Sometimes, casting directors get it so right you cannot conceive of anyone else playing a film role than the person they have chosen for it.
This is absolutely the case with Mickey Rourke and his character in this film – Randy ‘the Ram’ Robinson a washed-up, has-been pro wrestler with dodgy joints, an even dodgier ticker, but an unquenched thirst for the adulation from the crowd. Once Randy was a true star of the ring, feeding off the roar from his fans, now he’s living in a trailer and forced to do sparsely attended exhibition bouts and signings in school sports halls in order to earn a dime. This isn’t the life he envisaged for himself and so against the advice of everyone around him, Randy goes back on the circuit – and almost kills himself.
However, his recuperation at first proves therapeutic with Randy taking the time to build bridges between himself and his estranged lesbian daughter (Evan Rachel Wood), and even to embark on a quasi-romance with exotic dancer Cassidy (a welcome if rare glimpse of Marisa Tomei).

But Randy is like an old lion put out to grass – he craves one last chance to bask in the glory and the limelight and so with the aid of enough painkillers to fell a horse dons his wrestling shorts again and returns to the ring.
Director Darren Aronofsky favours a low-key approach to the story, shooting in almost documentary style, the camera often following Rourke around like a faithful dog. In fact, the film needs no fancy shots or special effects because Rourke effectively carries the film single-handedly. He really is Randy; he eats, breathes, sleeps the excitement, raw physicality and adrenalin rush of the ring and you can actually see his eyes come alive as the applause from the audience reaches a crescendo. It is an absolutely riveting, extraordinary performance full of bittersweet pathos (Randy the Ram is basically held together with bits of tape and prescription drugs).
Mickey Rourke may have been a troubled soul, but he is also a trooper and this, his triumphant return to mainstream movies, must taste all the sweeter after years spent on the sidelines. Dee Pilgrim