While the acting is mostly impressive, the ending of the film leaves much to be desired as screenwriters E. Max Frye and Dan Futterman's script simply flutters to a close without much of an impact.

In the back hour, the music quietly turns the screws, and Miller stops letting the air in, and I realized that a knot had formed in my chest.

[Miller] is equally adept at portraying the peculiarities of wrestling here, and how those physical moves -- beautifully choreographed and executed -- sync with deeper psychological currents.

The result is the quietly explosive 'Foxcatcher'; a somber rough-and-tumble look at moneyed mannerisms; the banality of clean white tennis shoes.