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DVD Review: Clint Eastwood’s Million Dollar Baby on Warner Home Video

Not a lot of supplemental materials here, but not unlike the film, they don’t mess around.


Million Dollar Baby

Another act of faith from Clint Eastwood, Million Dollar Baby may be the best American film of 2004. The story of a woman who becomes a boxing sensation after winning the affections of her would-be manager, the film casts Hilary Swank as the David to Eastwood’s Goliath. Told with the kind of lyrical stoicism and rough-hewn sentimentality that suggests a gravel-voiced grandfather recounting war stories while chugging jiggers of scotch, Million Dollar Baby envisions an elegiac boulevard of broken dreams where characters drown in the spiritual anemia of noir shadows. It’s across a very wide gender and cultural divide that Maggie Fitzgerald (Swank, proving for the first time since Boys Don’t Cry why she won an Oscar—and why she may win another), a 31-year-old waitress who “grew up knowing she was trash,” appeals to the crotchety Frankie Dunn (Eastwood), a man whose failure as a father is hauntingly mirrored in his failures as a coach. Unlike any boxing film before it, Million Dollar Baby gets down to the existential nitty-gritty of the sport; of course, it should come as no surprise that Eastwood, whose films are directed and cut like great jazz pieces, reveres movement the way he does, evoking every physical step Swank makes inside the ring as the dance of a wandering soul. That’s not to say that the film is full of itself, because while Million Dollar Baby carries a hefty spiritual load, it’s also very funny (“You have 20 seconds before this turns into a geyser and spills all over the front row” is one of Frank’s more amusing alpha-male instructions to his prized filly). Outside the ring, Swank and Eastwood engage in an emotional two-step: Maggie successfully appeals to Frank’s compassion, and soon they’re treating each other like father and daughter. Eastwood, who similarly observes the wear and tear his characters take to the flesh in the same way they suffer inside, evokes life as a journey of shared consciousness. As Eddie “Scrap-Iron” Dupris, Morgan Freeman is the story’s Greek chorus, observing the many converging circles of abuse around him, but he is also Frank’s albatross: Eddie, who lost an eye during a match Frank should never have let him fight, now lives and works inside Frank’s gym, and it’s understood (make no mistake: Eastwood makes art out of subtlety) that his presence in his ex-trainer’s world represents a form of penance. By film’s end, Frank, referred to as a “fucking pagan” by a local priest, finds his holy spirit and negotiates God under his own terms, performing a final act of contrition so powerful and serene you can almost see his soul being set at ease during the film’s melancholic final shot. Truly, this is a man that has successfully rolled with life’s punches.


Million Dollar Baby is presented in 2.40:1 anamorphic widescreen on this three-disc DVD edition, preserving its original aspect ratio. There’s some minor edge enhancement issues and blacks, while deep, are perhaps a little too dark, but colors are cleanly conveyed and flesh tones are something to behold. The audio mix is a powerhouse-frequency response is solid, dialogue is clean (Freeman’s voiceover is appropriately overwhelming), and the many punches thrown throughout the film allow the track to flex its surround capabilities.


Nothing but the film and its theatrical trailer on disc one. The behind-the-scenes featurette titled “Born to Fight” that kicks off disc two is an elegant assemblage of film footage and cast interviews: There’s an inconsistency in the way the actors are shot (Anthony Mackie’s footage is fuzzy and the camera stays close on Lucia Rijker), but this scarcely detracts from the intimacy of the recollections. The equally no-frills “Producers Round 15” allows producers Albert S. Ruddy, Tom Rosenberg, and screenwriter Paul Haggis to recall the evolution of the project from script to screen. Both here and in the roundtable interview with Clint Eastwood, Hilary Swank, and Morgan Freeman (hosted by a predictably unbearable James Lipton), the reverence for Eastwood’s approach (not messing around on the set, deliberately keeping imperfections in the script, shooting only one or two takes) proves most memorable. Finally, on disc three, fans of the film can listen to Eastwood’s lovely score.


Not a lot of supplemental materials here, but not unlike the film, they don’t mess around. And if the soundtrack isn’t your thing, you’ll want to opt for the less expensive two-disc edition.

Cast: Clint Eastwood, Hilary Swank, Morgan Freeman, Jay Baruchel, Mike Colter, Lucia Rijker, Brian F. O'Byrne, Anthony Mackie, Margo Martindale, Riki Lindhome, Michael Peña, Benito Martinez, Bruce MacVittie Director: Clint Eastwood Screenwriter: Paul Haggis Distributor: Warner Home Video Running Time: 132 min Rating: PG-13 Year: 2004 Release Date: July 12, 2005 Buy: Video, Soundtrack, Book

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