This story has more twists and turns than a second-rate soap opera.

At first rather annoying in its heavy emphasis on reenactments, this movie ultimately proves fascinating, simply because the complicated, highly dramatic tale it tells still almost defies belief.

This is one of the best movies I’ve seen in a very long time. You have to go and see this on the big screen.

The film may be flawed, but its message is not.

I had a good time watching this movie. I don't see why others like to bash it I mean all they were trying to do was get a good laugh out of its audience not try to win an Oscar award.

Ready to Rumble doesn't much going for it at a glance. Gordie (David Arquette) and Sean (Scott Caan) are two adolescent boys trapped in the bodies of twenty-something sewage workers from Lusk, Oklahoma. The WCW is their passion and as true die hards, they brook no criticism of the sport's veracity. Their nights are spent in a convenience store parking lot jawing with junior high school students. These men are losers through and through. And yet there is something innately likable about these boy-men. They are losers in the sense that Rocky Balboa was a loser; they were born with nothing into the middle of nowhere, blessed with naught but dogged determination and unwavering faith in their cause. Ready to Rumble follows their quest to restore an even bigger loser to his former glory. That loser is disgraced professional wrestler Jimmy "The King" King (a terrific Oliver Platt). King is a hero and role model to the boys from Lusk, who know him only from his television persona. In reality, King is an alcoholic who spends his days in drag, hiding from child support collectors in a secluded trailer. He has been exiled to Palookaville by corrupt wrestling promoter Titus Sinclair (the always unctuous Joe Pantoliano).The story is told kayfabe; that is to say, the filmmakers would have us believe that wrestling is a real sport and these athletes are really beating one another to a pulp in the ring, night after night. So when a gang of professional wrestlers dive off of the four corners of the ring to deliver a four man head butt to the fallen King, we are expected to cringe at the brutality. When King is unjustly stripped of the title, we are expected to feel outrage on his behalf. And when the boys travel cross country on a search for their hero, we are expected to feel excitement at the prospect of King's triumphant return. Personally, I had no such experiences as a viewer, yet something about this very simple film moved me. At its core, Ready to Rumble is the story of an emperor disrobed. Oliver Platt gives a commendable performance as King, a boorish oaf still capable of feeling shame. This man is no Bret Hart, no Hulk Hogan; no "Stone Cold" Steve Austin he. King fights dirty, drinks heavily, and mistreats his only supporters constantly. That by the end of the film I came to care about this man and his struggle is a true credit to Oliver Platt, one of Hollywood's finest unsung actors. Above all what touched me about Ready to Rumble was the faith of the two boys in their hero. Initially it was so undeserved it occasionally strained credulity; other times it was merely heartbreaking. But if there is one thing a viewer ought to take from Ready to Rumble, it is the testament borne to the transformational power of faith. By the end of the film, King has paid the cost of redemption and becomes the hero the boys always perceived him to be. The film's message is the following: as we believe, so shall it be.As a self important film snob, I would be remiss if I didn't note duly the many things in Ready to Rumble I could have done without. This film is supposed to be a comedy, but its humor mostly comes in the form of juvenile absurdity. Perhaps Adam Sandler fans will enjoy the adolescent mischief, but I mostly found it a distraction from what could have been a compelling drama in the hands of a more capable director. In a forced subplot, Gordie's overbearing father, the town sheriff, is hell-bent on getting Gordie to follow in his footsteps. He'd rather see his son find a steady career in law enforcement than spend the rest of his life a wrestling obsessed sewage handler. This man is introduced as an antagonist, but bluntly, I found his position very sympathetic. Who could blame him for attempting to intrude on his adult son's adolescent fantasy? Moreover, Rose McGowan plays a conniving, unlikable tart that Gordie becomes quite stricken with. Her character really doesn't have much of a reason for existing other than to cram an attractive actress into a Nitro-girls outfit. And of course the ending is all too pat, as it must be in a film that takes place in the WCW universe.For all of its faults, I was surprised to find myself enjoying Ready to Rumble. I came to care deeply about its well meaning protagonists and their fallen hero. Arquette, Caan, Pantoliano, and especially Platt all show their stripes as actors, turning what could have been a farce into a compelling journey of redemption. I can't quite give the film a recommendation, but it's underdog story and rock solid performances struck a chord with me.

I love wrestling. I however, did not look forward to this. The reason is that this was during the Vince Russo era. It also was starring David Arquette. The family wanted to go and I tagged along against my will.Spoilers*** The movie stars Oliver Platt as a wrestler. Yeah, that's believable. David Arquette as the obsessed fan, and a bunch of WCW wrestlers. The story is a corrupt WCW promoter wants Platt's character named Jimmy KING, (a blatant ripoff of Jerry "The King" Lawler) removed from WCW for some reason. Our lead idiot Arquette is in the audience sees all of WCW(The WCW heels anyway) mug the king into retirement. Arquette throws the most ANNOYING fit ever!!!!! Almost caused my ears to bleed. Arquette identifies the King as the People's Champion. (Another ripoff as the Rock has been known as the People's Champion for a few years now). The movie is 100% predictable. Some old geezer defies the corrupt promoter and the guy looks like he is a hundred years old and fights off Perry Saturn. Inane. Eventually, The WCW faces come to save the day. Everybody in this movie is an idiot, the script was terrible, the acting was hideous, I was becoming embarrassed as a wrestling fan. The ending was SO stupid that I felt my brain cells dying.The Last Word: This IS one of the worst movies I have seen. As a wrestling fan, this movie made me angry. This was an insult to me and to anyone who is a wrestling fan. It was no surprise that WCW was purchased by WWE a year later. After this cinematic disaster, WCW needed to go away. Good riddance.

Oh look! A movie about wrestling! Wrestling isn't dead after all! Weeha!Maybe not, but this movie proves that it suffers from both leprosy and boils, making it pretty damn unattractive to anyone who isn't a bit funny in the head. The obnoxious David Arquette has one of the leading roles in this annoying stink-pile, he plays a guy walks around and do dumb things and say things that are even dumber and a horribly miscast Oliver Platt walks around and mumbles lines like he's got multiple concussions. And almost every joke here is about kicks in the groin. Yes, you read right. I figure there must be about twenty or so kicks in the crotch in just two hours. Who wrote this stuff anyway? Anarchistic feminists?Everything isn't really that bad though, Rose McGowan looks great and Scott Caan is OK in the second leading role. Otherwise this was a lame movie filled with dumb jokes and people I just couldn't stand to watch.3/10