NOT WINNIN' ANY OSCARS

So...last night I watched a movie where an actor who's fairly well-regarded in some quarters played an implacable killing machine, whose ridiculous tonsorial choice should have made him stand out in the movie's rather prosaic locations like the proverbial sore thumb. Somehow, though, he was able to go about his mayhem (occasionally directed at his putative bosses) relatively undisturbed, except for the lone lawman who chases him with a feeling of depressive fatalism that only increases as the sheer magnitude of the guy's bad-assness begins to become clear, and weigh down on him.