The lines of reality are very blurred in our business.

Mr. McMahon — 3.5/5

This often feels like a speed-run of wrestling history, and I motherfucking love a speed-run of wrestling history. Hoo-ha, let's go. But it's built a centerpiece around perhaps the most compelling figure in the whole business. Vince McMahon, the unreality machine. He'll lie and tell you he's lying without specifying which of the things he's said is the lie that he's told. And through a live, televised wrestling program, he's able to make wavy the lines. The more he goes out there and says "this isn't me, it's my character," the more obvious there's a line drawn straight down the center of the both of them, while it becomes harder and harder to point at the lie. Two realities exist on top of him at once. Both things are true, and not true. And you don't have a choice in what you accept, because he controls the whole enterprise; you either believe his version, or you're out. The world's biggest and strongest men and women held captive by the whims of one man. The power!