Nathaniel is noble to an extent, he wants the oil painting, the masterpiece, he wants to mix it up but watching him try to play bad guy is like watching frankie wipe with burger king napkins or witnessing TeaganPresley cutting herself on cam last night & trying to sound like Veronica Cartwrights character in Alien when she gets smoked.

Everyone remembers television's Michael J. Fox on curb your enthusiasm. There we saw a man with a gaze focused inward on his determination, displaying an impressive range of emotional speeds. But we also saw a man struggling to steady himself enough to blurt out a few mono-syllables - they are awkward and abrupt, much in the way black people spit the name georgia out of their mouths.

Uncomfortable but you're rooting for him and he's cruising along, the words are flowing and he almost looks relaxed, like "he's got this" and then BAM he gets jammed up and you either covered your eyes or looked away, you wanted to be sick. The man was taxed, they'd taken too much. I tried to vomit one more time but it lacked conviction.

on a personal note I really believe that if not for his family ties fuckyou money then Michael J. has a job at home depot holding paint cans 5 min at a time. Also he hides bottles under the counter and drinks heavily, or "drinks" insofar as you see the stuff go in but there's no discernible effect. And he goes out into the night and we have no idea who this man is.