At the beginning of "Wrestling King", the once glorious wrestler "Sledgehammer" Randy in the 1980s had just finished an exhibition game. He drove a broken car in ragged clothes and returned to his dilapidated car room, which was as cold as the weather, in the dark. Fumbled and found that the door was locked by the administrator again because of the late payment of the rent. The camera lens followed the starring Mickey Rock’s back in the dim light, and the texture of the picture was terribly rough. I couldn’t believe that this was the work of Aronofsky who shot "Requiem of Dreams". It can only be described as terrible for a while.
But the more I look back, the more I feel that this "horrible" picture matches Randy's downfall. The faded gray and white from beginning to end are depressing and depressing, all for the glorious moment of star-like flashing at the end, and I I’ve long forgotten about my dissatisfaction with portable cameras, when Bruce Springsteen’s rough voice eroded my eardrums like gravel. "Have you ever seen a one-legged man wanting to dance freely? If you have ever seen a one-legged man. Man, you’ve seen me", I found that I didn’t know when
I was crying... I’m not familiar with wrestling, and I can’t watch this film from whether the movie truly reflects the cruelty of the wrestling profession. What I am interested in is the protagonist Randy himself.
There is quite a big difference between this down-and-out hero of the past and the usual heroic movie protagonists. Twenty years after the wheel of the times, he was lost from start to finish, his family was separated, his love was hopeless, and his body and mind collapsed; and he was wholehearted. The beloved wrestling profession is actually full of controversy-winning or losing is designed in advance, the process is grandstanding, the muscles are inseparable from hormones, young splendor is only exchanged for old broken, this is what a cold life! This is a downright loser, bad guys, and can't blame others-poor people must be hateful, he takes the blame!
But can you sympathize with him?
He is a terrible father. The daughter is a teenager. He doesn't know her birthday, what music she listens to, what clothes she wears, and what hobbies she has. The only photo of his daughter is an old yellowed photo from ten years ago. He loves his daughter, but he doesn't know how to love him, and he can't understand what kind of responsibility it means to be a father. All he brings to his daughter is only hurt again and again.
He is a lover who is not persistent enough. When the stripper Cassidy finally broke through all practical considerations, he drove after Randy to stay with him, but he watched the love slip away, and he went to ruin without hesitation.
He is a man who cannot properly consider himself. Twenty years of wrestling career, the spotlight in exchange for a pain, the times are advancing fast, but he stays still. He couldn't accept an ordinary and practical job, he couldn't bear to be recognized that he was no longer beautiful and desolate, so he made a wayward noise, as if the world owed him.
He is a loser, a bad guy, a true loser who takes the blame from the ground up!
But I must not sympathize with him. I sympathize with the tears of regret he shed in the howling sea breeze, I sympathize with the unstoppable pain in his face facing his daughter’s desperate eyes, I sympathize with his bruises all over his body, I sympathize with his desperate use of his life as the last fight, I He even sympathizes with his irresponsible frightening customers to lose their temper in the supermarket. Because Randy is a magnified life failure, a centralized tragic experience, a silhouette of setbacks, and a concrete manifestation of regret.
Berrant Russell summarized the three simple and strong emotions that governed his life in the preface to his autobiography, "Why I Born": "The desire for love, the pursuit of knowledge, and the unstoppable sympathy for human suffering."
Yes, compassion for others is never meant to be worthy, and in many cases it is not worth it; but we still sympathize, still experience, and still shed so many unnecessary tears, because God’s clear lesson, this fragile and perhaps even cheap sympathy Ah, it is the link that connects each life, and it is the middle ground that transcends all irreconcilable life values and world views in this world, so that we can still coexist even after the war. Without compassion, there is no impulse to understand, no effort to talk; without compassion, there is no starting point for respect, and there is no possibility of change.
So I shed tears and followed Bruce Springsteen to hum the song "Wrestling King" over and over again. You can laugh at me, but the tears are not ashamed or ashamed.
"Have you ever seen a stupid horse running happily in a field?
If you have ever seen a stupid horse, you have seen me, have you ever
seen a pigeon with one leg wandering in the street?
If you have ever seen one Dove with legs, you have seen me.
You have seen me. I stand at every door.
You have seen me. I always lose more and more.
You have seen me. When blood splashes on the floor, I bet
Tell me with a smile , friend, what else
do you want ? Tell me, what else do
you want? Have you ever seen a hollow scarecrow soaked in dust?
If you have ever seen that scarecrow, you have seen me
you
Have you ever seen a one-armed man swinging his empty fist in the wind? If you have ever seen a one-armed man, you have seen me.
You have seen me. I stand at every door
.
You’ve always seen me more and more . When blood splashes on the floor, I bet you can always laugh and
tell me, my friend, what else
do you want? Tell me, what else do you want?
The warmth in this world, I'm always falling apart.
This is my home, but I can't leave behind.
My only belief is to show my broken bones and bruises.
Have you ever seen a one-legged man who wants to dance freely?
If you've ever seen a solo man Leg man, you have seen me"
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