In the heaviest double feature since World Wars I and II, I saw both The Wrestler and The Reader on Sunday. (Call it my crazy need to see Oscar hopefuls.) Both films have stuck with me for various reasons, but it's The Wrestler that I really can't shake.
The very last image has especially taken root, so I'm gonna analyze it. (NOTE: This post assumes you've seen the movie, or don't mind learning how it ends.)
First, let me explain how...
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