Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson gives the most raw and vulnerable performance of his career in The Smashing Machine. Unfortunately, the film around him can’t match his intensity. What should have been a defining sports drama instead feels like a rough draft of greatness.

Him isn’t just a sports horror film—it’s a sermon on the cost of greatness. Director Justin Tipping delivers a fever dream of masculinity, worship, and the violence of ambition, with Marlon Wayans giving one of his most haunting performances. Beneath the blood and symbolism lies a deeper question: what happens when athletic excellence becomes religion, and the human body becomes its altar?