
Somebody should start following Mickey Rourke around with a camera. Like now.
Personally, I wouldn't see the Jacko movie even if I were tied into some Clockwork Orange contraption that held my eyes open. I would make myself leave my body the same way the Playboy bunnies do when they have to climb in the sack with shriveled Hefner.
Sorry, but slick pedophile apologia isn't my bag.