Recently, I was sitting in a class, wondering why my teacher seemed especially enjoyable to me. After a good half hour of analysis, his sudden smile brought my fascination into focus. He resembles a star I could binge-watch without end. I can only explain my love in pictures:
Donald Sutherland is a god on TV and in film. He’s the voice telling you that grapefruit season yielded particularly succulent delights for your drinking pleasure. DS’s majesty permeates the cosmos. Now that I’ve confessed, dear reader, it’s your turn. Who do you love inexplicably?