Yesterday afternoon Cliff, Sue and I braved the rainstorm and went to go check out the new Clint Eastwood film, “Million Dollar Baby”.It was by far the best film I’ve seen in a very long time, and could give Warner Bros. a shot at its first Best Picture Oscar� since 1992’s “Unforgiven”.
Clint Eastwood’s “Million Dollar Baby” is the best movie released by a major Hollywood studio this year, and not because it is the grandest, the most ambitious or even the most original.
On the contrary: it is a quiet, intimately scaled three-person drama directed in a patient, easygoing style, without any of the displays of allusive cleverness or formal gimmickry that so often masquerade as important filmmaking these days.
Mr. Eastwood treats the conventions of the boxing-movie genre, its measured alternations of adversity and redemption, like the chord changes to a familiar song – the kind of standard that can, in the hands of a deft and sensitive musician, be made to yield fresh meanings and unexpected reservoirs of deep and difficult emotion.
The film rarely shifts its gaze from its three main characters, who glow with a fierce individuality and whose ways of speaking unlock the poetry that still lives in the plain American vernacular.
From the New York Times.