Mr. Nolte knows one or two things about the pursuit of a slovenly career of b-acting and drug abuse, but who knew he could also look the part of an infernal mess? With a cabbie hat as stiff as wood dunked in Scotchgard and wispy less-than-golden locks dangling out the back, it’s no wonder this possessed mind could commit of something so diabolical as wearing a collared shirt and only bothering to fasten a single, bottom button. God help us all.
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