Twisted Root debuts “porn” dog

OK, July is National Hot Dog Month — not such a surprise, since Independence Day is in July, and that has to be the biggest day for picnics every year. So it makes sense that the folks over at Twisted Root Burger Co. would come up with a signature dog for the month.

What caught us a little off-guard — and mind you, the Twisted Root guys have always been kinda edgy, with their “Sofa King” campaign (food that’s Sofa King good … go ahead, we’ll wait) — is what they called their 12-inch specialty wiener: The Dirk Diggler Dog.

Sound familiar? Dirk Diggler was the porn name of the character played by Mark Wahlberg in Boogie Nights, a man with a prominent trouser snake that would rival TR’s frank … though, we assume, with less bacon and no bun. And like Dirk, it doesn’t sound like it’s good for you: A footlong chili Cheez Whiz dog with beer sauteed onions, jalapenos and bacon bits on a poppyseed bun. We’d add mayo on the end … you know, just to complete the picture.


—  Arnold Wayne Jones

‘The Fighter:’ ‘Rocky 2.0’

With all the homoeroticism (and lesbian subplot) in The Wrestler two years back, I was hoping The Fighter — with an always-buff Mark Wahlberg, above left, as an aspiring welterweight — might, Rocky III-esque, idealize the male form for gay audiences. No such luck. We have to settle, instead, for a gritty and highly watchable character study set in the world of boxing. I’ll adjust.

In many ways, The Fighter is the obverse of Black Swan: One is about a girl in the arts that lures you in with cliches about ballet films, then turns out the be something totally different; the other is about man in sports that avoids a lot of cliches until, about three-quarters through, turns out to be Rocky in disguise. (Both films also have the hand of Darren Aronofsky in them, who also directed The Wrestler.)

Such misdirection works in the film’s favor, because it allows the story to unfold with the immediacy of a family drama, and this family is full of drama. Mom (a fabulous Melissa Leo) coddles her seven useless harpy daughters while offering up her son Micky (Wahlberg, more heartfelt than ever), the only one with potential, in a series of bad bouts.

Even worse: The entire town of Lowell, Mass., idolizes Micky’s crack-addict brother Dicky (Christian Bale), a has-been who spends more time getting high than helping his little brother achieve what he couldn’t.

That may sound like a familiar plot, and it is familiar — you think of On the Waterfront, and are tempted to call it Rocky 2.0 — but the approach is cattywampus, almost disorienting. You think you know where it’s headed, but it surprises you.

With its cinema verite look and painfully authentic performances — especially by Leo and Bale, who’s gaunt and scary as a tweaked-out loser — conjure up everything that’s frightening about poisonous relationships of all kinds. It’s the season’s most unexpected crowd-pleaser.

— Arnold Wayne Jones

Three stars
Now playing at the Angelika Film Center — Mockingbird Station

This article appeared in the Dallas Voice print edition December 17, 2010.

—  Michael Stephens