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.
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?
What happened to her (that cheating bitch fighter), anyway? I don’t know!
Messy, sad, unresolved, layered.