And, then Michael Pitt thought that his stint on "Dawson's Creek" had led Hollywood producers to type cast him, so he signed on for a little film called "Murder by Numbers," where he played a homicidal teen. (Seriously, Michael, can't you just get drunk and beat up some hockey fans like our dear friend Joshua Jackson. That shows adulthood. Plus, no one has nightmares over that kind of performance. But, then again, you are no Pacey Witter, as we've all known for quite a long time. Sigh.) And, while he stepped up the creepy factor quite a bit for that movie, he still was, in a disturbing way, kind of sweet. After all, he's the one that saves our emotionally scarred heroine from the clutches of his evil partner in crime. He's the one that wants to confess. When the credits roll, he's still kind of ok in our books...Or, at least, we still believe he has a soul.
It is What it Is
The tirade of a neurotic Southerner...
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