Robert Downey Jr. is a master of his craft. He is able to become his characters. There is no Robert Downey Jr., only a white guy in black face, a rich dude wearing a pile of scrap metal, a sleuth masterful enough to sniff out Jude Law‘s lost potential. He is so great, in fact, that he doesn’t even need words to convey great emotion, making him a perfect magazine cover model. With one bemused smirk and a simple positioning of the hands he is able to speak volumes. Volumes that begin with “Behold! My nut sack! It is too voluminous to fit comfortably into this Italian-made designer suit without rubbing suggestively against its fine cloth.”
Robert Downey Jr.’s Moose Knuckle
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