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Michael Rooker
Specialty: Mean-Hearted, Knuckle-Dustin', Squinty-Eyed, Racist Sons of Bitches

All hail Michael Rooker, for Michael Rooker is the quintessential Hey! It's That Guy!

No one, we imagine, heads for Hollywood with the idea that they will carve out a career playing mean-hearted, knuckle-dustin', squinty-eyed, racist sons of bitches. Even if they hail from Jasper, Alabama. But if you are Michael Rooker, son of Jasper, squat of build, pug-of-nose, and squinty-of-eye, this is exactly the kind of career you carve out. Frank Bailey, the venom-blooded racist thug in Mississippi Burning? Rooker. Chick Gandil, the block-headed, black-hearted first baseman in Eight Men Out? Rooker. Terry, the psychotic, real-killer-after-all in Sea of Love? The beady-eyed, icy-hearted Stan 'Zeedo' Zedkov in The Replacement Killers? All brought to life by our man, Micheal "T.J." Rooker.

But what you should really love about Michael Rooker is this: he turned in one brilliant lead performance, in Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer. Just one. Just enough to say: Yes, I am an actor. Remember that, the next time you see me charge onscreen as the local southern sheriff whose badge can't hide the hate in my heart, leading a howling, torch-wielding, kill-hungry posse in a chase through the woods after some poor, sweaty black guy, until an uppity and idealistic FBI agent decides that, this time, he just can't stand by and do nothing, and knees me in the nuts.

- MFF