Capt. UberHusband and I had a date today. We went and saw Cinderella Man. He saw it at 11:45 a.m. EDT and I saw it at 11:05 a.m. CDT. Then, we got on the phone afterwards to discuss.

Now, I just don’t get why people aren’t going to see this movie. If you’re avoiding it because you think Russell Crowe is a jerk, get over yourself and go watch him do what he does best…act. He’s amazing. Just like with what he did for A Beautiful Mind and Gladiator, he took his character, boxing legend Jim Braddock…and became him.

It was a mesmerizing and unbelievably riveting film. I cried when Jim Braddock’s family didn’t have enough money to pay their electric bill during the depths of the Depression. I cried when he told his daughter that he’d had a dream about steaks and mashed potatoes and that he was stuffed, so could she finish his breakfast? I cried when he had no choice but to go to the government for assistance and I cried when he paid the $368 back.

I cheered when he kicked Max Baer’s arrogant ass in the ring and became the heavyweight champion.

I don’t recommend taking the kids to see Cinderella Man, because the movie is very violent…I have a tough time watching boxing, real or fictional. But then again, some movies are made for adults and all you adults out there…you should go see it. I hate to use that tired cliche of it being a movie about the triumph of the human spirit, but it was.

And Paul Giamatti…he was amazing…one of the best supporting performances I think I’ve ever seen.

I think the funniest part of the movie was the woman behind me who apparently wasn’t up to speed on Jim Braddock’s story because, when he took a fairly nasty punch part-way through his bout with Baer, she said, “Well, that’s the end of his boxing career.” {snicker}

Can’t wait for next weekend, when Mr. and Mrs. UberHusband get to go see Mr. and Mrs. Smith.