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After years of being missing in action a man climbs his way back into the spotlight. This is the tale of both Mickey Rourke and the character he portrays with such passion in The Wrestler, the latest film from director Darren Aronofsky.
Pulling away from his usual, and critically divisive, style of direction seen in the indie hit Requiem For A Dream and the 2006 flop The Fountain, Aronofsky creates a raw, gritty and stirringly realistic world for his audience that lets the character’s anguish haunt the audience.
The film relies heavily on Mickey Rourke’s performance and he doesn’t disappoint. Elevating the film to levels of true greatness he delivers a performance that ranks amongst the all time best.
Supporting him every step of the way is Marisa Tomei who gives an equally brilliant performance as an aging stripper whose story mirrors Randy’s turmoil. On paper the “single mum stripper with a heart of gold” role could seemed contrived and predictable but Tomei and Aronofsky ensure that no clichÈ niggles its way into the film.
Also worth mentioning is Evan Rachel Wood as Randy’s angst ridden and estranged daughter who does well with an underwritten role that principally requires her to look grumpy.
Part of the great fascination of the film is getting an inside look into the world of professional wrestling, which is sure to dispel some myths about the often disregarded sport. The surrounding world of trailer parks, strip joints and panel vans is equally engaging.
Despite some problems with the narrative structure the film poignantly delves into some profound about ideas of aging, personal exploitation, life and love. The film, and especially the heart wrenching final shot, will stay with you long after you leave the theatre.
