If there’s one thing the Lord of the Rings movies absolutely nailed, it was their portrayal of the Meth-head of Mordor, Gollum. Such vile, manipulative scheming, paired with truly pitiful desperation! Every second he was onscreen was filled with that awful, crawling sensation at the base of my neck that his imminent treachery was about to manifest itself.

Kind of the same sensation that one would experience upon detecting a finger where one shouldn’t be, while innocently smelling a flower in the woods in the dead of night, I suppose.