Rent The Wrestler (2008)

Strength vulnerability and immorality - The Wrestler review by JD

This has the machismo of Rocky with moments of contrasting tenderness. This superficial character spends all day body-building and all night hiring prostitutes and snorting cocaine. He is a bad boy hero and not one that draws you to him. The vulnerable scenes were not well acted or directed but made good sense to the plot. The film is a cult classic but didn't really grip me.

The bigger they used to be, the harder they fall... - The Wrestler review by Count Otto Black

By far the best thing about this film is Mickey Rourke's truly magnificent performance, which as cinematic portrayals of washed-up pugilists go is up there with Robert DeNiro's in "Raging Bull". I'm not sure which is better, but it has to be said that Randy the Ram is a much nicer guy than Jake LaMotta, and if he's no better at relationships, it's for entirely different reasons. This battered old wreck who can't grow up and lives in a dismal caravan surrounded by tacky souvenirs of his long-past glory days may be irresponsible, not too bright, and still sporting terrible eighties hair in his fifties, but he's oddly lovable, and he deserves a break.

Of course, this being a Darren Aronofsky film, what are the chances he's going to get one? He's an obsolete poverty-stricken has-been, both the women in his life are even more emotionally damaged than he is (in the case of his daughter, it may be his fault, but we're given so little backstory that she comes across as a bit crazy), and on top of all that, he finds out early in the film that his heart's in such bad shape that to carry on wrestling would be literally suicidal. Is there any possibility whatsoever of a happy ending?

The script is rather lazy, with too many plot-points that are predictable clichés. Will our hero last long in a job which seems specifically designed to humiliate him beyond endurance? Go on, guess! The Ram's fellow wrestlers have tremendous camaraderie and warmth that almost amounts to love, even while they're beating each other up in ways that have to be seen to be believed - seriously, staple-guns?! - whereas the women he desperately tries to connect with are traumatized wrecks who seem barely able to relate to anyone. The 20th anniversary of the fight which marked the pinnacle of his career is approaching, and he has to decide whether or not to relive that triumph one more time. Will he listen to the advice of his doctor?

This is one of those movies where the ending is so inevitable it might as well have been the beginning, with the rest of the film showing us how the hero ended up there, and I was coldly impressed without actually enjoying it. It's just as well Aronofsky wasn't allowed to make that Batman movie he nearly directed. It would have made "Dawn Of Justice" look like "Lego Batman".