I've been waiting anxiously for Chuck Palahniuk's 2001 novel-turned-big-screen-movie Choke to finally be released. To quote directly from the book, "The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangibles, ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die." That sums up exactly how I feel about the film. Am I going to be let down by a good idea that doesn't translate cinematically? Maybe. Probably. It's going to hard to live up to the success of Fight Club.Choke is the story of "a sex-addicted con-man pays for his mother's hospital bills by playing on the sympathies of those who rescue him from choking to death." The cast seems like a decent fit. Sam Rockwell in the lead. Angelica Houston playing his mother. Both actors who rarely dissapoint. It's first time director Clark Gregg, husband of Jennifer "nobody puts baby in a corner" Grey, that worries me. First time directors tend to make a lot of mistakes. In addition to directing, he has also adapted the screenplay.
I'm going to calm down and wait until it (the movie) actually comes out to bitch and moan. Leaving with this: "It's pathetic how we can't live with the things we can't understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed." Truth.
His books are so quotable and twistedly conceptual. Fact.
(Choke Sneak Preview)
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