Iron Man

Now I did struggle with the idea of Jeff Chandler as a red-misted boxing champion, but here he acquits him self adequately enough. He's coal miner "Coke" who dreams of wedding his girl "Rose" (Evelyn Keyes) and buying a radio store. His rather more venal brother "George" (Stephen McNally) runs a pool hall and discovers that when his sibling gets cross, really cross, his fists can do his talking for him. The ring beckons, and success follows - but at a price. "Coke" is a brute. He fights legal, but dirty - and the crowd gradually learn to loathe him. Finally he has had enough and wants to stop, but discovers that his now wife is embroiled in some match-fixing with "George" and he faces quite a dilemma - one epitomised at the denouement with a bout with the equally unlikely pugilist Rock Hudson ("Speed"). It's another of the stories set in an industrial town where opportunities were scant and where boxing was a route out if you were prepared to take and give a beating. This one tries to introduce the concept of a conscience in the lead character and the photography does give some sort of indication as to the brutality in the ring. It's a solid film that has just about enough action and a message to convey about right (hooks) and wrong.

Can it be merely coincidence, even in the relative innocence of 1951, that the boxers in Iron Man go by the names of Coke and Speed? (The fact that they're played by Jeff Chandler and Rock Hudson, whom viewers today will identify as, respectively, a cross-dresser and a gay man, adds another latter-day dimension to their sweat-lubricated clinches.) In any case, their stimulating monikers do no injustice to the story – a jacked-up, strung-out fight movie that's a worthy entry in that oddly distinguished, brutal genre.

It starts in Coaltown, Pennsylvania, a mining community where the only excitement is wondering when the shafts will cave in. When Chandler takes on a bully and thoroughly thrashes him, his brother (Steve McNally) and girl (Evelyn Keyes) see a glamorous future and fast money for him – and for them. The only catch is that Chandler isn't a born boxer: He's clumsy and gets pummeled. But when he's hurt (and then jeered at), he falls into blind, murderous rages, going after his opponents by fair means or foul. He wins purses and titles but not the hearts of the fans – they don't like dirty fighters, and come only in hopes of seeing him get his comeuppance. But they keep coming, and soon Chandler's poised for the heavyweight title.

The story, ably directed by Joseph Pevney, follows a familiar course: The fallings-out with his brother and his wife, the big-time sportswriter who becomes his manager (Jim Backus), the fixed fight, the fallacious sense of invincibility. And the ending is a little too pat and feel-good. But it's one of Chandler's best roles (he's as good as Kirk Douglas in The Champion, if not so convincing as Robert Ryan in The Set-Up, both of two years earlier). Evelyn Keyes has but two things to do: First egg him on, then beg him to stop, but she's, as always, distinctive. (She gets slugged by him, too.)

Hudson's another case entirely. In the part of the loyal sparring-partner who turns into the challenger, he's confined to playing L'il Abner – a good-natured but dim-witted lout. But in the final grudge-match, he reverts to the sheer, feral physicality of which he was capable but rarely called upon to display – and, in its final scene, he all but steals the movie away from Chandler. He's the breakout star.

An interesting artifact from 1951, "Iron Man" stars Jeff Chandler, Evelyn Keyes, Stephen McNally, Jim Backus, and Rock Hudson.

I will start out by saying I was incredibly distracted by Rock Hudson's high, nasal speaking voice. It's not unusual as a person ages for their voice to drop, especially if they smoked. I don't know if Hudson smoked, but I do know he had surgery to lower his voice.

The surgeon removes a layer of cartilege from the vocal cords. This makes the cords less taut and lowers the pitch. The consequence of that was that he was unable to sing. After hearing him in this movie, it was a small price to pay.

The story concerns a man, Coke Mason (Chandler), a coal miner, whose brother (McNally) wants him to become a professional boxer. His girlfriend (Keyes) does as well, because of the money.

Coke's problem is that when he is hurt in a fight, and the audience boos him, he goes into a rage and becomes a killing machine, usually having to be dragged off of his opponent. He's what is known as a dirty fighter, and the fight audiences hate him.

Originally he wants to quit; then he decides against it and wants to go for the title. By the time he gets to the title, his opponent is Speed (Hudson), a fellow coal miner worker who used to work in Coke's corner during fights.

Chandler and Hudson are unbelievably young in this film. The fight sequences aren't very good, probably because Chandler and Hudson were being marketed as hunks, and the film was intended to appeal to women.

The acting was okay; Rock frankly had a way to go in the acting department.

One of the reviews mentioned Jeff Chandler was a cross-dresser. Jane Russell claims Esther made it up to sell more books, as Williams confided in her often about her affair with Chandler and somehow never managed to mention his cross-dressing. As another actress pointed out, what the heck would he have worn? He was huge. And nobody else saw it?

The film begins with a crowded auditorium booing the champ, Coke Mason (Jeff Chandler), as he enters the ring for a title defense. His wife who is there in the audience has a flashback and you see Coke going from coal miner (a rather obvious name for a coal miner, I know) to champion. He had no interest in boxing...mostly because when Coke loses his temper he only wants to kill his opponent...an urge Coke has kept in check all his life. But his wife and brother push and push him until ultimately he enters the ring....and is reviled by most everyone due to his being a dirty fighter. What's next? See the film.

This is a mediocre film in a genre filled with excellent boxing movies. Much of what happens is pretty predictable and the character played by Rock Hudson is pretty poorly written and acted...plus Hudson was all wrong to be playing a boxer. Overall, a decent time-passer and not a lot more to it than that.

A coal miner who dreams of his own radio shop is lured into a boxing ring where he becomes a kind of animal hated by the public. Box is a film genre that remains to this day committed to tradition. It underwent few changes in dramatic elements or peculiarities of plots. Old scripts used to tell the same stories. They hardly become outdated. (Take the Rocky franchise for example) Most often (like here) it's the story of a poor guy who finds self-fulfillment in fighting, in order to be successful. At the same time either old friends break with him or he with them. Finally, a decision must be made as to whether the hero will look back to his former values or allow success within such a brutal business lose him in every respect. Director Joseph Pevney has some interesting titles in his filmography, but Iron Man surely isn't the best one.