King of Kong is a great american underdog story and Steve Wiebe is a national folk hero.

Fuck Billy Mitchell, his hair, his ties, his hot sauce and his fake ass video tapes.

James Peach is right... Wiebe at ANY time could have thrown fists and/or tantrums at Billy or any number of his bootlicking cronies, but he didn't. He handled his business with class and aplomb. And when he finally gets his taste of victory in the end, it is fucking sweet.

On a side note, I can't imagine anyone watching 2+ hours of videotaped Donkey Kong footage. Seems like something you might do as a prisoner at Guantanamo, but never of your own free will.