A brutal, wonderful film that is to the indie-loser-palooka genre as, so I would imagine, the script of a WWE Smackdown scenario.
What is so remarkable is the lean nature of the script. We have just the right amount of comedy, blood, tears, sex and anxiety. The first act has you chuckling at these people, and by the third act you’d take a bullet for them. This movie has more in common with, say, Marty or, heck, even Barfly than the usual sports flick. It also makes me really respect the hell out of pro wrestlers. Metal Health will drive you mad indeed.
