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Briefly: Choke, from Chuck Palahniuk’s typically overheated novel about a sex addict who blames his crazy mother, is the first movie chockablock with nude women I’ve ever fought to stay awake at. Sam Rockwell strips himself down to pure appetite and has a buoyant spirit. But the film sure doesn’t. It’s bizarrely flat—it has no affect. It’s like Palahniuk translated into Robotese.