So, The Wrester? Heartbreaking and undeniably real for starters. My first response is there it is. Like, we are what we are and there's little to do about it except try to plan accordingly in order to spare others pain, where possible? But why did you really like it?
I kept thinking that the line between Micky Rourke playing someone who can only live by his own exploitation, if that's what it is, and Micky Rourke being someone who can only live by his own exploitation, was very thin. That face; my, those blood vessels that carry ravages have been busy. Maybe the real problem with judging others isn't that it's rude, as Protestantism would have it, maybe it's that you can't argue with WHAT IS. But I must admit that I've been drinking. Some beer. s.
Today again to the Smithsonian American Art Museum, this time for the portraits. Wheeled Emma around because she can't stand up for so long. Good to push her weight forward in the world: past John Brown, Joseph Smith, carved walking sticks, whirly-gigs, bust of Jackson, trippy Art Deco grillwork, WPA middling cityscape madness, elevator, elevator, tiny elevator. Ah, what is art but a way to talk without anybody there? And if one biproduct is the amplification of what would otherwise be inaudible for the wrong reasons, that 's not so bad. Make a few brute facts picturesque for the financigencia, fundable. Make an amusement park ride of primal gravity: well. Please send love and blithe spirits upon the tides of dawn, cools of night. Love one's elf.
I'm content, in this case, to let this movie be about Mickey Rourke. Whether he's in character or in blackface or in the mirror or whatever doesn't feel like the point, to me, this time. It's a story about a man whose clock is winding down and he's trying to put things in order and it's maybe too late. I love the movie because the acting is so skillful it's almost transparent, and the writing is almost exactly colloquial in almost every scene. I didn't believe his daughter and her roommate, but Randy and Marissa I think did something great. Maybe playing themselves, sort of, but there's no such thing as a completely-constructed character, is there? I mean, it's all autobiography through empathy, right? I'm just so grareful they didn't cast Christian Bale as the Wrestler and Angelina Jolie as Marissa. But I'm also glad they didn't cast two other GOOD actors in those roles. I'm, quitting this comment. I can't get it right.
ReplyDeleteTo actually answer your question: I liked it because I feel washed up and I don't know the way forward, like Randy. And I liked the effort he put into getting a second chance, because I feel so enervated by even thinking about it. It was sad and inspiring.
ReplyDeleteThanks, I like that.
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