Breaking from the routine, I decided today I will do a movie review. Today, I saw Cinderella Man.

Cinderella Man is a great movie but could have been a lot better. One thing that would have really interested me would have been Russel Crowe throwing a phone at Renee Zellweger's face. That would have been worth $7 alone. Plus the chances of Renee's face coming out the worst is about the same as, well, it ain't going to happen.

Essentially, its a story about this boxer who started out really strong and had a promising career. That was in 1929. After his glorious burst on the boxing scene, his career path strongly resembled that of the Dow at this time: more or less in a free fall. So by the middle of the movie, our star, Russell Crowe, a.k.a. James J. Braddock, has lost numerous fights against low-quality fighters, loses his boxing license, has his hand broke, has his power cut off, goes on public assistance, begs for money from boxing big wigs, his kids are moved out because they are getting sick, and is still married to Renee Zellweger. If you are going to see this movie, don't read that last sentence because it gives a lot of information away. Basically, at this point its like Mike Tyson's life, except not nearly as hilarious. "Maybe I'll just sink into Bolivian." Hehe. Oh Mike, if you didn't sound like a bumbling idiot or an emo "rocker" everytime you opened that ear-loving mouth of yours, I'd wish you talked more.

However, instead of filing for bankruptcy and tending a flock of pigeons to round out his miserable days, our guy fights back. Of course, he gets a lucky break as his longtime trainer/promoter asks him to do one more fight to fill in a vacancy in a fight that was going to happen the next day. Our phone-throwing, I mean, punch-throwing, hero jumps at the chance to earn any bit of money that he can. This possibly could have happened to Mike, but in a stroke of genius, he decided to sue his promoter for millions and millions of dollars, putting a bit of a kink in their relationship. Those pet tigers gotta eat, you know.

This is where the movie gets good. Otherwise, you'd probably just want to shoot yourself when you got out of the movie the way it was going. Here, instead of watching a human interest story, with our downtrodden hero in assistance lines and such, we get a pay-per-view quality fight. Wait, not one, but FOUR!!

My train of thought derailed, I'll get back to this