Two reasons to watch this movie about a washed-up professional
wrestler: its first 30 minutes and Mickey Rourke. Why the first
30 minutes? Because they are not chained to the machine of the
Hollywood plot, but loosely explore the day-to-day world of a man
who wrestles for a few bucks and who drinks—not to forget
his glorious past but to enjoy the present. Why Mickey Rourke? Because
no other actor could better understand the soul of a person who had
a spectacular rise the ’80s and a spectacular fall in the ’90s.
The wrestler and the actor are one and the same. (See movie times,
thestranger.com, for
details.)
Charles Mudede—who writes about film, books, music, and his life in Rhodesia, Zimbabwe, the USA, and the UK for The Stranger—was born near a steel plant in Kwe Kwe, Zimbabwe. He has no memory... More by Charles Mudede
You want to see Rourke in top form check out The Pope of Greenwich Village
Charles Moodeday’s opinion notwithstanding, this is an excellent film, worthy of even a normal person’s approval. Check it out.
Dan, are saying wrestlers or wrestling fans aren’t normal people?Not trying to instigate an argument, just wondering.