It would be an understatement to say that The Smashing Machine is one of the top contenders for the upcoming awards season, with Dwayne Johnson considered a major player. That’s all well and good—Johnson certainly deserves praise for stepping outside his usual roles. But should he really be rewarded just because he shifted from action hero to dramatic lead? At first glance, maybe. After watching the film, however, perhaps not so much.
Based on true events, The Smashing Machine follows pioneering mixed martial arts/UFC fighter Mark Kerr (Dwayne Johnson), who, while battling his own demons, must find the strength to elevate a sport that will shape the future for generations of fighters. Yet his toughest struggles take place outside the arena—with his girlfriend Dawn (Emily Blunt), his dependence on painkillers, and his inability to focus when it matters most.
Written and directed by Benny Safdie, the film gives Johnson an opportunity to expand his range and prove himself beyond throwing punches on screen. Having a seasoned co-star like Emily Blunt helps highlight his potential as a dramatic actor. Still, his performance falls short emotionally, rarely connecting with the audience on a deeper level. This isn’t to say his work is without merit—he demonstrates effort and commitment—but before crowning him among the top five male performances of the year, it may be worth looking at the competition first.
To be clear, this is not a purely negative review. Sports drama enthusiasts will likely enjoy the ride. The film offers an inspiring story of perseverance, filled with powerful moments and a personal edge. Most importantly, it creates space for Johnson to prove he can carve out a place in more serious roles—a path he can and likely will continue to pursue. His perseverance and attitude are admirable, and his ambition to keep breaking barriers deserves respect.
That said, The Smashing Machine ultimately falls short of greatness. It is entertaining and watchable, but it never quite becomes the outstanding drama it wants to be. In the end, despite its ambition and occasional sparks of inspiration, the film feels less like a knockout victory and more like a polite reminder that not every fight is worth winning. Put simply: it is, in its own way, smashingly bad.