The Wrestler is not an underdog story. It’s not the story of a man with an unattainable dream who works beyond all odds to get within reach of his dream. If that story is a part of The Wrestler at all, then it happened a good twenty-five years or so before this film starts. Randy “The Ram” Robinson (Mickey Rourke) has already achieved his goal; he has already lived the dream. The Wrestler is about the “now what?” that comes…
Artistically bankrupt genre exercise does not a single damn thing better than the films it blatantly rips from (300, GLADIATOR, CLASH OF THE TITANS). Surprisingly talky for a film with beefcake actors ill-suited for talking, especially in the mush-mouthed "lofty" faux-Shakesperean speak that's forced upon these kinds of proceedings. If I want terrible Hercules, I'll stick with the Cozzi/Ferrigno films. At least those were lively.