A perfect act for a bastard

Some certain goody watching a TV show after reading the origin book is one, you see the surroundings materialized which is more than likely unlike what you picture in the head. And secondly, more importantly, is the acting. I love this guy. When the anger bursts out of his chest like he’s a fire spitting dragon, the mixture of humiliation and pride, the powerful outcry and the powerlessness underneath, the shame being a weakling and, in contrast, the never too deflated nationalism. Oh man. It shows you the truth that however you are satisfied with your imaginary work of art, life, or, as the case here, something put into life, will always be more, more shocking, more punitive, and more unforgiving. when the hero slams the script at the table before fhe director, it’s almost as if he’d smash the s.o.b’s face to pulp.