[Director] Gregg makes the movie work as a sordid sex satire, but falls short in rising above that. And the many loathsome-turned-pathetic characters make Choke, in the end, a bit hard to swallow.
| Original Score: 3/5
All the pieces are here, but you have to glue the kite together to make it fly.
| Original Score: 2.5/4
With Choke, director Clark Gregg has maintained writer Chuck Palahniuk's voice but the men and women populating the film come across as the half-finished constructs of a filmmaker's imagination.
Among the most unappetizing feature films in recent memory.
We'll allow this sad little premature ejaculation of a movie to choke on its own insufficiencies.
Choke is an admirably fearless no-net movie, but rather than wowing the crowd below, it lands in the center of the big top with a resounding thud.
| Original Score: 1.5/4
Adults-only sex comedy is shocking but shallow.
| Original Score: 2/5
Gregg's unstable direction mutes the humor and confuses the schmaltz, yielding a tonally discombobulated film. And a thoroughly discombobulated critic.
Choke is jam-packed with faux 'outrageous' stuff that really isn't outrageous at all. It's based on a novel by Chuck Palahniuk, but it has none of his anger or venom
| Original Score: 1/4
I found it choppy, I found it dull, I found it disinteresting.
This movie is only marginally enjoyable.
Aside from a few choice sequences, Gregg's script largely comes up short on the transgressive or poignant front.
| Original Score: C+
Choke makes its source material's everything-but-the-kitchen-sink absurdism broader, less expressive and cheaply reductive.
CHOKE will probably find a following with 19 year old college kids who haven't seen enough good movies to know better, but this felt like a missed opportunity to make something memorably off the wall.
a minor message at best.
| Original Score: 2.5/5
It wants to be sleazy, or at least naughty; it's only tired. And it's just too slight to really say much more for or against it.
| Original Score: 5/10
Choke tries to be dirty but manages merely to be dingy.
Though there are moments of viable dark humor, it feels glib and lacks the sardonic quality of the novel by Chuck Palahniuk.
Choke was never going to win any prizes for subtlety, but by toning down Palahniuk's nastier absurdities in favour of obvious laughs, Gregg's adaptation is no more provocative than the average Carry On film.
The whole movie is dying, actually. But it puts on a brave face and gratefully receives visitors.