
I feel like Joan Allen wasn’t acting in that scene in Michael Mann’s Manhunter when Tom Noonan’s serial killer character surprises her with a sedated tiger-touching session. That shit would probably get my tears flowing, too. It’s just an incredible scene all on it’s own. You could pull it out of context of the story and movie, and it would be as engaging. It’s some primal, subconscious religiosity kind of stuff.
Also, that is some next-level cocksmanship to surprise someone with a damn behind-closed-doors tiger visit on your first date.
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