I love my dad very much. I trust him more than anything. He, without the shadow of a ghost of a suggestion of a doubt, has made me cry more than any other person and I don’t think that will change before I die.
He wants to do the right thing so desperately and struggles against his impulses, his fierce emotions that he can’t handle, his intense anger and deep guilt on the same coin as a lovely sense of…
There’s no more engaging or magnetic movie “performance” than Arnold here. It really isn’t just the cartoon body - there’s a confidence and charisma that oozes off the screen into your lap, and you get the sense those innate qualities drove him to his body, rather than being an effect of the body itself. And in any other movie, Lou would be an immensely likable underdog hero - but what’s a king to a god? Goddamn fascinating.
