I loved it. Russell Crowe was fantastic as Jim Braddock, a Depression Era underdog boxer. The movie focused a lot on his relationship with his family...and because a lot of it takes place in his dark, basement apartment, you really get an idea of what it must have been like raising kids during the Depression. There is a particularly touching scene where he gives his dinner to his daughter and then explains to her he is full because he dreamt he ate an enormous steak. It's a bit hokey, yes, but it's Ron Howard...and you expect that. Paul Giamatti is fantastic as his manager and Renee Zellweger is tolerable as his wife. (I find that whenever I see a movie with Renee Zellweger, I am constantly wishing she will get run over by a truck in the next scene. I don't know...maybe it's her voice, maybe it's because my wife made me sit through Chicago, maybe I am still upset with her for ruining Jerry Maguire...I'm not really sure. Anyway, I wasn't rooting for her to die in this movie and that is really saying something). The fight scenes were ok...and though not wonderful, you never get the feeling that this is an actor and could never be a professional athlete (like when Tim Robbins throws like a girl in Bull Durham). I thought they focused a bit too much on the "this guy has killed two men in the ring" angle though it was probably necessary to set up the Hulk Hogan-like Burst-of-Strength-Following-What-Appears-to-be-a-Devastating-Blow Moment. The last fight scene is just a little bit too long, but it doesn't stop you from wanting to cheer out loud at the end of the movie. 4.5 Stars