Whenever I see A24 on a show or a film, I pay attention. They’re the kids at the cool table — and the closest most of us get to sitting there is watching what they make.
But when I saw the trailer for The Smashing Machine, it felt like a rehash — The Wrestler, The Iron Claw — a movie from another time. For the first time, an A24 release felt like a product of scale, not spark.
