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Vince McMahon - The God, The Freak, & The Fraud

    Within a vast sea of eclectic personalities, all strange, deranged, and nostalgic in their own right, it’s truly a wonder that one manages to easily stand head and shoulders above all the rest, both in and out of the ring. And I’m not talking about The Rock, The Hulkster, or even The Unseeable Cena. No. Because even with all their charisma combined, I can surely say that their legacy does not hold a candle to the most revered, beloved, and reviled personality of them all, the infamous head honcho that everyone loves to hate, Vincent Kennedy McMahon.

    Yes. Always walking ten feet tall and with every inch of the Biggest-D-Swagger the world has ever known, Mr. McMahon single handedly birthed, grew, and perfected the multibillion dollar WWE empire that many know and love today, producing unforgettable stories, legendary bouts, and larger than life superstars that rival (perhaps even best) the ancient myths of old world gods and monsters. Or so the rumors go. However, beneath the humble and miraculous journey of an upstart underdog manifesting untold riches and power with nothing, but gumption and a dream, lies, perhaps, a far more sinister tale; one fraught with abuse, scandals, and more blood stained greenbacks than the fabled king would ever care to admit. But what’s true? What’s not? And where’s the line between Mr. McMahon the character and Vincent McMahon the man? This and more is what Netflix attempts to answer with their newest docuseries simplified titled, Mr. McMahon. Let’s get into it.

    How ironic, this whole endeavor is? I’m here reviewing and analyzing an piece of art that’s riding the line of informative media and full blown entertainment about a man, his maybe-true-to-life persona, and the entertainment empire he built that all hinged on putting forth calculated perceptions of reality that intentionally blurred the line between fiction and reality, and all to discern the “true” story and character of said man. Moreover, the very man in question, Vincent McMahon, willingly worked to make this docuseries a reality. So that’s where we begin this quest for truth, off the machinations and silver tongue words of the man that made billions off of wearing his own face as a mask. So, for any who may feel skeptical of the narrative put forth here, you should. But if anything is to be held as 100% truth out of this experience, it’s three things. One, Vincent McMahon lives and loves to entertain. Two, his ability to do so, is nothing short of impeccable. And three, this docuseries does not shy away from the messy history nor any of the complex nuances of that reality, whether good, bad, personal, peculiar, or insane.

    With all of that in mind, when the grand mystery of Mr. McMahon does unravel before anyone willing to give it time, I can’t imagine many being able close their hearts, their thoughts, nor their eyes to this horrifying, but also strangely wondrous tale of realizing the American dream. Jam packed with an enthralling crash-course history of the WWE, a delectable smorgasbord of star studded interviews, and more spilt-tea than the Boston Tea Party, Mr. McMahon will have you hooked from start to finish and constantly wondering where the character ends and the man begins. And regardless of how you may feel about Vince McMahon by the end, YOU WILL be entertained, which is all the man ever seems to want to do.




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