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Morgan Freeman and Jamie Foxx are no martyrs. After all, they're rich and famous, and they just won Oscars for their acting in movies that indicate that everything has not been as it should for black people in America. Still, the recent triumphs for African-Americans in the industry bring to mind Murray Kempton's remark in his great essay "The Dry Bones": "For it is not the least of a martyr's scourges to be canonized by the persons who burned him."
Technically, Hilary Swank speaks almost throughout Million Dollar Baby, but most of her performance involves jabbing and sweating. That's all right; as long as we're righting balances, we might as well study and enjoy women hitting each other in the face, as movies have permitted us to do with men for a century. Or, in the correct idiom, let women join in the liquid ballet of clenched fist and breath that is boxing at its best. A report from a Houston gym that gladly trains women:
On appearances, the gym is no place for a lady. But if a woman can go to war, fly a jet or run an international corporation, she can also throw—and take—a punch. So the boxing gym has been forced, grudgingly, to adapt. "What she (Swank) went through was very believable, very accurate," [promising female boxer Akondaye] Fountain contends. "The men not wanting to train her, giving her a hard time, not respecting her boxing skills, that's what we get a lot of."
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Fountain hopes to land five fights this year, maybe the last one for a championship. Her aspirations are no different from those of the 21-year-old sensation Diaz or any of the other men around her at the gym. When Freeman's Scrap Iron speaks in Million Dollar Baby about why fighters fight, his words cut straight to Akondaye's heart.
"If there's magic in boxing," he says, "it's the magic of fighting battles beyond endurance, beyond cracked ribs, ruptured kidneys and detached retinas. It's the magic of risking everything for a dream that nobody sees but you."
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No discussion of the Sandra Dee snub? If we can’t trust emdashes to be on the forefront of this story, who can we trust?
Yes, that was a cruel omission. But to soothe your ache I have a link to newlyweds Sandra Dee and Bobby Darin as Oscar presenters in 1961. By the way, as the Sandra Dee Fans site notes: “Bobby and Sandy were seen briefly during the recent Oscar 2000 telecast. It was during the ‘In Memoriam’ section of the program, and Ernest Gold, who [had] recently passed away, was saluted. A clip of Mr. and Mrs. Darin and Gold during the 1961 ceremony was shown.” Still got your VHS tape of that?