You might have heard of Mickey. He was in a film a while ago that I was not allowed to see and since then have been deperate to get my eyes into. Problem is he went bad. Not bank-robber bad but just film star off the rails and it put me off the film. Shame, apparently it’s soft porny.
When he got back to the movies he’d done his face in and was grotesque in most senses of the word, especially for a Hollywood actor. This, then, is the perfect movie vehicle for him. A ride that has battering rams and barbed wire on the outside but soft, 1970 style cushy seats on the inside. You know the ones – nice for a while but then strangely not cool and even a bit odd.
The Wrestler shows us a side of show biz we know exists on TV but most havent experienced in real life and certainly not from back stage. It’s friendly but filled with bad things, like that strange uncle at Christmas who has too much to drink and everyone thinks he’s being funny but you see something in his eyes that makes you naucious.
Shaky camera here is not forced shakey, instead it really is a camera being carried so I’m not too annoyed by it. Gloomy, cold outside scenes and empty trailer park lives all add up to a once-great guy now down on his luck, much like Mickey.
I like it but I don’t think it deserves awards except for being honest and that’s where Mickey and the film makers score good cause this is very honest albeit without the sleazy coach that pushes too hard and doesnt pay properly.
Watch if on TV?
Perhaps once more.
Snog, Marry, Avoid?
Snog but watching out for stray staples and steroids.