Second post of the day. Just wanted to say how glad I am that Million Dollar Baby cleaned up at the Oscars. I'm a major Scorcese fan, but I don't understand all the arty farty agonising about him missing out- why would anyone want to see a film about Howard Hughes? Million Dollar Baby haunted me for a week, and can I just point out: how often is a mainstream American film about a woman's passionate journey, a poor ("trailer trash"- such an offensive term) woman, in her thirties, who not once appears on screen in sexy drag, or has a sexual relationship or flirtation. It was like a long cool drink of water in that sense, and also, as a girl who likes girls, I so enjoyed her tough tomboy thing with the six pack appearing over the length of the film as she trained.
This is known as the "grateful for any crumbs they throw us" school of feminist film theory (also applies to queer film). In a more rich film environment I would have a few negative comments for MDB (why are all the "bad" fighters women of colour?) but it just leapt out and wrapped my heart in its dark embrace. Daddy-daughter stuff always does me in too. And thinking about Clint- the other film he won an Oscar for, Unforgiven, was also about a washed up old warrior pulled back into the fight for the sake of supporting a hard done by, abused younger woman for whom he has paternal and friendly feelings. Just gotta love the guy.
And, I have a new game which I invented, called "Name the old person who you would shag as they are now". Clint Eastwood is so on my list. Who's on yours (I won't define "old" but please, no 40 year olds)?