The problem is that despite its subject matter, the director of this documentary is not a bouncer himself. Therefore, he simply could not understand the emotional/psychological subtleties of the bouncing, which reflects in showing the bouncers as a simple bunch of goons on ego trips, rather than the true story of romantic creatures and their unquenchable yearning for love. You big lovable poofter you! Let me give you a hug.

No, they just said he was above his subjects too much. The only hug I've had with a man I'm not related too is when I bear hug them and carry them out of the bar. I am a polar bear.

A black polar bear?

No, seriously Roachbud... give the man a big black polar bear hug

Roach are you the fat bouncer type or the guido bouncer type?

I'd make a bear joke, but I don't think I could pull it off without sounding gay or furry.

The fat Mick type

I am white as snow, for the record. I enjoy hip hop and blunts, but I am a cracker

I know you come from Maine, but are you 100% Irish?

No, alack my Dad married a quarter breed, so I am only 5/8 Irish

jihadbaby's comment gets my bulb.

I've seen this movie, and I can safely say there are things living happily in my toilet cistern that are "above" some of the subjects of this movie.

The "boxer" and the two brothers are hilarious idiots. And yes roachbud, I would say it to their faces, although possibly not to all of them at the same time.

You must be able to fit an oak tree up your asshole

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Five stars for the best thing Roachbud ever said.

:)