Million Dollar Baby, Sideways

I wonder if there is an official index number, which could show a person¡¯s tolerance of depression material consumption without getting oneself depressed. If there was one, mine must be above average.

That being said, I must warn you that Million Dollar Baby is one depressing movie. The only other movie I could have given the same advice would be ¡°Boys Don¡¯t Cry¡±(1999). Hmmm¡­ interesting. Swank starred in both.

Thinking back, I have to admit that I did enjoy the first two thirds of the movie. I never liked boxing, still don¡¯t. But in the movie, when Clint Eastwood was explaining how boxing work, I was fascinated, especially when he talked about foot work, about how in order to retreat, you had to advance first. ¡°In boxing, it is all backwards.¡± He said. It reminded me what I had learned from climbing, the physics of our body, and the rational behind each move, the science behind each move. Even though I still couldn¡¯t apply Eastwood¡¯s explanation when I watched the boxing matches in the movie, I did feel the thrill when Hilary Swank beat up each and every of her opponents during first round, competition after competition. The movie conveyed, efficiently and pointedly, the crispness and the awesome feeling of a good punch. I now understand a little better why the director (Eastwood) likes boxing. Even though I myself still am not a fan of this bloody sport.

It has been a couple of days since we watched the movie; I still catch myself replaying the tragic moment of the movie in my head. For the remaining of the movie, I was completely in denial. I absolutely refused, am still refusing, to accept this gut-wrenching turn of the event.

Leaving the theatre, Mi said he spent the remaining of the movie hoping for a miracle and a happy ending.

I can¡¯t venture to guess what Eastwood was trying to convey by robbing the audience of a closure, because I can¡¯t get myself pass this awkward state of being in denial. 🙁

Help!

Sideways is a funny little movie.

My favorite scene was when Miles and Maya exchanged their love for wine on the back porch at Stephanie¡¯s place. Miles explained how Pinot Noir could only be made by the most patient person, starting from the grape vine to the barrel. It reminded me of the soft-spoken, gray bearded gentlemen Mr. Wood we have met on the wine country trip Mi and I took to the Andersen Valley in 2002. We stopped by a small vineyard called Chritine Woods, the owner Mr. Wood told us that after some experiment, he had settled on making Pinot Noir and Chardonnay only.