“Dead eyes” is a bit of a cliché, but that’s exactly what springs to mind faced with this merciless, near-mute, Scandinavian killer. His cold approach to business (read: murder) offers a detachment from human emotion that can makes one skin crawl. This guy doesn’t seem to be crazy in the least, he just seems not to care.
Also, he displays many disloyal characteristics, namely that he feeds his partners into woodchippers, which, let’s face it, is pretty rotten behavior. My guess is, after the movie ends, he’s probably not a guy you would want to cross in prison. Or if you did, you’d probably want to keister a shiv. But you should probably keister a shiv anyway. It’s prison, after all.
While Buffalo Bill practiced his craft for his own satisfaction and enjoyment, Kevin Spacey’s John Doe was a more exacting agent of societal change. Or so he thought. His dedication to making the world a better place puts him in the role of a martyr, perhaps a more dangerous role than “simple psychopath.”
You want creepy? Thousands of journals, removed fingertips, and hysterical outbursts after vomiting on commuters. That’s John Doe’s world. One that he hides behind a thin veil of sanity. That’s before we even touch on what happens with “Lust.”
Cut from the same cloth as Dr. Chilton is Bill Lumberg, a suspendered, 1980’s Porsche-driving manager for Initech, a company that provides Internet solutions, synergies, or some-such thing. His creepy drawl carries on conversations with underlings that don’t even require their presence, which makes me think that he could be just as delusional as a dude slow-dancing with his wiener tucked between his legs.