I cry everytime I see the video of her landing the triple axel.

That's truly who Tonya was. She wasn't the evil villain to America's twisted story of fame, nor was she a redneck, a hillbilly, or a white trash girl with no education. She was that triple axel. She was the buildup to it, and the falling out after it. She was the doubt, the inspiration, and the feeling everyone across the world had when she landed it. After the triple axel, she was everything.

She never wanted to be anything but the best. And who can blame her? She was the image of the American dream, from beginning to end. She was what the people wanted her to…

Director Craig Gillespie has a habit of turning a bad pitch into a good movie. Lars and the Real Girl, a story about a man who falls in love with a life-size doll, sounds awful on paper. So does a remake of Fright Night. And so does a movie about the infamous Tonya Harding.

Even though I'm an Oregonian (Sco Ducks!), I didn't know much about the Tonya Harding case going into the movie. My only information was from my mom, who said that Tonya was a figure skater who personally busted a woman's knees herself, and that she hopes that Tonya will get no money from this "disgusting" movie. Obviously, that's not the truth. But at the same time,…