Maggie dreams of becoming a boxer and convinces a veteran trainer (Clint Eastwood) to take her on. | score 5 |
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Cast Hilary Swank, Clint Eastwood, Morgan Freeman Director Clint Eastwood Screenwriter Paul Haggiss, F.X. Toole Country USA Rating / Running Time MA / 137 minutes Australian Release February 2005 Official Site (c) moviereview
2005
ABN 72 775 390 361 |
“Boxing is about respect. Taking it
from the other guy, getting it for yourself”. In a grim corner of Los
Angeles, Maggie (Hilary Swank) is a young woman with no discernable future,
determined to shake her trailer-trash past. She’s tough, knows a thing or
two about defending herself and chooses boxing. Fortunately her local gym is
run by a one-time champion trainer (Clint Eastwood) whom she chooses to
train her. Dismissive of Maggie’s enthusiasm and scornful of woman, he gives
her short shrift but is eventually won over by determination and
persistence. He’s a bit of a softy underneath it all and besides, his
partner at the gym (Morgan Freeman) has set him up. The pair become fast
friends and with a powerful upper-cut, she brawls her way to the top until,
one punch away from having it all, the landscape dramatically changes. A
McGuffin you might say and you’d be right for Eastwood’s film is not
Rocky-For-Girls but a powerful meditation on self-respect,
resilience and inspiration. Swank, always terrific, is at the top of her
game and fights to the very end. It’s a thrilling performance enhanced by
Eastwood’s masterful control behind the camera. Million Dollar Baby
looks suitably ragged and downtrodden, is visually and emotionally dirty,
and, with the notable, one-dimensional exception of Swank’s hillbilly
family, is populated with thoroughly believable characters. On the downside
is Freeman’s intrusive narration, one that weighs heavily on a film already
struggling with Eastwood self-cast in a crucial role: a strong actor, he’s
no match for Swank’s muscular effort. Yet these are minor bruises in a
heat-felt film that’s not only plausible but sweetly touching. // COLIN FRASER |