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Choke is your typical clone-of-Christ sex addict that fakes choking at restaurants in order to have people save him film.

Okay, really, it’s the second film adaptation of a Chuck Palahniuk novel (the first being Fight Club). I read his first five books, but eventually outgrew them, and now they all mesh together. As I watched this, memories from the book that I read seven(!) years ago came flooding back; that is, desensitizing-levels of sexual description and religious iconography.

Choke is directed by a first timer, and that may be why it lacks the artistry seen in David Fincher’s Fight Club. There isn’t any grit, pizazz or pop to this film, whose source material is just as potent as its predecessor.

Basically, imagine if your most boring friend retold you the story of this book, but flashed a few boobies in your face for good measure. Good music, though. I noticed Radiohead and Clap Your Hands Say Yeah.