Reading Pat Jordan’s forthcoming profile piece for New York Times Magazine, sensible folks would seem to come to the conclusion that Mickey Rourke is at once an interesting guy and a fairly transparent, not-very-interesting guy, given that he’s used a puffed-up, tough-guy persona, both on the screen and in his real life, to try to expiate a sense of mostly manufactured shame. Both sensitive and blustery, he’s utterly sincere about these slurry, commingled questionable details, because he’s taken on biographical fabrications with the fervency that only a born-again zealot or brain trauma survivor can muster.