FROM THE BACK OF THE BOX:
Steve Scarborough tries to restore integrity to pro wrestling by starting a new league that eschews theatrics. This 2011 documentary, filmed over four years, shares his up-and-down story.
FROM THE BACK OF MY BRAIN:
“The Booker” is a documentary that fell by the wayside, while I was covering a ton of other material. That being said, I love the holy hell out of serious looks at pro wrestling. Poor Steve Scarborough reminds me of that Coach from the South Park episode where he’s trying to ditch WWE and bring back Greco-Roman. The WWE had become a pageant of opera theatrics bordering closer to “Amadeus” than George “The Animal” Steele. It’s funny how something that is perceived to be so masculine, has so much in common with common feminine stage theatrics.
Professional wrestling will always be one of those odd ducks. That’s what I got from “The Booker” and it’s why Scarborough is setting himself up to fail. You can’t redeem something that is headstrong and dependent on eliciting guttural responses from the societal mouth breathers. The best you can hope for is that Aronofsky will make a movie that will depress the fuck out of everyone. As it stands, you watch this documentary to lay back and see what so many people love through a filter. We’re not here to make fun of professional wrestling, but we need to understand its origins and how it mutated into the beast that it is today.
The DVD comes with no extras. The Dolby track is pretty supportive. However, the transfer was plagued with almost every issue known to standard definition. It wasn’t an issue with mastering, but it just looked like it was shot on a rather cheap consumer grade camera. In the end, I’d recommend a purchase to professional wrestling fans around the world.
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