While there was a good decade in there that Mickey Rourke bugged the ever living bejeesus outta me, what with all that plastic surgery and crap (wasn’t dude getting laid enough already?), he came back so strong with Sin City — a role seemingly written for his deformed facial structure — that I got back on board the bandwagon. Now, in Darren Aronofsky’s newest, The Wrestler, he’s presented another role that’s appears custom-made for the former semi-professional boxer. Notwithstanding the obtuse Fountain, Aronofsky is pretty money. This could be good…

…and what’s up with the return of Marissa Tomei? Other than Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead, where has homegirl been since winning that Oscar?