The Wrestler (2008)
Director: Darren Aronofsky
Writer: Robert D. Siegel
Starring: Mickey Rourke, Marisa Tomei
a has been wrestler living his life after the limelight with no money, or house, or family, or anything. but he still wrestles because he's a wrestler.
Opening this with self-flattery, I will say that I've been largely underwhelmed by the other critics' choices in 2008.
I'm an Aaronofsky fan--I even really appreciated The Fountain--but this was a boring pile of boring. Almost everything was here. Acting was really good. Production was really believable. And it was a great, naturalistic, easy approach by Our Darren. But the only element of this story we haven't seen before is Marissa Tomei's fakely-pierced tits.
Using the fanciest font you can develop doesn't change the fact that your message is 2+2=4.
The Womani thought this was actually pretty boring. i understand the premise, but eh. boring. i thought it was going to be horribly depressing, but it wasn't to me. i felt very indifferent to all the characters. life sucks, man. especially when you can't let go and you've been doing all sorts of steroids and horse tranquilizers and oxycontin for at least twenty years.