The Wrestler tells an epic story, but about a decidedly un-epic world, a world that feels like it could only be the underbelly of a better world, or maybe an unflinchingly honest look behind the facades that we all arrange to make sense of our worlds. The truth of every performance (in a story about how performances can swallow performers) moves incrementally, inevitably toward a tarnished glory that feels utterly earned and hopelessly true.
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