave the arena alone as the lights turn out after him. Very effectively staged by John Huston.

    The highlight of Fat City is Susan Tyrell who as TCM was showing this film as its prime time feature was reported to have passed away. What an incredible performance as a down and out alcoholic. She received the only Oscar recognition for Fat City as she was nominated for a Best Supporting Actress Oscar.

    Boxing fans will appreciate the realistic approach Fat City takes in regard to the sport. Others of us will just like the great performances and realistic filming that typifies Fat City.
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    • Author: Oparae
    I am not given to hyperbole. that said I give this play/movie a 10. Like another favorite of mine, Midnight Cowboy, it is not a pleasant thing to watch. I do marvel at the technical excellence. When I first saw this in 1972 I did not know much, if anything, about the cast and did not know it was directed by John Huston. I was captivated by Stacy Keach. It has resulted in my being a lifelong fan of his.

    I saw Jeff Bridges in a roll he has sometimes reprised as a damaged person trying to fix himself. I am also a fan of Mr. Bridges and his brother Beau. Of course I watched Sea Hunt with their father, Lloyd. That begat my fascination with S.C.U.B.A. diving and undersea observing. Lloyde had roles in Steinbeck and other dramatic pieces, that showed he was much more than Mike Nelson or the comedic character in Hot Shots. A real actor. Beau in a variety of characters showed himself to me a fine actor. My favorite part for Beau is oddly enough, pun intended the short lived series; Maximum Bob. I never caught Beau or Lloyed acting, they have always been the character for me. Onlu occasionally have I caught Jeff acting. I still believe he is underrated.

    The overlooked gem here is Mr. Colasanto's role. This is the character to watch closely. The character played by Nicolas Colasanto is such a contrast of a portrayal by an actor who is primarily known for his role as the befuddled bartender on Cheers. It is a memorable performance. This is as well timed dramatically as his comic timing in Cheers, not an easy feat.

    Now getting to Mr. Keach. He inhabits every character for me that; he is an actor, not someone "playing" a character. I have loved him in everything from Christopher Titus's father to Studenko in Cheech and Chong's "Nice Dreams." He is great in Mike Hammer's potboilers and as a classical actor evoking Shakespeare. He come's from an acting family including brother James and his father Walter. Walter best known as Clarence Birdseye, is more than an advertising character.

    This play/movie is so emotional for me. I am not a big fan of boxing, especially as it is today. The message is only carried by the metaphor. Who does not know of someone who has overreached their grasp and succumbed to vanity. Keach's portrayal is a keystone of life in trying.

    I suggest this movie for all who have had loss and seek to redeem themselves, whether they make that comeback or not. It is far better than the fantasy of Rocky. It is not a famous guy but a guy we might know in our town or neighborhood.
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    • Author: Fohuginn
    I really like this film but I do want, more than commenting on it, I have a doubt: in the last scene the fighter, whose name I have forgotten,...in the restaurant where he is having some coffee with the other fighter...Jeff Bridges..the first one turns around and he sees something, in the back, people playing some cards.. and there is no sound for a second or two, as though something really horrible is happening to him, ...what do you think it means since I am not sure and I would really like to share this with someone else.... has he lost his possibility of hearing or ii is just like a terrible existential moment? thanks for any answer.

    S
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    • Author: Felhann
    A strange and naturalistic story of two boxers in Stockton, California. Stacey Keach is a 29-year-old who quit fighting some time ago and is now determined to regain his former stature. Jeff Bridges is the 18-year-old kid with promise. Both are managed by the talkative, nurturing but grounded Nicholas Colasanto.

    In some ways the star of the movie is Stockton, a hot, negligible city in the central valley of California, where the most famous products are beef and vegetables. It's one of a string of such communities in the San Joaquin valley -- Modesto, Madera, Bakersfield -- that are all sun-baked and sere. Conrad Hall's camera captures all of Stockton's seamy underbelly. The gymnasiums, the seedy characters, the cool dim bars, the shabby apartments, the sagging hotels, are all here. Susan Tyrell, a major drunk, is sitting on a bar stool and we see that her dress is zipped up only to her shoulder blades, reminding us that her African-American lover is "in the pokey" so he's not around to help her dress. It's an oddball film. Except for a few principals, the actors seem to have been dragged in off the sidewalks. The dialog sounds naturalistic, the way real people talk, whine, and argue. But at the same time it doesn't sound at all improvised. I have no idea how John Huston got these performances out of the actors.

    There's a problem with the structure of the movie, in that there is no central character and no single line of narrative development that grips a viewer. It's more of a "slice of life" than anything else. The time line is a little confusing and we don't really care deeply about what happens to any of the characters. There's no real integration of the lives of Keach and Bridges. They're no more than casual acquaintances.

    But all of that is only a minor consideration. If we don't care deeply -- although we hope for the best -- the images and events roll along smoothly. Everything seems somehow right. Stacey Keach moves in with Tyrell who drinks constantly. And he cooks her the most depressing dinner ever committed to celluloid -- charred steak and peas dumped from the can onto the plate. She pules about not wanting to eat. There is a struggle over her plate. She plumps down in her seat at the table and Keach bangs the plate of food in front of her, the peas rolling around the table top like marbles.

    These are all bottom-feeding losers -- reprobates and incompetents, a little stupid, but the movie treats them with tolerance and even some affection.

    The fight scenes are unlike any others you're likely to have scene. Huston must have known something about the craft, since he was once a fighter himself, among a thousand other things. But these fighters are amateurish and clumsy. They bounce around face-to-face and unleash flurries of punches with neither style nor skill -- thump thump thump thumpthumpthump! Not hard, but unending. There's none of the focus on blood and gore that there is in, say, "Raging Bull," yet men are knocked out, or they win but are so dazed that they think they were knocked out instead of the other guy.

    The whole thing is slightly insane but it works. You find out all about the value added theory of walnut production, whether it has to do with the plot or not.
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    • Author: Mr_KiLLaURa
    Tully is a 30 year old boxer who might still be good if he could lay off the booze and "just get in shape" as he's always promising to do. Ernie is a 24 year old boxer with good prospects but no ambition. Oma is a flaming redhead who lies in bed all day and complains about everything. Her boyfriend is Earl a really quiet black guy who just lets her rant.

    All the actors are good but it was Susan Tyrell who won the Oscar in a one-of-a-kind performance as the drunken incredibly loudmouthed tramp who drives everyone crazy.

    Movie is also helped by the great Kris Kristofferson song "Help me make it through the night" played at the beginning and end of the film.

    Note - this is not a boxing movie. It's a soap and i don't like soaps, but i enjoyed this one a lot.
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    • Author: Taun
    Nobody loves the original Rocky movie more than I do (although sometimes I pretend none of the sequels were ever made), but lets face it, it's incredibly Hollywood, and nothing like it would ever happen.

    What I like especially about Fat City is how gritty and hopeless and lifelike it all is. The characters are real to a fault, everything from the costumes to the dialogue. At some point in the film, you forget its a film, and you feel as if you're a part of Southern California's amateur boxing circuit in the early 70's. Instead of a carefully packaged ending where you leave the movie knowing exactly how you should feel about it, the resolutions are more subtle and thought-provoking, as they often are in life.

    Pay close attention to Susan Tyrell's Oscar-nominated performance (Best Supporting Actress). She should've won.
  • Complete credited cast:
    Stacy Keach Stacy Keach - Tully
    Jeff Bridges Jeff Bridges - Ernie
    Susan Tyrrell Susan Tyrrell - Oma
    Candy Clark Candy Clark - Faye
    Nicholas Colasanto Nicholas Colasanto - Ruben
    Art Aragon Art Aragon - Babe
    Curtis Cokes Curtis Cokes - Earl
    Sixto Rodriguez Sixto Rodriguez - Lucero
    Billy Walker Billy Walker - Wes
    Wayne Mahan Wayne Mahan - Buford
    Ruben Navarro Ruben Navarro - Fuentes
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