It’s been nagging at me for awhile now. I mean, MDB is at worst a very good film, IMO. Eastwood deserves a place as one of the better directors of his time (and a far better director than actor, really). Hillary Swank is as awesome as ever. Sure, it’s a tough watch, but it’s supposed to be. It has genuine pathos and aching dialogue and scenes. So, why do I hate it?
Because I rented the fucker to see Girlfight 2, that’s why. Hey yeah, I got a solid, 4-star tour-de-force in its stead. But I wanted to see bitches punch each other in the face. I wanted some sort of grittier, muted Rocky. Raging Bull meets, well, Girlfight. I wanted to pull for the plucky, spunky Swank and triumph alongside her in the end.
Yeah, well, sure didn’t get that. OMIGOD THIS FILM HAS A TWIST! Yeah, maybe too big a one IMO. It’s like “Who got Boys Don’t Cry in my groovy fight pic?” WTF? It’s like going to see a feel-good romantic comedy starring Julia Roberts and having it turn into a horrific bloodbath horror flick. Wait, never mind, that would be awesome.
You get my point. But MDB gets a pass on this, because it’s fucking good. And my Moms did say “It’s not what you expect.” AND HOW. Still, remember all them stupid-ass films Robin Williams made early in his film career? The World According to Garp. Toys. Popeye. Those films just plained sucked anyway, but one of the primary reasons is that you thought you were getting Robin “cokefiend” Williams in some placeholder role while he got to be him. Hey, it worked in Mork and Mindy. Instead, some bullshit, hackneyed, awkward, ersatz melodrama that fucking ruined the whole experience. But that experience wasn’t all that hot to begin with, and neither was the end product.
I mean, I realize the tough bit about MDB. If you know the twist, it fucks up the film. The twist is precisely the jarring abruptness of tragedy, striking anytime, anywhere, sending a presumed life’s journey of success and triumph into nearly faultless misery, sadness, and heartache. But man, that wasn’t what I was there for, you know? C’mon Clint, give us a break. I know where to go, usually, if I want to sob quietly into my box of Dots.
And I still want Girlfight 2, though. And I want Swank to star in it.