Peter Rogers’s review published on Letterboxd:
A perfect companion to Black Swan about perfection, art and body torture. I finally got around to Aronovsky's 2008 piece The Wrestler after thinking that there wouldn't be much to it.
I absolutely love this move, and adore the performance of Mickey Rourke as the titular wrestler. He embodies the character, bringing with him all the best, and worst, parts of the 80s.
It's a film about regret, passion, art and self-expression. The message of the story, what do we do when we are physically no longer able to do the things that define us?