The Wrestler, the latest Darren Aronofsky offering, surely doesn’t pose as a feelgood movie: Mickey Rourke is Randy, the wrestler of the title, a phenomenon in the 80s but a has-been these days. His health doesn’t allow him to wrestle any longer, the only comfort he finds is the company of an aging stripper (Marisa Tomei) and he’s completely estranged from Evan Rachel Wood, his troubled teen daughter.
Aronofsky shows us Randy’s life with enough empathy for you to like him, even if you loathe the world of wrestling. Though, in that case, you might twitch at a couple of wrestling scenes (including the one where Randy uses a razor for added effect).
The film ends in a way not unsimilar to Aranofsky’s earlier film Requiem for a Dream. The man sure likes his climaxes.