The Wrestler


Saw The Wrestler with my mom on Sunday night.

Helluva flick for sureā€”gets you right in the gut.

Seeing all those noxious fears of loneliness and regret made me a bit uncomfortable.

I suppose there’s value seeing it up there on the big screen so you do your darndest not to see it play out in a mirror.

Next outing to the theater better have laughter or lasers just to balance it all out.

Wasn’t all glum though, as my mom had homemade bean soup ready to take in afterward.

Good stuff.