Fanboy spotting: Chris Jones, Esquire

From today:

If Dillahunt has a single spoken line, I will drive 1,000 miles to watch him say it. He plays a psycho named Krug in The Last House on the Left — “Do you want to hear what I did to your daughter?” — and I see my first horror movie in 20 years. Other people will go see The Road this month because they love Cormac McCarthy or Viggo Mortensen, and I’ll go because Dillahunt has a small part as an anonymous gang member.

“I’ve got a nice mullet in that,” he says when we talk, and I giggle like a dumbstruck crush.

God, it’s so awful. I admit my stammering affection for him and it comes out all wrong, like Chris Farley fawning over his guests in those old SNL skits. I ask him why he isn’t a bigger star — meaning, how can someone so good at what he does not be poster size — and he says, “I don’t know if my little career plan is going to work, but so far it’s working for me,” and I wonder if I’ve said the wrong thing. When it comes to Garret Dillahunt, both reason and the right words escape me.

Gushing continues here.