Sunday, January 25, 2009

And I forget stuff.

The Wrestler - 6.5/10. Oddly cliche and generic, save for a few genuinely sweet character moments. It mostly serves as an elegy, a fantasy wish-fulfillment of wayward professions whose time was once and may be again. It makes a hero out of someone too stubborn to not fuck up, which the movie hides from us for the longest time because he's such a damn sweetheart, now isn't he.

2 comments:

Slate Donaldson said...

We are no longer friends.

not eb said...

You can't turn your back on the memories we share.