In David Michôd’s Christy, Sydney Sweeney delivers a transformative, powerhouse performance that elevates an otherwise uneven biopic. But make no mistake - this is a star-affirming turn for Sweeney that should silence any lingering doubts about her dramatic range. Sweeney not only looks and sounds the part of boxing legend Christy Martin, but she also embodies the character’s raw physicality and deep emotional scars with startling authenticity. She’s fierce in the ring, vulnerable in the quiet moments, and utterly magnetic throughout. It’s a performance that demands attention - and earns it. Ben Foster, meanwhile, continues his streak of immersive, chameleonic work as Christy’s trainer-turned-husband, Jim Martin. Nearly unrecognizable, he exudes a quiet menace that lingers in every scene. His portrayal is chilling without ever tipping into caricature - a disturbingly grounded take on control and manipulation that makes several shared moments between the two actors feel tense and unpredictable. And while Christy certainly packs a punch in its depiction of Martin’s boxing career — her rise, her triumphs, and her brutal defeats - the film’s true impact lies outside the ring. It’s less about the glory of the sport and more about the harrowing survival story beneath it all. You see, this is ultimately a tale of resilience, abuse, and the cost of reclaiming one’s power. Unfortunately, Michôd’s direction can’t always keep that emotional throughline intact. The film veers sharply between grounded, hard-hitting realism and glossy, music-driven montage sequences that feel imported from a different movie. The tonal whiplash undercuts some of Sweeney’s best work, leaving the viewer unsure whether the film wants to be gritty and raw, slick and crowd-pleasing, or dark and psychological. It flirts with being all three - and the result can be, shall we say, disjointed. Still, Christy remains compelling largely because of Sweeney’s total commitment. She goes all in - body, mind, and soul - and even when the film wobbles around her, she keeps it grounded. Christy may not fully know what it wants to be, but Sweeney knows exactly who she’s playing. And that, more than anything, makes it worth the fight.