I've never been the biggest Clint Eastwood fan. Ever since Absolute Power (of which I thought the title referred to the lead character's absolute paternal power but that's another post altogether) he's left a sour taste in my mouth. And Mystic River was so bombastic it might as well have been a Soundgarden video. Jonathan Rosenbaum wrote what I think is the best review of it so far of it.

But all my heart aches to see Million Dollar Baby. I don't know if it's Hilary Swank or if it's Morgan Freeman's gravitas but there is a still a large part of me that sits alone in a dark movie theater and believes in it, the movie. It seems like that kind of movie, what the native americans used to call film: the white man's magic.