‘Big George Foreman’ an overly polished biopic from faith-based studio | Movie review

For a certain millennial population, the name “George Foreman” is more likely to conjure up an image of a favorite kitchen appliance before it brings to mind “heavyweight champ.” Indeed, the boxer/preacher/entrepreneur might be better known these days for his Lean Mean Fat-Reducing Grilling Machine, a gadget renowned in college dorms and bachelor pads across the nation, thanks to Foreman’s affable infomercials and infectious grin. Foreman became a pop cultural icon in the late ’90s, with a ubiquitous media presence (he competed on “The Masked Singer” in 2022) and likable quirks, such as his five sons also named George Foreman.

But in the new biopic directed and co-written by George Tillman Jr., with a title as large as its subject, “Big George Foreman: The Miraculous Story of the Once and Future Heavyweight Champion of the World,” the grill, and the sons, are relegated to the sidelines. This film seeks to reassert Foreman’s story as an athlete and a born-again Christian, who relied on his faith to make a miraculous comeback and win the heavyweight title at the age of 45, becoming the oldest man to win the belt.

Produced by Sony Pictures’ faith-based studio, Affirm Films, it’s clear from the start that “Big George Foreman” seeks to draw a faith-oriented audience, opening in media res with Khris Davis, playing Foreman, intoning over a black screen in voice-over, “I was 28 years old when I died.” This near-death experience (an Affirm Films hallmark) inspired Foreman’s embrace of Christianity, and his rejection of boxing for preaching, and comes in the middle of the film, bifurcating the remarkable first part of Foreman’s career, and his downright miraculous second act.

But first, we have to go back to the beginning, to a childhood of abject poverty and hunger in Houston’s Fifth Ward and schoolyard bullying that saw young George (Kei Rawlins) using his size and fists to demand a scrap of respect.

We see George as a desperate young man (Davis), join the Job Corps and meet his mentor, Doc Broadus (Forest Whitaker), who teaches him to channel his punches into something productive — boxing. Before we know it, George is winning gold at the Olympics.

That this biopic declines to show us how rookie George crammed five years worth of training into one is another sign that this film has things on its mind other than just sports excellence. Certainly there is an emphasis on George’s life as a superstar boxer, mostly his rivalry with the smack-talking Muhammad Ali (Sullivan Jones), whom George faced in the “Rumble in the Jungle” in Zaire in 1974.

But there’s a strange pace to “Big George Foreman.” Using a standard biopic format and lots of groovy needle drops, the film races through the greatest hits of his early career before slowing down dramatically to take in all the details of his religious awakening and courtship with his wife Mary Joan (Jasmine Mathews), and subsequent money issues that sent him back into the ring in his 40s. It feints and weaves in an odd manner, losing and then gaining momentum over the course of its two-hour-plus runtime.

Davis manages a remarkable transformation over the course of the film, and while his younger George feels a bit shallow and vacant, he hits his stride as the older George, in preacher mode.

The supporting performances around Davis, including Whitaker and Sonja Sohn, as his stern, devout mother, are strong. It is a handsomely shot film, with cinematography by John Matysiak and David Tattersall that’s almost too crisp and perfect.

But this film, which was indeed produced by the man himself, George Foreman, is the buffed and shined version of this story. It hits all the expected beats, shows us all of George’s best outfits and highest profile bouts, but doesn’t dig into anything darker, and glides over an ex-wife or two.

George’s “rage” is frequently referenced as one of his talents in the ring — and risks outside of it — but we never really see it in action.

Without bothering to show us, the film tells us, again and again, what we’re supposed to take away from his story, about how he just wanted to be respected, and had to learn how to fight with his heart, not his hands. These are sympathetic and moving sentiments to be sure, but being spoon-fed these messages isn’t all that interesting.

Instead, one can’t help but feel that the man himself — grill and all — is so much more fascinating than this rote representation.

‘Big George Foreman: The Miraculous Story of the Once and Future Heavyweight Champion of the World’

Where: Theaters.

When: April 28.

Rated: PG-13 for some sports violence.

Runtime: 2 hours, 9 minutes.

Stars (of four): 2.