I have never really cared much for *The Oscars*, excepting the few years when my roommate at school’s Daddy was a part of the audience.

Now, I hate physical violence of any sort ( of course, excepting if anyone touches anything that I love ), but I deeply want Micky Rourke ( oh, think I spelled that wrong) to win.

Did I like The Wrestler ? well, I watched it with the Boy and then again with The Boy and The Father, and there were indeed times when I covered my eyes.

But behind all of the violence, the sham, was my favorite morality tale : when anyone gives up everything for their career, in the end, they end up with nothing.

And Rourke did this superbly, not mawky at all.