The Wrestler

Just got done watching this critically-acclaimed film starring Mickey Rourke and Marisa Tomei.

It was . . . well . . . interesting.

Not that I'd ever have to watch it again.

Trying to be positive here, but it's hard not having much of a basis in professional wrestling "culture."

The best part of the film for me was the soundtrack, because it was heavily peppered with some great 80s metal. (Guns n Roses, Ratt, Quiet Riot, etc.)

In fact, if ye socks simply listen to the *new* Bruce Springsteen song composed specifically to play behind the closing credits, you can pretty much get the gist of the movie without having to waste an hour and a half of your lives.

The Wrestler is a one trick pony. He's not a good dad. He's not a good boyfriend. He's not a good employee or co-worker. He's not good at anything beyond the wrestling ring. And, that's frustrating . . . at least to this viewer.

I kept getting disappointed with Rourke's character. Just when you think he's ready to accept a new phase in his life, one in which he might gain some real self-actualization, he reverts to form.

I guess it was all that disappointment that overshadowed the few glimmering aspects of the film.

Bottom line: skip the flick, stick to the soundtrack.