Branson Reese’s review published on Letterboxd:
Mickey used to be a fucked up little freak who looked like a Tijuana Bible version of himself. His personality was just “nasty guy.” Used to be the kind of guy who would get a stabbing technique named after him in the Central Valley and was voted “least likely to be buried” in his high school yearbook. Used to show up to weddings he wasn’t invited to soaking wet and scowling and would get kicked out for trying to fight the bride’s dad.
Damn shame what they did to him.