Sam Rockwell is magnificently scuzzy in Choke, where he plays a sex addict who fakes the need for a Heimlich maneuver in restaurants so that people will hold him for a few moments and perhaps send cash later out of concern for his well-being. As readers of Chuck Palahniuk's magnificently scuzzy novel know, the poor guy is also a historical interpreter - "not a tour guide!" - at a Colonial Williamsburg-like theme park who's searching through his own past for signs of a father. His mother, played by Angelica Huston in her crazy-lady mode, is crazy, perhaps always was. And writer-director Clark Gregg somehow gets all this madness and longing up there on the screen. Did I mention that Rockwell is magnificent?.