I fucking love that shit. There was a guy who used to hang out at my local Chinese restaurant who’d just been plugging away as an actor for four or five decades, working more or less steadily, more or less anonymously, occasionally achieving transcendence.
Absolutely. Solid, solid work.
Okay, now I need to watch all five in order.
From Carrie Coon and Tracy Letts's Letterboxd:
It was the seventies. The seventies were fucked up and amazing, and fucked up.
Angus Johnston
Angus Johnston
Angus Johnston
Angus Johnston
... And Downhill Racer.
John M. Cunningham
Robert Forster scraped the bottom
of the barrel for 25 years. But Tarantino remembered him - maybe the best thing Tarantino ever did - wrote that part for him, & he gave that performance of astonishing subtlety & beauty
Angus Cops Are Bastards includes Angus the Police Horse.
Angus Johnston
Just got added to a “Zionists Genociders Cops Agents MAGA Bots" list.
Okey doke!
And god, he was fun to watch in Breaking Bad. Just a master of his craft, casually launching balls into the stands.
