First, let me evangelize Kung Fu Hustle. Go see it now. Right now. I’ll wait.
Doo-de-doo-de-dooh….
See? Wasn’t I right?
45. Stellan Skarsgård

The hardest-to-spell working man in Hollywood. If you want a nerd with an edge, get this guy. From playing Darth Vader to Robin Williams’ Yoda in Good Will Hunting to playing white guy to Sam Jackson’s black guy in Deep Blue Sea, he proves that professorial types can be evil, too. Look for his cruel turn in Dogville as a lonely and (like everyone else in that town) ultimately reprehensible bastard and his take on angry young Russian Tupelov in The Hunt for Red October. And don’t even get me started on that awesome accent.
Check out: Dogville, Good Will Hunting, The Hunt for Red October, Ronin
44. Frank Whaley

Sure, everybody remembers Sam Jackson saying “Say ‘What?’ again!” But what about the guy who said “What?” That’s Frank Whaley, the punching bag for character actors who move on to better things. Just look at the way Kevin Spacey berates him in Swimming with Sharks (admittedly a lead for young Whaley). Then again, sometimes he gets the cute role, like the lovable lackey in Broken Arrow with the priceless line referencing the title – “I don’t know what’s scarier, losing a nuclear weapon or that it happens so often there’s actually a term for it.”
Check out: Pulp Fiction, JFK, Swimming with Sharks, Broken Arrow
43. Peter Stormare

If there is any justice in the world, any future biopic of Rasputin will star Peter Stormare. He is the Mad Russian of our generation. Or any Eastern European/Scandanavian ethnicity you wish to project upon him (he’s Swedish, if you’re keeping score). He pulls the wacky/filthy/homicidal foreigner bit in movies as diverse as Minority Report, Fargo, and Bad Boys II. He’s sort of like Stellan Skarsgård’s prodigal twin.
Check out: Fargo, The Big Lebowski, Minority Report, Chocolat
42. Dylan Baker

“We need somebody white.”
“How about Tom Cruise?”
“Whiter.”
“Robert Redford?”
“No, so white he makes white people feel black!”
“Get me Dylan Baker!”
From Chris Rock’s political handler in Head of State to Robert McNamara himself in Thirteen Days, Dylan Baker exudes all that is Whitey. But the beauty of his roles lies in the fact that underneath that uptight exterior, he’s always up to something. Be it the identity thief of Changing Lanes, the mob accountant in Road to Perdition, or the creepy-as-all-fuck pedophile in Happiness, never underestimate Baker. Also try not to confuse him with Philip Baker Hall (or Philip Seymour Hoffman, for that matter). Speaking of being up to no good, I can’t wait for him to go all Lizard on Spidey’s ass next year.
Check out: Road to Perdition, Happiness, Kinsey, Thirteen Days, Changing Lanes
41. William Atherton/Paul Gleason

Because, let’s face it, they’re the same guy. Back in the 80’s, when you needed an asshole, and I mean a real prick, not a villain, mind you, but a fucking prick (there’s a difference) you turned to one of these two. Atherton’s specialty was pretension. He’d thumb his nose at you as an EPA agent in Ghostbusters or as your corrupt professor in Real Genius. Gleason went for the less classy dick roles – high school instead of college in The Breakfast Club or skuzzy private eye instead of self-righteous environmentalist in Trading Places. Somehow, in an unparalleled moment of casting feng shui, one movie found room for their collective douchebaggery – none other than Die Hard. And still, they played to their strengths. Atherton, the know-it-all news reporter. Gleason, the inept police chief.
Check out Atherton: Real Genius, Ghostbusters
Check out Gleason: The Breakfast Club, Trading Places
Check out both: Die Hard






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