The hardest thing to explain about this weird gem from director Robert Taicher is its tone. Somehow, two sordid and violent drunks who hurl hateful obscenities at each other, over and over, from beginning to end -- yep, that's the whole movie -- are not merely funny, but endearing and warm. As Pete, a bloated and effete southern queen who could have kept company with Tennessee Williams, Glenn Shadix is gloriously over-the-top, wielding his enormous belly like a weapon and lording his girth and grace over his tottering roommate. As Ray, a skinny and squinting geezer with the shakes, Gill Gayle is magnificent, inhabiting the body of a man so far gone on booze that he can't make a coherent phone call or assemble a canned-bean sandwich. Together, they are the Oscar and Felix of Sartre's No Exit, an odd couple so dark that they appear to have been planted in hell merely to torment each other.