DOING A PACQUIAO...

...is what Mark Wahlberg's character Micky Ward does in "The Fighter", one of those really quiet, almost obscure films which really delivers, pardon the pun, a knockout punch. (Note: this film will probably not make it beyond Christmas, so catch it now, especially because from Christmas till the first week of January, we will be besieged again by that farce called The Metro Manila Film Festival; and oh yes, Kris Aquino will have a film, aptly a "horror" flick but sadly no, she is not the one wearing the gruesome halloween mask or the aswang in the film.)

Mark Wahlberg plays Micky Ward, an aspiring welterweight being "managed" by his mother Alice Ward (the very, very good Melissa Leo) and being 'trained" by his half-brother Dicky Ecklund (the absolutely brilliant, funny and tragic Christian Bale; note to the Oscars: you gave Heath Ledger the trophy for the Joker, Bale deserves the same trophy this year for this non-Batman role). Dicky is a crack addict whose only "claim to fame" is having fought Sugar Ray Leonard and "knocking him down" thus becoming the pride of their town, Lowell, Massachusetts.

While the film is about boxing, the greater subtext is clearly the love and loyalty that this totally dysfunctional family, revolving around a mother and her two sons, has for each other. While it is also a film about "rising from the depths", it is also a film about denial and how those denials become the substitute for or the expression of love.

Dicky is in denial about his crack addiction and even the whole Sugar Ray Leonard affair (throughout the film, a running thread is whether Dicky really knocked him down or Leonard slipped).

Alice is in denial about Dicky's crack addiction and the effects it is having on Micky's career.

Micky is in denial about the way that Alice is mismanaging his career and how Dicky is not training him at all. He is in denial that he

needs his brother at his side but also in denial that, until Dicky kicks crack, his career is dead.

And in this extremely dysfunctional family (an interesting and very funny sidelight is the one involvi

ng the sisters of Micky and Dicky and how they are related to Alice, Micky, Dicky and George Ward, Micky's father), that is what passes for love. And it is both heartbreaking and heartwarming, at the same time.

Wahlberg and Bale are absolutely brilliant as Micky and Dicky. Wahlberg has the body to pass for a welterweight and also the acting chops while Bale virtually inhabits the role of crack addict (from the

gaunt, haunted features to the nervous tics and twitches) and, in a really delightful change, is not surly, does not grunt, growl or glower but instead is funny, loving, angry and bitter as Dicky, who realizes that the only fight he has left is vicariously, through Micky.

David O. Russell (who directed Wahlberg in the riot "Three Kings") totally nails this one. This is one of those boxing films that does not sacrifice the boxing scenes (very well-made; it is comparable to "The Cinderella Man" by Ron Howard--known to be a stickler for detail in his films--almost five years ago) and integrates them into a funny and moving human drama. One minor complaint is that the last fight scene fails to generate the excitement of a championship fight, perhaps because of the lack of a rousing score (similar to Bill Conti's "Gonna Fly Now" from *errrm* Rocky) but this is a very minor complaint.

In the end, "The Fighter" is about fighting and not only on top of the boxing ring.

Alice and George fight to keep their family together; Micky fights for the title but also, more importantly, for his mother's approval and love; Dicky fights to keep what little dignity is left of him but also, more importantly, to keep the love, respect and adoration of Micky.

In the end, you feel for this family--for Alice, George, Dicky, and Micky--fighters all because of the way they fight for what is truly important: loyalty, honor, respect and love.

NB. The title refers to what Micky does after every win in the film. Mark Wahlberg, a certified and outspoken fan of Manny Pacquiao, does a homage to Pacquiao in this film--retreating to his corner after a win and kneeling in prayer. Finally, Pacquiao, a forgettable actor, has conquered Hollywood and he didn't need to act in a single scene.

Here's a question or two for Manny Pacquiao

Do you really believe you can do something for your country as a politician? Whether it is in Congress, the Senate, or even as Mayor?

Let's get real. Congressman or Mayor Pacquiao? Remember Ramon Revilla Sr.? Remember Lito Lapid?

I believe that Manny can best serve this nation that is starved for heroes by doing what he does best. He is a boxer, the best there is right now, probably among the best there ever will be. And he became a great boxer by being disciplined, learning new things, and focusing himself on training, and getting better.

This is where Manny Pacquiao can become great, after he hangs up his gloves: VOLUNTEER his services to become the national trainer for the RP Boxing Team. God knows he does not need any more money. Probably he can also volunteer the services of Freddie Roach, who knows a thing or two about getting undisciplined boxers in line--look at Manny himself and marvel at how Roach was able to transform him into the disciplined fighting machine that he is now.

I have never quite gotten myself to referring to him as Pambansang Kamao simply because Manny boxes for purses, first and foremost, not for the flag. That is his job: to train, to box and to earn while boxing. And that is why I disagreed with the decision to let him carry the flag during the last Olympics. I've always believed that the title Pambansang Kamao should belong to someone who boxes for the flag, not for purses--those amateur boxers who are unknown, unidentified, unidentifiable who, day in and day out, train and box under conditions that are not as posh as Manny's training facilities and who do not have a Freddie Roach in their corner, and who, nonetheless, soldier on--not for purses but for flag and country,

But that situation might change when Manny retires and decides to give his services to the RP National Boxing Team as trainer and, yes, inspirer-in-chief, I would be the first to call him Pambansang Kamao in public.

So Manny, here's a question for you: do you really think you could do more good for your country as a politico or as a boxer, a coach and inspirer-in-chief?


NB. And to those leeches who hang on to Pacquiao because their political survival depends on his popularity (you know who you are; more importantly, we know who you are), may you go the way of leeches who have nothing left to suck; and good riddance, definitely.