‘Fighting With My Family,’ a body slam

EVEN the most eccentric passions of working-class England have seldom featured as much spandex as “Fighting With My Family.”

Patrick “Rowdy Ricky Knight” Bevis (Nick Frost) and Julia “Sweet Saraya” Bevis (Lena Headey) are your average parents, raising a couple of tykes in Norwich, England, to stand up for themselves, work together and maintain a firm choke hold. Collectively they worship at the altar of “Macho Man” Randy Savage. They believe in body slams the way other families preach a heathy breakfast.

“Fighting With My Family,” the solo writing-directing debut of Stephen Merchant (“The Office”), is based on a true story and a colorful documentary. Saraya-Jade (Florence Pugh) and her older brother, Zak (Jack Lowden), have been bred by their WWE-obsessed parents to leg-drop and pile-drive. They each aspire to the big time while ardently participating in their family’s far more regional and ragtag wrestling business. In a sport/entertainment full of skeptics, they’re true believers.

The twist in “Fighting With My Family” is not only that SarayaJade actually succeeds, winning a tryout with the WWE in Florida, but that this modest and formulaic sports movie takes on unexpected heavyweight status.

“Fighting With My Family” was made with the blessing and the branding of the WWE, and it includes plenty of pro wrestler cameos, most notably The Rock, who’s a producer on the film. It’s a little like if Barry Bonds turned up in “The Sandlot.”

Yet “Fighting With My Family” isn’t just about the quixotic small-town dreams of some hard-scrabble devotees, but the leap into megawatt fame and the strain it can put on family dynamics. When a wisecracking trainer named Hutch (Vince Vaughn) at a London tryout picks Saraya-Jade, who renames herself Paige, Zak is told he doesn’t have the “it” factor his sister exudes.

But Paige isn’t so sure of herself, either.

“Do you see yourself as a sixinch action figure?” asks Hutch, a question that might be better served for mental institution examinations. When Paige sees the other women trying to make it — models and cheerleaders, mostly — she feels even more uncertain. Hutch warns with ominous certainty: “Before you leave Orlando, at least one you will be a stripper.”

It’s a compelling and likable cast, and Merchant keeps the film, for all its sportsmovie clichés, mostly lively, good-hearted and consistently funny. That’s aided in part by the charm explosions that happen whenever The Rock steps in. But the movie is mostly on Pugh’s shoulders. The young actress broke through, terrifically, in 2017’s “Lady Macbeth,” which, ironically, was a far more rock’em-sock’em showcase for her considerable talent. Pugh never looks quite at ease in the ring in “Fighting With My Family,” but her performance is so layered with ambition and selfdoubt that the film exceeds its familiar framework.

Still, the movie is best when furthest from the WWE main stage, back in the Bevis’ Norwich living room, where, for example, a more typically British visitor has the nerve to politely query, “Sorry, what is the WWE?” — and subsequently suffers some of the most withering stares you’ll ever see.

It turns out that the heart of the goofy soap opera that is professional wrestling is in Norwich.