Thursday, January 22, 2009

The Wrestler

I saw The Wrestler today.

The sequence where he runs afoul of a staple gun is masterful. Mickey Rourke is discussing with great articulation the moves to come with his opponent, a bookish type who looks for all the world like Stanley Kubrick, before they proceed to knock seven shades of dinner out of each other.

Nicely done and yes indeed, all the scenes with his brethren worked juxtapositional magic, but I wasn't won over by the whole film, so slavishly did it stick to formula.

Yeah yeah, Marisa Tomei's the tart with the heart. Yeah yeah, Evan Rachel Wood is the wronged daughter. Yeah yeah, the little man beats him down 'til he can't takes no more and he has to go for that one last hurrah.

Rourke's charisma made it entertaining, but at the heart was a film carefully choreographed and lacking in genuine tension, much like the sport itself.


hope said...

Since all his plastic surgery, I find him hard to look at. Thanks for giving me a reason not to. :)

Susan said...

Ok, you've got me intrigued about the staple gun scene.

But jeeeez, when I saw Mickey Rourke in the newspaper I didn't recognise him at all. He looks like a bit ... 'down and out' would be putting it nicely.

Thanks for a run-down of the film; it was on my 'maybe' list.

Maybe not.

Maxi Cane said...

I dunno, I've been reading about this in film mags for about a year and each issue gives a different verdict.

I'll wait for the DVD.

Radge said...

Well folks, one man's meat is another man's poison, and it's very far from terrible, just not a patch on the hyped version for me.

Red Leeroy said...

Her indoors asked me to go and see this, I refused. What now ?

Radge said...

Unrefuse. If it gives you leverage when 'He's Just Not That Into You' comes into the cinemas, all the better.

Red Leeroy said...

Good thinking. Consider it unrefused.

Gypseysdog said...

To see Mickey Rourke at his finest, watch Point Blank.
You wouldn't be disappointed. If you're the kind of person who is incapable of disappointment.

I'm pumped for The Wrestler, though I can imagine the shite puns that the reviewers back home are using. "On the Ropes" "Out for the count" "Slams the opposition" etc, et fucking caetera.