Wrestling with the emotions of the wrestler

When I got out of "The Wrestler," I felt that every new years resolution I had for 2009 was going to bleed to death in front of my eyes. Never has a movie been this relentlessly depressing. I mean "Mystic River" is a downer, but at least that had more than three good performances. "The Wrestler" is just one man ruining his life, and I gotta say, Mickey Rourke is as good as the hype says.

But still what right does this film have to make me feel so depressed? When I see a film I want to cheer, punch the dude next to me, stuff my pie hole with popcorn, guzzle Coke-O-Cola, and eat Sour Patch kid watermelons. I don't want to be reminded of the the things in my life that suck.

But after the depression faded after viewing the films (couple rock band sessions took care of it), I realized that the film is remarkable. I guess it's OK that the film made me feel like I just witnessed the death of 1,000 puppies, because in the end, the film was unforgettable. Rourke's performance has stuck with me, and the direction is simple yet perfect. Check it out, just don't call when you're crying and hate your life. Give it a couple days, then call me up, we can play some "Rock Band"