This is a film that is made for men. Testosterone practically drips from the silver screen. They'll need a mop bucket at the megaplex to sop it up. And yet it has the audacity to say that liking blood sport dehumanizes men as a part of the human race. It's two- faced, in a way.
Wrestling is more it's modern day counterpoint.
And fans of the WWF and all it's incarnations will find plenty to like on the screen in this film. Some things never change. Most of them will not realize that their brutish passion is being mocked anyway. Scott barely seems to realize it himself. Stephen Spielberg is one of the many producers of the film.