I wish there was some way to see this movie for the first time again. I really didn't know anything about it other than "I guess it's about fighting, right?". So I hadn't been spoiled at all. The hair stood up so straight on my neck it flew off like a porcupine's quills and new hair rotated into place like shark teeth.

The second viewing changes the emotion of the film entirely. Marla turns from a ridiculous loon into a profoundly tragic figure, so terribly mistreated.