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The Unsung: Conal Cochran, Halloween III
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to kill children….
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The Unsung: Duane, Annie Hall (1977)
Before the Deer Hunter Oscar, there was Duane. Predating Fatboy Slim, the Tarantino flirtation, and More Cowbell – long before his signature style gave birth to an icon.
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The Unsung: Pamela Voorhees, Friday the 13th (1980)
All my life, I’ve admired the long game. Someone willing to take a slight from childhood, nurture it into a grudge, build into an obsession, and end as a singular fixation that explodes in violence.
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The Unsung: Nick, Born to Be Bad (1950)
Here we are again, all aboard the Robert Ryan Express: a one-way ticket to lands now long extinct, much to the displeasure of anyone inclined to take without asking
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The Unsung: Subway Thug #1, Bananas (1971)
For the man who would eventually create two of the most iconic characters in screen history (three, if one is inclined to include Cobra, which I am), it was a most inauspicious beginning. Subway Thug #1.
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The Unsung: Chubby, Teen Wolf (1985)
When we first encounter Chubby, he’s being shoved to the floor. He’ll spend half the game on the ground, of course, but he never fails to get up.
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The Unsung: Mrs. Robey, He Ran All the Way (1951)
Call me a romantic, but I’ve always retained a soft spot for parents who hate their children. Especially mothers who hate their sons
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The Unsung: Daisy, Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex *But Were Afraid to Ask (1972)
Doctor Ross – Doug Ross, in a more relaxed setting – is an eminent man. His office, standing room only. His reputation, so beyond impeccable, he’s flirting with legendary
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The Unsung: Chaney, Hard Times (1975)
There was a time – we’ll estimate about a half century ago – when a shirtless Charles Bronson was enough. Enough for what depends on the audience, so we’ll rest on the happy medium between anything and everything.
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The Unsung: Leo Green, Whispers in the Dark (1992)
For a generation of Americans, Alan Alda was pretty much the standard bearer for the New Man. The sensitive soul, clad in a respectable sweater, offering not the usual toxicity and power plays, but understanding, warmth, and a gentle smile.