Jonathan Dayton, Valerie Faris
Emma Stone, Steve Carell, Andrea Riseborough, Jessica McNamee, Sarah Silverman, Invoice Pullman
Choose theaters September 22
The Battle Of The Sexes, which pitted the 29-year-old top-ranked girls’s tennis participant Billie Jean King towards the 55-year-old retired males’s professional Bobby Riggs, was a circus. Riggs, within the a part of the avowed male chauvinist and opponent of ladies’s lib, entered the Houston Astrodome—about as un-tennis a setting as doable—in a rickshaw pulled by buxom fashions to the theme music from the outdated Technicolor swashbuckler Captain From Castile. To squeeze extra money out of the match, he had signed one contract to advertise Sugar Daddy’s caramel suckers (with the well-known stipulation that he play the match in a ridiculous windbreaker), and one other to hawk Hai Karate, the finances aftershave well-known for commercials wherein males beat again lusting girls with martial arts strikes. King, the challenger, got here in blue suede footwear and a gown designed by Ted Tinling, the wizard of tennis couture, carried on an ostrich-feather palanquin by Historical Egyptian beefcakes whereas Helen Reddy carried out her hit, “I Am Girl.” For Riggs, she introduced a piglet.
The occasion, broadcast on September 20, 1973 to a worldwide TV viewers, stays probably the most watched within the historical past of American tennis. However as a recreation, it was boring and principally one-sided; probably the most damning proof of the sexism of the period’s tennis tradition is the truth that Riggs was ever thought-about a favourite to win. Nonetheless, the match stays a kind of quintessentially American culture-wars publicity stunts that appears to encourage a brand new unproduced movie script each couple of years. Battle Of The Sexes, a minor crowdpleaser from the duo of Valerie Faris and Jonathan Dayton (Little Miss Sunshine, Ruby Sparks) that stars Emma Stone as King and Steve Carell as Riggs, is the first one to actually get off the ground since the TV movie When Billie Beat Bobby back in 2001. Though told in broad strokes, its version of the story deserves credit for never buying into the hype and surreal pageantry of the Astrodome showdown. But its lack of interest in tennis as a sport leaves the narrative—plastered with hot-button issues and character crises—with an empty center.
1973 was a busy year for King, who founded the Women’s Tennis Association mere months before the match against Riggs. The script, which is credited to Simon Beaufoy, compresses her biography even further: It places King’s mock-rivalry with Riggs side-by-side with her public fight for pay equality in the early ’70s and her private coming to terms with her sexuality in the late ’60s. Defying the tennis-legend-turned-promoter Jack Kramer (Bill Pullman), she forms a new professional tour with the help of World Tennis publisher Gladys Heldman (Sarah Silverman, sporting a Susan Sontag hairdo) and a Virginia Slims sponsorship, drawing in a roster of world-class players. Riggs, an unapologetic compulsive gambler decked out in horn-rimmed glasses and wild sideburns, is living out a TV-equipped Rolls-Royce that he won in a bet when he calls King out of the blue to pitch his idea for a male chauvinist vs. feminist match—a cockamamie offer that King initially rejects.
King and Riggs became lifelong friends in real life, and Battle Of The Sexes paints them as kindred spirits, drawing a clear distinction between Jack Kramer’s patronizing sexism and Riggs’ clownish, burlesque hustling of the zeitgeist. He has been kicked out of the mansion by his wife because of his gambling antics; she is pursuing a tour romance with a hairdresser (Andrea Riseborough) while her husband manages her career from home. In keeping with the rococo style of motivation that has come to define modern scripts, the movie gives King and Riggs a litany of reasons to compete (attention, recognition, sticking it to Kramer, etc.), but none to play; the direction of the title event is weightless and pedestrian, like a highlights reel. Is it so hard to imagine that professional athletes might have an obsession with the game that goes beyond the narrative rationale of winning? Might they have some relationship to their bodies that the average person doesn’t have?
At the risk of offering script notes to an already finished film: Shouldn’t this be obvious to a movie whose two main characters are grappling with aging and sexuality? But depictions of sport notwithstanding, Faris and Dayton have done their homework. They take visual inspiration from the films of the late 1960s and early ’70s to study their characters through telephoto lenses and the inbuilt frames of high-rise hotels, motor lodge motels, mid-century lobbies, and vintage TVs. There are brief, lovely moments throughout, invested in the contradictions of the tour lifestyle—constantly moving from place to place and feeling lonely while surrounded by the same group of outspoken characters. Perhaps a purer version of Battle Of The Sexes would dispense with the tennis altogether (there are very few scenes of characters practicing or playing), and consist of nothing but hotel rooms, phone calls, and lightly eroticized scenes of characters getting haircuts. But then it wouldn’t have much of a reason to exist.