He's a cipher. A figurant. His eyes are terrifying, like a chicken's (dark, mechanical, and soulless). His porcelain skin is a cunning mask for world-historical dullness. He doesn't eat; he's magically replenished. Yet we keep him around; and I think that speaks to the dangerous tolerance of the present. A saner society would march the prisoner to the town square and treat itself to a Deuteronomy stoning.
But maybe I'm wrong. I'm a fair guy; I'm willing to take a fresh look at the evidence. Let us systematically discuss his 62 film and TV credits listed on imdb and reach a conclusion. Deadline for completion: Christmas Day, 2010.
Do it for Jesus.
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