Fuck wrestling. Seriously, read down the Wikipedia page of âPremature wrestler deathsâ and then try disagreeing with me. I love the pageantry and athleticism, and it makes up a lot of formative memories for me. But itâs an industry wilfully built (by your Fritzâs and Vinces) on the backs and blood of some incredible talented, hard working, and wasted individuals.Â
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 donât just mean Chris. I usually object to 3 hour run times, but maybe here it would have been justified?