Or not. This is the plot summary for Million Dollar Baby:

Maggie Fitzgerald (Hilary Swank), a poor thirty-one years [sic.] old waiter [sic.]from the very lower classes [sic.] and with a dysfunctional loser family, decides to make a difference through the box [sic.]. She convinces the experienced hardened box [sic.] trainer Frankie Dunn (Clint Eastwood) to couch [sic.] her and be her manager, with the support of his old partner Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris (Morgan Freeman), who sees her potential as a boxer. Frankie has a problem of relationship [sic.] with his daughter, and practically adopts Maggie along her career.

Anyway, the Minister of Cool recommended this movie to me. Cool. I’ll give it a go on that basis alone. I expected a Karate Kid meets Rocky, feel good, sport-o flick, only gritty.

Uh, no. Wow. MoC was totally right. This movie kicked ass and kicked my ass. Here is a clue – it is not really about the boxing.

Move the stool, you moron!! I never saw THAT coming. Of course she will get up.

Or not.

And they have to show Frankie going all Harry Callahan on that cheating bitch fighter.   Did he beat her to a karmic pulp 6 times, or only 5?

Or not.

What happened to her (that cheating bitch fighter), anyway? I don’t know!

Messy, sad, unresolved, layered.

Perfect.