saw this last night. Wow, i was moved. I think about it now and get a bit "touchy feely". As ebert says better then i can, this is the anti-hollywood 2004 movie. Non-sensational, no FX, all character, all payoff, minimalist style, no gloss, no glamour, and all heart. I fear some may backlash against its heart on its sleave manner, as its also incredible anti-ironic. Thats rare these days. I hope people dont use its lack of irony against it. Hillary Swank is heart wrenching, and clint is truly an icon. Like Jimmy Carter is a better ex-president, finally having a showcase for his humanity and sensativity, so Clint is a better ex-movie star then box office idol. Its mind boggling to think the director of this film was once Dirty Harry and stared in movies with monkeys. Imagine if a subtle and brilliant autuer was discovered in tough guy vin deasel 20 years from now, and you get the drift. Ok, maybe it was never that extreme, but still. Go see this film, and be prepared to have trouble sitting through the next vapid CGI happy meal with a numeral after its name. what is it about boxing movies that lend themselves to such deeper meaning and sensativity?