Double fault: Challengers is as bad in the bedroom as it is on the tennis court

Critics might have fallen for Luca Guadagnino's erotic tennis romp but it's a vapid string of disappointing choices I have spent the week and a half since seeing Challengers on the brink of throwing a racquet-trashing, expletive-scattering, McEnroe-style tantrum. Is Hawkeye working? Did they not see it? How, for an exhausting Mahut-Isner length of huffing and puffing, practically every single one of the wild swings taken by Luca Guadagnino's film missed its target and landed out by a country mil...