
Evil has a face. And it belongs to Forest Whitaker. Big, cuddly Forest Whitaker. An actor so admired and well-respected and so memorable often as a friendly dope that Last King’s unlikeliest coup is its casting. It’s like asking Keanu Reeves to play Hitler... and then seeing The One deliver a soulful, troubling portrait of malignant lunacy. Banish any memories of Whitaker’s Oinglish accent in The Crying Game as here, you don’t see the seams. It’s a performance that justifies the Method, with reports indicating the actor lived the role 24/7 (minus the rampant, genocidal butchery). If enough Academy members see the picture, he’s nailed on for the gong.
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