Watch of The Iron Claw

Fuck wrestling. Seriously, read down the Wikipedia page of “Premature wrestler deaths” and then try disagreeing with me. I love the pageantry and athleticism, and it makes up a lot of formative memories for me. But it’s an industry wilfully built (by your Fritz’s and Vinces) on the backs and blood of some incredible talented, hard working, and wasted individuals. 

The film though – well made, well acted, well shot, but more of a collection of stuff that happened, than what feels like a complete film – the curse of the biopic, I guess. Weird choices in what they left out – and I don’t just mean Chris. I usually object to 3 hour run times, but maybe here it would have been justified?