Challengers

All’s fair in love and tennis: it’s a brutal, animalistic tussle that leaves no one unscathed.

Guadagnino knows how to make people very, very attractive. But that’s not the same as interesting.

Challengers hails the voyeuristic spectator at every turn: It’s a movie as much about watching as about performing, as much about scopophilia as exhibitionism.

There are times you want to fight Challengers—to take its sliced-and-diced timeline and put everything in its proper order—but resistance is futile.

For all of its heat and copious amounts of kissing, there are no sex scenes – except that sweaty, ecstatic tennis match.

Challengers is much more than a sport movie... But it would be wrong to say that this story isn’t about what tennis does to normal people: the ways it binds them inextricably to one another.

A triumph of filmmaking. The score pulsates throughout the movie, expertly accentuating performances from three of the most magnetic actors working today who are being guided by a director who understands young, raw talent like nobody else in the industry

Challengers is a thorny, passionate experience from start to finish.

All buildup and no release, posing hypotheticals and cheering for matches that never feel finished.

I’ve spent more time thinking about Luca Guadagnino’s Challengers than most movies...this year...[especially] Josh O’Connor’s scene-stealing performance [which] elevates every scene partner and Luca Guadagnino’s impeccable blocking and directing