And speaking of wrestling

I used to love to watch professional wrestling. This was about 10 years ago, when my son Ian was in third grade. He was in that stage where he hadn’t yet figured out it was fake – ditto for Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. This was at the height of the WCW. Some of our favorites included Macho Man Randy Savage, Kevin Nash, Rick Flair (the Nature Boy), and Ray Mysterio (who was cool because he wore a mask).  But after about a year, there was a discernable change. There were more bikini-clad females climbing into the ring, more chairs and other ‘illegal’ props being used, more farfetched back story lines, more boring ‘intrigue’ about Vince McMahon and the future of the WCW (later swallowed up by the WWF) — we just wanted to watch two guys “wrestle” (or four, if it was a tag team match).

So I’m interested to see Mickey Rourke’s movie, The Wrestler. [View trailer, read Variety’s review, and the LA Times review of its own review].

I miss the good old, bad old days when fake wrestling meant something. Maybe, in Rourke’s performance, there’s truth, and redemption to be found after all.

What holiday movies are you planning to see? Four Christmases? Seven Pounds? Frost/Nixon? Valkyrie? Let us know what you think.

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