Act I: The Fucking Foreplay You all know the drill. You hear the magic word—SEQUEL—and the blood runs cold, not from fear, but from disappointment. It’s a studio contract, a cash-grab, a cynical, focus-grouped piece of cinematic product designed to wring a few more dollars out of a perfectly finished corpse. It’s a mandatory encore…
The transition from small-screen superstar to big-screen money maker has been a slippery slope for many a wrestling legend. For every Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, countless others have tried—and failed—to break away from their in-ring personas and carve a successful second career in the movie business. Does anyone care to remember Paul “Triple H” Levesque’s…