Finally caught up with The Expendables this weekend. Thought it was kind of miserable, to be honest -- an ugly, loud mess of incoherent action that might have amounted to something in the hands of an expert technician, viz. not Sylvester Stallone. But Mickey Rourke, playing a randy ex-mercenary tattoo artist who delivers an unexpectedly moving speech about the moment he knew he had lost his soul, was a definite highlight. The aging, jaded tough may be becoming a stock character for him, but it's a good one, and he does it with feeling.

And so we get The Ice Man: Confessions of a Mafia Contract Killer, based on the best-selling book by Philip Carlo, itself based on the true story of outspoken former contract-killer-slash-loving-husband-and-father Richard Kuklinski, who claims to have been involved in high-profile assassinations such as those of Jimmy Hoffa and Paul Castellano, and to have killed more than 100 people. Here's a fun documentary/series of interviews with Kuklinski -- now cooling his heels in a New Jersey prison -- which should give you an idea of why Rourke is such an appropriate choice. This guy is a scary m-f-er, though Carlo's book was criticized for credulously taking Kuklinski at his self-serving word.
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