REVIEW: THE WRESTLER IS F’N AWESOME
01.15.09Quite possibly the best film of the year, The Wrestler dropkicked me right in the dick, but also, the heart. It has moments with all of the visceral, holy-crap-did-I-just-see-that appeal of Nic Cage in the bear suit or Samuel Jackson getting eaten by the shark in Deep Blue Sea – and not just ridiculous moments, but moments that feel ridiculously true. You leave the theater feeling as charged up as if you just watched Rocky but without needing a lobotomy to believe the story.
The song Bruce Springsteen famously wrote for the film plays at the end when it fades to black, with The Boss singin ’bout three-legged dogs and one-trick ponies and cats on a dead end road that got shot in the eyes with a pellet gun. Great song, but it’s almost unnecessary. This movie is a Springsteen song. It’s greasy, deep-fried Americana, and it’s f-cking delicious.






