NOTE. It might be best to look back at this author’s coverage of Netflix’s Break Point before coming to this review. It might be not entirely necessary but is relevant to some of his thoughts on the film being discussed here ( beyond simply being pieces of tennis media aiming for a level of crossover success.)
As a fan of the sport of tennis Luca Guadagninos Challengers was an interesting prospect. Following three fictional players across two generations ( Zendaya Josh O’Connor and Mike Feist) as they quickly develop a love triangle throughout playing a Junior U.S. Open and reconnect 20 years later as the two men are scheduled to play each other in the titular Challenger tour final as Feist who has now married Zendaya attempts to make a comeback to Grand Slam winning form. This was tennis’s next big swing at crossover attention. This writer happily took the chance to see it early ( although not by the time the review was published) and went in with somewhat muted expectations after watching the ATP/WTA fall on its face with its last attempt at crossover media. What did Guadagnino and his team deliver?
Thankfully if one knows what to expect they can have a really good time with this. Elevated trash in all the silliest ways possible the chemistry between our three leads is borderline evaporating off the screen directly into the laps of the audience. All of this is underscored by terrific throbbing Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross synth score which is some of their best and most evocative work amongst a typically excellent catalogue.
The film offers a more accurate picture at the Chalenger end of the tour (full matches available online and often streamed by the ATP themselves via YouTube) given that the central Chalenger match appears watched by an audience of roughly 20 people but is played as if the participants life depends on it in a way that fits with the tone the film is going for. In the junior-focused flashbacks, the action takes place in random nooks and crannies, unmarked hotel rooms and player restaurants around Flushing Meadows. Very much as in the actual sport junior Grand Slams represent huge opportunities for the players but they are ultimately just a very small cog in a much larger machine they are surrounded by at every corner. The various agents and stakeholders in their lives will want to propel them to the absolute top level with brand deals, endorsements and public appearances firming up their future and sporting prowess. This is best emphasized with Zendaya’s character in this portion being a clear analogous in recent tennis history to someone like Laura Robinson or Eugenie Bouchard. It’s hard to pick out an equivalent example for our two male leads. In part because the real-life male tennis stories of this nature that have gained traction in recent years have tended to have something of a darker undertone. No one wants to be compared to Bernard Tomic or
Nick Kyrgios ( much as it could be argued the former would make for a good biopic given his life reads like something of a movie script.)
That’s before you even mention how the film tackles balls being hit. The ironic thing here is the presentation is eerily similar to the previously mentioned Break Point with the borderline parody-worthy use of slow motion, excessive fast cutting and the general sense that everything is as heightened as it possibly could be. That said it’s much easier to buy into in the context of a Hollywood film compared to something that’s meant to be an active promoter for the sport featuring actual players playing legitimate matches boiled down to this exact approach. There are also cool moments where the filmmaking team can actively utilize the narrative’s fictional quality to its advantage. Emphasised perfectly by the fact that the film features first-person perspective shots for both the returner and the ball itself All of it is decidedly overwrought but silly enough for this viewer to buy from the start and throughout.
Challenges won’t be for everyone. It’s far too trashy to be embraced entirely by a willing audience. That said the people whom it is for will have a great time. How far this reach extends beyond the domain of “thirst” social media accounts remains to be seen. If the film sounds like something one might be into it’s worth a watch. Hopefully, this will bolden the ATP/WTA horizons to show that tennis does have a future on screen. Hopefully, it doesn’t look anything like Netflix’s Break Point.
8/10.