Ryan and I and Ryan’s roommate went and saw The Wrestler a few weeks ago, and we were enormously entertained. Mickey Rourke is amazing, Marissa Tomei gave me a new appreciation for George Costanza’s taste in women, and the wrestling scenes were as real as it gets. I should know. For about three years (roughly ages 10-13) I was obsessed with wrestling. Sportsish movies don’t get any more authentic.

Authentic, indeed: Mickey Rourke, who looks exactly like a roided-out old man (think a skinnier Hulk Hogan) in the film, seems to have been actually roided out. Suck on this, George Mitchell:

Mickey Rourke really did those backflips and rope dives in “The Wrestler,” but probably not without a little help. Though he doubled his daily 80-minute workouts with an Israeli cage fighter and ate seven meals a day, Men’s Journal reports that he most likely took steroids. When asked, Rourke said: “When I’m a wrestler, I behave like a wrestler.”

And now, to further prove the hypothesis that Mickey Rourke is awesome, his Golden Globe acceptance speech:

“Sometimes, when a man is alone, all he’s got is his dog. And I want to thank Bruce Springsteen.”

Like I said. Mickey Rourke is awesome.

Via.