Fighting is unmemorable. As an actor, Channing Tatum is devoid of depth, and the script is unwilling to develop any aspect of his character, Shawn MacArthur, that would make him interesting. MacArthur once punched his coach/father during an argument and now none of the other Fighting characters will let him live it down: "Why are you trying to fight ME?" they ask whenever anything gets heated.
The movie's flat dullness fails to get a rise, save for the fight scene where Tatum and his opponent slam each other's heads against a cold marble floor, making it difficult to not cringe and gasp as their noggins smack like beanbags.
If the movie has one redeeming quality, it is the great New York City locations. As many scenes take place in dingy grocers as they do fancy-pants condos and clubs, portraying NYC as a place where the gritty and the glam are not so far removed, and making the city more dimensional than the film itself.