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"  George Clooney, Vince Vaughn, Clive Owen \u2014 my hand did not shake when I extended it to them, and my heart did not flutter. Now Garret Dillahunt&amp;#039;s about to call me, and I&amp;#039;m pacing the house, flapping a towel at my face. This is what it feels like to be a fan? I&amp;#039;d almost forgotten. He&amp;#039;s the one actor I will seek. It&amp;#039;s become a game for me to spot him, this jaw-strong man who jumps out only because he&amp;#039;s so close to invisible. He can look vastly different depending on how he holds his mouth or eyelids, and he can sound like a hick or an aristocrat by putting just the gentlest shoulder to his naturally nowhere accent. Southern? Northwestern? That&amp;#039;s why I like him: He&amp;#039;s never one thing or the other, except a wheelhouse actor for me.  If Dillahunt has a single spoken line, I will drive 1,000 miles to watch him say it. He plays a psycho named Krug in The Last House on the Left \u2014 &amp;quot;Do you want to hear what I did to your daughter?&amp;quot; \u2014 and I see my first horror movie in 20 years. Other people will go see The Road this month because they love Cormac McCarthy or Viggo Mortensen, and I&amp;#039;ll go because Dillahunt has a small part as an anonymous gang member. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ve got a nice mullet in that,&amp;quot; he says when we talk, and I giggle like a dumbstruck crush. God, it&amp;#039;s so awful. I admit my stammering affection for him and it comes out all wrong, like Chris Farley fawning over his guests in those old SNL skits. I ask him why he isn&amp;#039;t a bigger star \u2014 meaning, how can someone so good at what he does not be poster size \u2014 and he says, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know if my little career plan is going to work, but so far it&amp;#039;s working for me,&amp;quot; and I wonder if I&amp;#039;ve said the wrong thing. When it comes to Garret Dillahunt, both reason and the right words escape me.  To hell with it. I call David Milch in the search for understanding. He cast Dillahunt not once but twice in his glorious Deadwood \u2014 as droop-eyed Jack McCall and the deranged Francis Wolcott \u2014 and helpfully, gently, he tells me that I am not alone. We are at least a company of two. &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s because he disappears in the work, and it&amp;#039;s fun to see,&amp;quot; Milch says, and I say, relieved, That&amp;#039;s exactly right. &amp;quot;And he killed all those whores. That was something, wasn&amp;#039;t it?&amp;quot;  Yes, I say. It most surely was. RELATED LINKS:  The Road Is the Most Important Movie of the Year  PLUS: An Actor Who Didn&amp;#039;t Disappear as Al Swearengen on Deadwood   "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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