Hilary Swank, Mogan Freeman, and of course Clint Esetwood.
There is no reason not to like them-
Maggie, Scrap, Frakie Dunn.
Hilary Swank was born with a determined face, wide frame, prominent edges and corners, big eyes and big mouth. It is not pretty, but it makes people feel her inner strength. From "Boys Don't Cry" to "Millions of Baby", from lonely searching for same-sex love to facing the battlefield of boxing alone, she has advanced to the end time and time again, beautifully heroic, and won wonderfully.
There is always a power to support her stubbornness.
I don’t know why she was treated as rubbish by her family since she was a child. If she is insatiable and selfish and rude is a noble morality, then well, rubbish is an honor. This kind of glory can illuminate the dark future, see the faith in the heart, and the incomparable hope of moving forward.
And all her worth is just countless coins and change poured out of a glass jar, but she can be exchanged for her presence in the simple club and a pair of red boxing gloves from ON SALE in the small shop.
Her last stubbornness.
BOXING. It has nothing to do with fame or fortune, or just constant beating, understanding one's strength in the friction between muscles; or related to challenges, she is like a weed, survival itself is the biggest challenge. So she has to punch, punch the sandbag over and over again.
Not a proof, but a realization.
In the dark, I heard the dull and determined sound of Maggie's punch on the sandbag, buried deep into the empty training ground. That is the world of Scrap, the old fighter. "The light is off, this is my place." It's a godlike tone. Mogan Freeman, a black man, has played countless supporting roles that overshadowed the protagonist's limelight. He is a god or prisoner leader or a former fighter. He is at ease and comes at his fingertips. I don't know whether it is because of his performance or the scriptures. He always reflects the light of extraordinary wisdom in him, making him exist as if he is out of the plot. He is a bystander, a presenter, and even a near god.
Scrap's eyes seemed to be possible for him and Fracki. I can't see the right eye now, but I clearly remember yesterday, the enthusiasm and hope of yesterday. So, he saw the light of MAGGIE, guiding Maggie's boxing skills in the dark, she was really talented, and with a little touch, she performed well. At the end, I faintly felt that this had already laid the groundwork. This was a gift from Scrap to his old friend Fracki, and it was Scrap's last call to Fracki.
Fracki has been burdened by other people all his life. Daughter, Scrap and Maggie, he even doubted the existence of God, he even doubted the origin of the devil. BOXING, perhaps the incarnation of gods and demons, are both gods' creations.
Only then did I understand that Fracki's actor is the director. Looking at the history, most of them are thrilling gun battles and the like, without much understanding, but Fracki's mouth and eyebrows are vague and entangled. Yes, he doubted. He doubted his choice, doubted a specific existence, but had no doubt about BOXING. He twisted his body, as if he was personally on the battlefield, he finally couldn't help but rushed off the stage, pointing to Maggie who was fighting hard, his last stubbornness, from then on to the end. Maggie is really strong. Whenever I KO my opponent, I can't help but cheer.
However, the ending is always like this, not surprising, but deep into the heart. Very exciting, to the point where it is difficult to continue. In front of it, everything is helpless. First of all, the family members who call MAGGIE rubbish are the real rubbish, and MAGGIE finally let go of them, and finally affirmed herself that she no longer needs BOXING, but it is incomparable. The love is like life. Scrap slammed his only punch in the play, which seemed to be an explosion of his accumulated strength over the years, and was his last stubborn reservation of BOXING.
Fracki, he finally saw God. Finally obeyed God's guidance. Finally found his place-the cozy cabin where MAGGIE passed by with his father in his childhood memories.
Finally, thinking of Mayday’s song "My Last Stubbornness and Me"
When I am different from the world, then it makes me different.
Persistence for me is just to fight against me,
if I can’t do it to myself, if I lie to myself
Even if you don’t forgive me, you can’t forgive the
most beautiful wish. It must be the craziest.
I am my own God where I live.
My last stubbornness and I clenched our hands. I never let go.
Is it heaven? Even if
I’m disappointed, I can’t despair. Proud stubbornness I sang loudly in the wind.
This time I was crazy for myself. This time I
stood in the dark with my stubborn Scrap and Fracki, hiding their faces, and telling MAGGIE all kinds of BOXING, as if a god descended, They are all saying-
I am my own god where I live
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