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I know it's a bit buzzy, but it's got the sort of premise and cast that people like to get carried away about, so I went in without high expectations. But it's fun. The male leads have great chemistry, the Trent Reznor score keeps the energy up, and there are lots of shots of a tennis ball getting hit really, really hard. A lesser movie would have relied on smirky homoerotic subtext—the rhythmic grunts of two men working in concert across a tennis court—but Challengers knows better than to be subtle.

The critic Matt Zoller Seitz called it a Hollywood movie for adults, as opposed to an art movie. This feels about right to me. I recommend you see it in a packed theatre, ideally before everyon

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