Mike Tyson has always reminded me--particularly his voice--of my senile, racist, balding, morbidly obese grandmother.

@1: Did your grandmother beat the shit of dudes for a living?

No, but she used to squint her eyes shut and wave knives at people yelling, "I can't see, I can't see!" At the ripe old age of 8, that was scarier than the prospect of having an ear bitten off.

I saw this film yesterday in the Guild 45th's large theater. Five people were there. I'm not sure why, because it is a striking look at a uniquely tragic modern American figure. Go see it Seattle!

Your review really makes me want to see this film, Lindy. Thanks!

I'm sorry I let everybody down.

Also. Obviously.