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Eastwood's latest Baby proves he's still a money player.

lint Eastwood began digging into the third act of his career -- the one that reveals the mature, deep-thinking artistŠwith a little jazz piano on the side -- a dozen years ago, with the discomfiting anti-Western Unforgiven. Since then, he's hardly come up for air or given himself a break. Last year's Mystic River was certainly his most serious, multi-layered film to date, a harrowing meditation on the tug of loyalty and the consequences of violence that showed us, in no uncertain terms, what he has become (or what he wants us to see): a reflective superstar who's evolved into an uneasy moralist with a true gift for drama and second thoughts about his own past. You know, Dirty Harry in active retirement, cringing here and there about all that gunfire and revenge.

This not altogether flattering urge for self-examination and spiritual inquiry continues with Million Dollar Baby, for which Eastwood once more serves as producer, director and lead actor -- the whole Wellesian ball of wax. On the surface, it's a boxing movie with a conventional plot and stock characters, shot in grim, desaturated color tones: A broken-down L.A. fight trainer with gnawing secrets reluctantly takes on a raw but courageous champ-in-the-making, and while rising fast in the game, they both get a shot at redemption. John Garfield could tell you the same story, and so could Sylvester Stallone (four or five times). Of such stuff boxing movies are made. Just make sure to keep the arena clouded in cigar smoke and spatter the combatants with blood every three rounds.

But Eastwood lost patience with surface and convention a long time ago, and he's nothing if not a reacher. So from the moment its oblique, ironic title appears on the screen until we're blindsided by what follows almost two hours later, we see that Million Dollar Baby is not a fight movie at all, but another meditation on conscience. Eastwood's carefully constructed character, a gravel-voiced, gimp-legged old gym rat named Frankie Dunn, carries so much baggage into the ring that he practically needs a bellhop; he's a tormented Irish-Catholic who reads Yeats poems, goes to Mass every day and delights in yanking his parish priest's chain. Fact is, Frankie broke with his only child, a daughter named Katy, decades ago, and he's never gotten over that crisis of faith. Graham Greene this is not, but it'll do. Paul Haggis's screenplay, cut and pasted from a collection of short stories, Rope Burns, by a retired corner man named F.X. Toole, stinks of liniment when it needs to ("Boxing is about respect -- gettin' it for yourself and takin' it from the other guy"), but it's really about Frankie trying to reclaim fatherhood.

A fistful: Clint Eastwood, Morgan Freeman and Hilary Swank get plucky in Million Dollar Baby.
A fistful: Clint Eastwood, Morgan Freeman and Hilary Swank get plucky in Million Dollar Baby.
Hometown hero: Nick Nolte gives Don Cheadle some pointers in Hotel Rwanda.
Hometown hero: Nick Nolte gives Don Cheadle some pointers in Hotel Rwanda.

In this 21st century, it should come as but a mild shock that the grizzled trainer's hard-hitting protegé is a woman -- a 31-year-old woman, at that. Many traditional fight fans see female boxing as a freak show sweetened with a touch of pornographic fantasy. Who cares what they think? The old school is losing its alumni fast to age and infirmity, and for Eastwood's purposes here, a woman fighter is perfect -- especially since she is played by the extraordinarily talented Hilary Swank, who took home an Oscar for Boys Don't Cry.Without leaning too heavily on whatever she's seen in Rocky or Requiem for a Heavyweight, Swank convinces us not only that her Maggie Fitzgerald is abused trailer trash who grew up hard in the Ozarks (perfect accent, Hil), but that she, just like every other feisty, give-me-no-charity pug who ever glimpsed a ray of light, means to punch her way to freedom. There's nothing sappy or false or fake-athletic in here: Swank used no fight doubles, and we learn some boxing skills as Frankie teaches them to her. Swank jumps rope beautifully, smashes the heavy bag with authority and starches her opponents with spirit; more important, she gives off the relentless hunger and heart that every fighter needs. When her hard work inside Frankie's scummy, ill-lighted gym starts to pay off, we believe it.

It wouldn't do to say more about the powerful surrogate-daughter/surrogate-father element of Million Dollar Baby, and you must discover its pivotal heartbreak for yourself (the movie's tenth round will ring a bell for One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest fans). Meanwhile, devotees of aphorism will find it aplenty in the familiar type played here by Morgan Freeman: Scrap is a canny old boxer who lost an eye years and years ago in his 109th and final fight (that was Frankie's fault, too), and he now shows a few things to the young hopefuls at the gym before bedding down for the night in the back room. As you might expect, world-weary wisdom is really his strong suit, and he dispenses it in great gobs ("Some wounds are too deep and too close to the bone") as Baby's voice-over narrator. A too-convenient dramatic device? Probably.

That aside, it's difficult not to admire Eastwood's dogged (and likely painful) pursuit of real life and authentic emotion. Baby may not be quite as compelling as Mystic River or Unforgiven, but there's something so stirring, and disquieting, too, in his quest that we cannot help but pay close attention to him. In the middle of his long career's third act, he's still searching for the secrets of things with striking resolve. You certainly can't ask more than that of any 75-year-old ex-gunslinger. ver a three-month period in 1994, machete-wielding Hutu tribesmen in Rwanda hacked to death 800,000 Tutsi men, women and children. News reports, including film footage of the unfolding carnage, were broadcast around the globe. In the face of such unremitting acts of inhumanity, the world community did nothing.

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