This constant aura of performance is why I think he’d actually make a difficult subject, even if at first glance he looked like a perfect one. It seems like he’s working so hard to pretend he’s something he actually is: a father who’s lost his son. It’s hard to trust any sliver of raw emotion underneath the stilted emotion he performs—the absurdity of his furious indignation, which robs him of precisely the sympathy he thinks it will summon.
