Watched part two of The Last Ride. Taker and Vince are both insane. I was dying laughing at the preview of the next episode
the botches from the dx vs brothers of destruction match.
This is going to sound weird, but was I the only one who found it incredibly bizarre and disconcerting that Vince simply
cannot show any real-life vulnerability on camera? Taker at one point spends about 5 minutes pouring his guts out about how much he loves this man and would literally die for him (whoever had that theory about most wrestlers working to please somebody or for validation is more right about that every day), but he can't spare one word on camera about their relationship?
I know how people can be about their private lives, but can Vince not let the wall down just once, especially if Taker is so willing to do it? It's odd and kind of inhuman to me.
With all that said, this documentary is fascinating as all hell, and honestly kind of sad to watch. It's so clear that Taker has nothing to prove and needs to rest, Michelle's trying every subtle mind trick in the book to keep him away from wrestling, but he just refuses to let his desire for an ideal final match go. There's something very apt about that given his political leanings (ALL fukkING OVER THIS EPISODE WITH HIS AND MICHELLE'S WARDROBE), but it kind of depresses me more than makes me angry. Like, all that rests behind these desires for past or present glories are a bunch of broken men and women that the world has passed by and refuses to take care of (or worse yet, old men and women who the world has passed by and who refuse to acknowledge that fact). Don't think it's going to get easier given that SaudiMania is next up.