Film

Million Dollar Baby

Name: Million Dollar Baby
Genre: Drama
Released: 2004
Cast: Clint Eastwood, Hilary Swank, Morgan Freeman, Jay Baruchel, Mike Colter

A boxing movie for people who don't much care for boxing movies. Eastwood plays a weathered trainer who reluctantly takes on a self-taught fighter with nothing left to lose, and the film builds patient, disciplined scenes of sweat and strategy before pivoting into something far heavier — a story about family, loyalty, and what love actually costs. Beautiful, brutal, not for a casual Tuesday.

TMDb rating

8.0

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