Bouncers, most people take them for granted as they slip in and out of nightclubs but they are omnipresent, like the fixtures in the bar. This delightfully interesting film takes a close look at the day to day lifes of the men that enjoy inflicting physical pain upon others. You would expect men with such a strong predilection for violence would live lifes of constant brutality but the film manages to show the many facets that make up these men that do not fit in. It would be too easy to ridicule and dismiss but Steven Cantor manages to rise above that to show the spiritual, tender and even banal bits of these men. You find yourself beginning to identify with them, rooting for Black Prince to get a better job, giggling at the DeMaio twins worship of Sly Stallone and liking the garrulous Guv'nor. In turns touching, amusing and frightening but never boring. Some violence is shown in the context of the job but it doesn't feel gratuitous, merely the thing that these men do best.
