It starts with a rocky, dramatically undermined setup and ends with a strained baptism/rebirth metaphor. But in the middle, Bobcat Goldthwait’s sharp black comedy pokes us in the eye with a scathing sendup of our tendency to mythologize and capitalize on undeserving martyrs. Rated: R (for drug use). 99 minutes. (Read more…)
Now playing at the Century Centre in Chicago.