Excel, Rs 499
Rating: *** and a ½
Victor Mancini is a sex addict and he sees the world in coital terms. As he says in the voiceover narration in the beginning of this hilarious-cum-moving film by Clark Gregg, the ordinary fellatio is far superior to the proverbial ‘most beautiful sunset’ or beautiful rose. The dysfunctional and disarrayed Victor is played with a perfect pitch by Sam Rockwell, as he takes the viewer into the conjoined story of his relationship with his ailing, ageing, delusional mother (Anjelica Houston). Through flashbacks we find where Victor is coming from — a disjointed childhood under the thrall of a dysfunctional mother who uses her kid as bait for one foster family after the other. The story takes a turn when Victor meets a doctor (Kelly MacDonald) who ultimately convinces him not only that a cure can be found if he has sex with her (he is shockingly unable to perform) but also that he, because of yet another youthful experimentation conducted by his mother, is the ‘half-clone’ of Jesus Christ. What makes the film a stand-out is that its zaniness has a seriously moving story about a mother-son relationship to tell that climaxes in Victor being told who his father is. Dark, funny and with writer Chuck Palahniuk's mindscape stamped on it, Choke is the Freudian movie that all intelligent couch-potatoes with or without therapists should see.