Fight films are rarely complex. They are the closest the male of the species get to chick flicks – a warm comfortable space where we can bond, laugh and yes, even cry. Fight films are simple, primal things. They are about redemption and escape; from poverty, from a hopeless future. They are also about the things that we can’t escape from; family, and our own worst impulses. Gavin O’Connor’s Warrior does nothing to alter this template, and is all the stronger for it.