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Part of the reason we love character actors is the way they act as narrative shorthand.
If Charles Dance shows up in a movie, you know hell be a stern, steely eyed patrician.
If its Margo Martindale, we can expect her to serve up warm, homey scenery-chewing.
This is not a subject that Clarke relishes talking about.
WhenGQqueried the actor about our earlier post, his response was aPaltrow-esque, What is Vulture?
But this week I learned of another potential reason for his reticence.
Maybe he just didnt want to spoil anything?
Sebastian Stan plays a corrupt cop who sports aHaldemanianflattop and gets illicit late-night hand jobs.
Robert Pattinson plays a preacher who talks in a high-pitched squeal the actor apparentlyrefused to reveal before shooting began.
Tom Holland, our friendly, fresh-faced Spider-Man, kills four people.
Clarke gets a different opportunity.
Hes first seen in a small-town diner, charming a waitress (Riley Keough) with his new camera.
But thats not quite how it goes.
Oh, and Clarke takes photographs of both the sex and the murders, which he keeps as souvenirs.
Clarke often plays men struggling with their own powerlessness.
Here, hes totally in control, and all the more frightening because of it.
you’ve got the option to understand why the victims dont quite comprehend how much danger theyre in.
Theyre hanging out with Jason Clarke,of coursesex with his wife is on the menu.
Ive never really been interested in just playing your old-school straight-up dude, Clarke said in thatGQinterview.
And thank God for that.
Now, for his sake, can somebody just cast him in a romantic comedy?
