The Wrestler

The Wrestler (***1/2)

The three films that Darren Aronofsky has directed previously, in order: are Pi, about a mathematician who becomes convinced that he's discovered the key to all patterns in nature and goes insane, Requiem for a Dream, about four people who all abuse drugs and consequently pretty much go insane, and The Fountain, which I haven't seen yet, but which I think involves time travel and probably at some point, somebody going insane. As such, his newest film, The Wrestler, a character-driven piece about a washed up profession wrestler with no real heady philosophy or psychedelic drug-induced hallucinations, might seem a bit out of place. When you really think about it though, professional wrestling is perhaps not that much less strange a concept than chaos theory or the fountain of youth. On any given day all over the world there are wrestling shows going on where real people sustain real injuries, hit each other with real blunt objects, take steroids to bulk up and then take pain killers to recover, all so they can fight in matches with predetermined outcomes. There was a time in my testosterone-filled tween-age years when I was really into wrestling, and while I can't get the same sort of enjoyment out of the whole spectacle now, I have to admit that every once in a while when I catch it on TV I'll still stop on it for a while and observe it with some level of curiosity. Its kind of this weird form of performance art that's never going to look perfectly real because, well, its scripted, and the script is usually pretty obvious, and yet every night an audience which is perfectly aware that its scripted will come out and get incredibly in to the whole thing. It really is a pretty weird phenomenon, especially the (real) blood-soaked "extreme" brand that is by-and-large what's depicted in the movie.

The Wrestler takes us into the life of Randy "The Ram" Robinson. Robinson is his stage last name, not his given one, which he seems to despite for reasons that aren't fully articulated. He was once at the top of the wrestling world, as shown in a fleeting montage of memorabilia during the opening credits. 20 years later, the spotlight has long passed him by, but he's still wrestling in little indie circuits where he fights in high school gymnasiums and hotel lobbies to get paid in a little roll of cash at the end of the night. He still has a decent amount of prestige amongst the small clique of other wrestlers relegated to small-time gigs, who shake his hand and tell him how much they respect him backstage before going out to the ring and staple gunning staples into his chest. Outside of his professional life, though, he's pretty much alone in the world. On weekdays he works doing grunt work at a grocery store and gets mocked by his boss ("What you want more hours? Did they raise the price of tights?"), and his college-aged daughter despises him for his not much caring about her when she was growing up. Perhaps his closest friends are the kids roaming about the trailer park that he lives in, who he can occasionally convince to play his original Nintendo, though while they're playing they ask if Randy knows about the new Call of Duty game. The money Randy doesn't spend on rent and steroids seems mostly to go towards beer at his favorite strip club, where he always goes to see Cassidy (Marissa Tomei), an aging single mom still working as a stripper to provide for her son. Business is hard to come by for Cassidy, surrounded by much younger women (there's something of a suspension of disbelief required here, because Marissa Tomei still looks pretty damn attractive), and she sort of flirts with a pseudo-relationship with Randy, being a fellow relic of a bygone era still lingering around.

After a particularly brutal match, Randy passes out and wakes up in the hospital. He had a heart attack and almost died, his doctor explains, and if he continues to wrestle he probably is going to die. This presents for Randy both a long-term problem, because he really doesn't know what to do with his life, if not wrestle, and a short-term problem because Randy was set for a historic rematch against "The Ayatollah", a "heel" (a.k.a. villain) that he had a big rivalry with in his glory days. Randy tries to move on in his life by working more hours at the supermarket, trying to make amends with his daughter, and trying to start a real relationship going beyond strip club employee/strip club patron with Cassidy. He has some successes in this efforts, but also failures, sometimes spectacular ones. Eventually, he finds himself being drawn again to the only thing he's really known, wrestling, even being fully aware that it might kill him. Lest you question the realism of this, consider that WWE wrestler "Umaga" just died at the age of 36.

Mickey Rourke won the Golden Globe and got nominated at the Oscars for Best Actor, and he is indeed excellent. I don't know if he exactly has any soliloquies that are going to be remembered for decades or anything. His character is pretty quiet, and its a pretty quiet movie in general. He nevertheless does a fantastic job of embodying the character. The wrestling scenes look genuine, the toll his character takes is palpable, and he does an excellent job of wearing the emotional and physical strain of the character on his face. Marissa Tomei and Even Rachel Wood, Randy's daughter, are both good in their roles as well. The movie's ending is ambiguous and somewhat unsatisfying. It dodges the chance for a cheesy, feel good ending along the lines of the end of Rocky, which is of course a good thing. Part of me wanted more closure for Randy, though. I'm certainly not against ambiguous endings, some of my favorite movies have them. Is Randy capable of changing, or is his fate to keep wresting and isolating people until it kills him? The movie shows us some hints that both may be true. I wanted to see if we could get a definitive answer.

Even with the ending exactly as it is, Aranovski's film works as a compelling human drama. It also works as a sort of pseudo-documentary--and maybe a criticism, or condemnation--of the wrestling industry. The Wrestler's writer, Robert Siegel, obviously knows the sport (or the performance, whatever you want to call it) well; all the pagentry of it, as well as the underside of it. Randy's adversary, The Ayatollah is played by the old WCW wrestler the cat, and without digging through IMDB to be sure, I imagine several of the other actors were real wrestlers as well. As I said at the top of this, wrestling is an odd phenomenon, and The Wrestler is an excellent portrait of a man who's been beaten up for the sake of it, in more ways than one. It so happens that Randy is a fictional character, but any wrestling aficionado likely knows at least several actual wrestlers with almost the same life track.