Film

The Wrestler

Name: The Wrestler
Genre: Drama, Romance
Released: 2008
Cast: Mickey Rourke, Marisa Tomei, Evan Rachel Wood, Mark Margolis, Todd Barry

Darren Aronofsky strips away irony and gives Mickey Rourke the role of his life: a broken-down pro wrestler clinging to a fading spotlight and a body that's stopped forgiving him. It's shot like a documentary, scored like a eulogy, and it never once winks at you. Watch it for Rourke's performance, which feels less acted than lived-in, scar tissue and all.

TMDb rating

7.5

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