2008 / Clark Gregg > I’ve never read anything by Chuck Palahniuk, but between Choke and Fight Club, one has to be closer to the truth. The latter is a masterpiece, a testament to the modern twenty-something in deep need of guidance. The former is ridiculous. Well, at least the movie is. The gimmick of a sex addict doesn’t really do much in terms of driving the plot, though I’m sure it got a couple of people to buy the DVD hoping for some Kelly Macdonald nudity (sorry, there is none). Halfway through, I was wondering what the point of it all was, and there wasn’t really any ending I could have imagined that could have saved it. I was right. At least it gives you an idea or two about airplane etiquette.