A MAN WHO WALKS WITH THE WATERS SWIRLING AROUND HIM CANNOT KNOW THE STRIFE WHICH INFESTS HIS CARDIOVASCULAR SYSTEM. HE KNOWS NOT THE CHOICES, CHOICES THAT HAVE LED HIM TO A CROSSROADS OF DEATH AN EMOTIONAL PAIN. THE TRUTH OF THE WARRIOR NO LONGER REVERBERATES MICKEY ROURKE'S EARS AND HE STUMBLES THROUGH BLACKNESS TRYING TO FIND THE VOICE ONCE AGAIN OR THE LOVE OF EVAN RACHEL WOOD WHO HAS STRAYED TO A PATH OF EVILNESS AND QUEERING WHICH DOES NOT MAKE THE WORLD WORK. RRRRRRAAAAAGHHHHHHHHH BUT HE MUST ALWAYS FIGHT THE DEMONS WHICH CLUTCH AT HIS ORGANS AND SEEK TO FEAST UPON HIS THOUGHTS OF VICTORY WHILE HE GRINDS OUT A QUOTIDIAN EXISTENCE IN A SUPERMARKET OF EARTHQUAKES AND SKELETONS OF GODS THAT RAIN DOWN ON HIM FROM A CEILING OF INDIFFERENCE. THE VOICES CONTINUE TO DRIVE HIM TO A WOMAN WHO HAS NOT THE CLOTHES TO COVER HERSELF AND SEEKS ONLY TO TAKE FROM WARRIORS IN NEW JERSEY WHO KNOW ONLY HOW TO GIVE, AND THE SEEKING HE DOES IS OF EMOTIONAL CONNECTION AS WITH THE QUEERING DAUGHTER WHILE LAVA THAT FLOWS ACROSS YOUR LAWN AND INTO YOUR LIVING ROOM WHERE YOU WILL FEEL THE STRENGTH AS IT SWELLS AND RIPS THROUGH YOUR CLOTHES AT WRESTLEMANIA AND THE SHOUTS AND SCREAMS WILL FALL ON DEAF EARS HOL KOGAN. MARISA TOMEI FEELS THE POWER BUT HER PERFORMANCE IS STUNTED BY A LACK OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IN THE PLACE WHERE YOU KEEP YOUR DREAMS AND FILL NIGHTMARES RUN ACROSS YOUR FACE AS THE KNIVES OF THE WARRIOR SLICE THE VEINS OF FEAR AND FLOAT THROUGH THE ASTRAL EXPANSE OF SOLITUDES ALL KNOWING WILL AND POWER.

WHEN FINALLY THE HEART OF THE WARRIOR CAN TAKE NO MORE AND WANTS TO PERISH IN COMBAT WITH THE OTHER WARRIORS WHO HAVE GONE BEFORE US ROURKE MAKES AN IMPASSIONED SPEECH TO THE FAITHFUL WARRIORS THAT HAVE GATHERED BEFORE HIM IN THE EXPANSES OF WASTES TO WHOM THERE IS NO END. THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR FOUND HIS SPEECH DYNAMIC IN ITS IRONY BUT LACKING IN VOLUME, VOLUME THAT EXCEEDS THE GHOSTS OF THE PAST PRESENT AND FUTURE INTO THE VOID OF NOTHINGNESS WHERE ONLY I BREATHE THE AIR OF THE KINGS AND THE WARRIORS WHO HAVE SHED BLOOD ON THE FIELDS OF BATTLE, BATTLE THAT ENDS ENIGMATICALLY AND SATISFIES THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR'S DESIRE FOR AN ENDING THAT IS NOT WRAPPED UP IN A SUGAR COATED BOW, SUGAR MADE FROM THE EYES OF WOLVES WHO BAY AT THE MOON AND STRAGGLE OVER CORPSES OF WEAKENED WARRIORS. IN THE REALITY THAT YOU BLINDLY WALK HOL KOGAN YOU WILL REMEMBER ONLY THE AWKWARD BAR SCENE WHERE ROURKE AND TOMEI'S CONVERSATION ABOUT MUSIC FEELS CLUMSY AND MORE LIKE ARTIFICE THAN ART, ART OF DEATHS OF THOSE WHO WILL NEVER KNOW THAT I HAVEN'T PAID TO SEE A MOVIE SINCE VISION QUEST.

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