'The Wrestler': Film Review

The Wrestler - H - 2008
Bolstered by a career-best performance from Mickey Rourke and outstanding work by Marisa Tomei and Evan Rachel Wood.

Indie film darling Darren Aronofsky stumbled with his most recent movie, The Fountain, but he is back on track with The Wrestler, which had its premiere at the Venice Film Festival and is seeking distribution.

Bolstered by a career-best performance from Mickey Rourke and outstanding work by Marisa Tomei and Evan Rachel Wood, the film could nab audience interest, especially if Rourke's portrayal generates the awards fever that greeted Ellen Burstyn's turn in Aronofsky's Requiem for a Dream.

Rourke plays a one-time wrestling star, Randy the Ram, still hustling 20 years past his prime. The strongest scenes are the opening sections that simply delineate Ram's daily routines. He continues to perform in low-rent arenas, and the film does a fine job revealing the mixture of fakery and bruising physical assaults that are part of the wrestling game. Ram can barely pay his rent, perhaps because he still spends money on his appearance — dyeing his long locks, visiting a tanning salon and relying on steroids to stay in shape.

This sharp slice of life is not quite enough to sustain a movie, and so writer Robert Siegel has come up with a plot that hits too many predictable notes. When Ram suffers a heart attack, he tries to make changes in his life, reaching out to a tough-as-nails stripper (Tomei) and to his estranged daughter (Wood).

Although the film teeters on the brink of sentimentality, it never topples into the slush, and this is a tribute to the rigorous direction as well as the astringent performances. Still, there are mawkish moments: When Rourke and Wood visit an abandoned beachside emporium, a tear trickles down his cheek as he pleads for her love. Wrestler oscillates between hard-edged naturalism and stock melodrama but ends on an understated note of melancholy that seems just right.

Rourke dispenses with all vanity to plumb the depths of this well-meaning but severely damaged man. Tomei delivers one of her most arresting performances, again without any trace of vanity. Wood's part is smaller, but she captures the scalding anger of a woman neglected for most of her life. The supporting players add to the authenticity of the atmosphere. That authenticity is the hallmark of the production, with vivid cinematography and set design.

Ram might be the ultimate loser, but Rourke scores a winning tour de force.

Venice Film Festival, In Competition

Production: Protozoa Pictures, Wild Bunch.
Cast: Mickey Rourke, Marisa Tomei, Evan Rachel Wood, Mark Margolis, Todd Barry, Wass Stevens, Judah Friedlander, Ernest Miller.
Director: Darren Aronofsky. Screenwriter: Robert Siegel.
Producer: Scott Franklin.
Executive producers: Vincent Maraval, Agnes Mentre, Jennifer Roth.
Director of photography: Maryse Alberti.
Production designer: Tim Grimes.
Music: Clint Mansell.
Costume designer: Amy Westcott.
Editor: Andrew Weisblum.
No rating, 110 minutes.