Movie 625 – The Wrestler

This is technically a placeholder, since it’s not a full review, but to be honest? I don’t know if I will ever write a full review of this movie. Watching it made me so depressed I don’t think I have the words to describe it. And really, that means it was incredibly well-made. It’s just that it’s a well made movie that did an excellent job of making me feel every bleak and hopeless moment shown on screen. And one scene in particular will haunt my dreams for years to come. Because nothing quite hammers it home for me like scenes of the main character sitting in a mostly empty VFW hall amongst a handful of other old wrestlers sporting the injuries their profession gave them, waiting for a few fans to trickle in and pony up for a signature and a snapshot. Just thinking about it makes me want to pull the covers over my head and not leave bed for days. That sort of thing, with people sitting in an empty room, waiting and hoping for someone to show up and care? That is something that hits my core. Just thinking about it in concept makes me want to cry.

So. Consider this my review of the movie. It was excellently made, well-written, superbly acted and I wish to all I hold dear that I had never ever seen it.

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The Wrestler

November 15, 2011

The Wrestler

Boy, I really went on a depressing film buying spree a couple years ago. I bought There Will be Blood and No Country for Old Men the same year I bought this movie. Capote too I think. Of them all I’d have to say that this is the most impressively depressing. I wish I could remember what it was that possessed me to pick this up in the first place. All the praise for Micky Rourke’s performance I suppose. (To which Amanda has declared “just because it’s critically acclaimed does not mean you need to buy it!”)