Mickey, chihuahuan och kramen

Petters blogg med det fantastiska namnet länkar till ytterligare alldeles strålande intervju med Mickey, denna gång i The Guardian och citerar följande odödliga stycke:

You'll be hard pushed to meet somebody as broken as Mickey Rourke. His emotions are so close to the surface. And when he starts telling me about how he held his brother Joe in his arms as he lay dying of cancer, he starts to cry. I don't know what to do. There's a coffee table between us. Should I give him a hug? But I can't hug Mickey Rourke, it's ridiculous. He sobs quietly on the sofa, stroking his ageing chihuahua with the cashmere jumper and the diamante collar and it's hard not to sob with him. But then he's a great actor, Rourke, not that I think he's putting it on, but when he feels emotion, somehow it's as if you feel it too. Go and see The Wrestler and you'll see what I mean. I watched it with a bunch of hard-boiled film critics who all looked slightly red around the eyes at the end.