This is the best documentary since "Hoop Dreams," and it is not a coincidence that it, too, is about sports. That means that it is about money, ambition, competition, dreams realized and dashed, race, money, families -- both functional and dys -- integrity, money, corruption, rookies, veterans, money, the thrill of victory, and the agony of defeat. And, did I mention money? In other words, it is about America.
If it had been fiction, we would dismiss it as a cliché. It has all the stock characters, from the young wrestlers with dreams, trying to break into the big time to the old-timers, families begging them to quit, who just can't walk away. And it has all the stock situations as the characters test themselves over and over, giving their heart and often many other parts of their body to see how far they can go, competing with each other and with themselves. And it's a story, as the narrator tells us, of "pageantry, athleticism, incredibly cheesy acting," of "strong men taking matters into their own hands," of guys who live to make people say, "I can't believe they did that!" -- of professional wrestling. It turns out that "it's not as fake as you think." The outcomes may be set in advance, but the blood is real.