The Film Choke is one of complex relationships, skips in storytelling and narrative, and all around juicyness revolving our protagonist Victor Mancini. An odd character with such hilarious montages of sex and desire, he takes us on a tour of his life, and the story behind the title.
Chuck Pahlaniuk must have had somebody in mind when he wrote this. Chuck must have had some motive for putting our protagonist through hell for an hour and a half, until finally you realize its your mothers fault. A tragic and flawed character who doesn’t necessarily rise above in the end, but does somehow rise, after of course several hurdles that push our character to the brink of what I feel is the end all be all of human society. The bowel movement.
Okay several themes are present in this, bowel movements, and motherhood abandonment/kidnappings. Victor is basically the greatest sex addict since Dan Fielding from Night Court. He has the ins the outs the 411 on how to score, and he has used this ability to foster meaningless relationships with women in order to get back at the one who really ruined his life. But if this turned into your typical “blame momma routine,” you would be wrong. Let’s just leave the bowel movement as something that will become apparent and could be the solution to all of societies problems. Think about it, what cleans the body and the head out more than anything? But enough about that I digress on the greatness of release.
Supporting characters Denny, Cherry, Nico, Paige, and a host of older ladies, nurses, and colonial Americans, make up the eclectic cast of Choke. They add to a rich experience, a blend of breasts, and friendships with such a unique dynamic. You begin to realize that people don’t come into your life, you put people in your life. You populate it with those you choose, not the other way around. Victor is no exception as he does his best to introduce us to a slew of loose tawdry relationships that end in the inevitable with him. But again, its part of the fun.
The son of Jesus? A farfetched storyline that ends with closure, but the ride is what counts. You are transported from end beginning to end, and then your life, your hopes your dreams, all smashed in one falsetto of a swoop.
Choke is not for the Sarah Palins of our world, or the Tipper Gores, but it is one for the library. An experience, almost like the book, where you need to visit it once, but returning to the depravity again would be a bit much to ask of anyone.
Worth seeing at home on your plasma, not worth seeing in the theaters.
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