Mickey Rourke was at the Independent Spirit Awards last night, and boy was he on fire during his acceptance speech for best actor. (Is this a prelude for what's to come tonight? I'm crossing my fingers!) I mean, can you win an award for best acceptance speech? I saw more emotions in this few minutes than most performers can give in an entire film! He ran the gamut from funny, to weird, to irreverent, to tearful. (His beloved Chihuahua mix Loki died six days ago, and you could tell he was choking down the tears.) This man is such a bundle of contradictions, but I heart him. Go Mickey, you crazy son of a b*tch!