Heavyweight champ of the fest so far, however, is Darren Aronofsky's The Wrestler, starring Mickey Rourke in a career-capping/resuscitating/redefining performance as an over-the-hill pro wrestler still grappling with opponents both physical and metaphysical. I will have more to say in the coming weeks, when The Wrestler makes its U.S. debut as the closing-night selection of this year's New York Film Festival. But simply put: Who'd have thought that one of the great movies of Toronto (and the year) would turn out to be a wildly original, existentialist tragicomedy decked out in frosted-blond hair extensions and spandex tights?
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