First the good...it’s the classic underdog boxing story about a kid from nowhere making it big. Clint Eastwood is terrific as the grizzled, stubborn coach with his own baggage who wants nothing to do with training a girl, but eventually gets charmed/guilted into doing it, Morgan Freeman is great as the washed up fighter who now works for Clint emptying spit buckets, and Hillary Swank’s portrayal of the lead character is endearing at times and fist-pumpingly exciting at others. There are cool sideplots too, like Freeman’s recount of how he held on too long at the end of his career, the kid who trains at the gym that clearly has no talent, and Clint’s curious habit of going to church and taunting the priest. And of course, Morgan Freeman narrates the movie which automatically makes any movie half a star better. Sometimes I think Freeman could read the dictionary out loud and make it sound compelling.In any case, as the movie rolls along with fantastic fight scene after fight scene, you find yourself rooting for Swank like these were real fights. I was having such a good time, I started thinking whether this movie might crack my list of “Top Five Movies I Ended Up Liking Even Though My Wife Picked Them Out.�