THE Movie -- Jennie

If you only have seven dollars for one movie, see "The Wrestler." With its simple scenes, the plot is unpredictable, delivered with clever cinematography and well-crafted acting. Mickey Rourke elicts respect and compassion. Women will swoon (and cry), and men will seriously envy those abs.

And the soundtrack? Will take you back twenty years right to the state fair. I could never define how I felt about the next decade of music, until Rourke put it into his words.

"The Wrestler" beats "Slumdog Millionaire," in that the film does not rely on sweeping cinemascapes, color, flashbacks, or a cast of hundreds. It is not as inspiring as it is empathizing. If nothing else, it is rich, heavy in metaphor and irony.

This is a film that explores the tough and tender sides of a one-trick pony's struggle to define his essence and purpose. Like the wrestler himself, the story is simple, but deep. We may not agree with the wrestler's choices, but we understand his fight, and cheer for him all the way.