Yes. It might be the case that the plights of Tom Hardy characters and those immediately surrounding them are the only plights I care about, as of 08/20/12 (Day of Bane). In Warrior, his accent alone is a work of art. The accent can only be described as Betty-Boop-as-broken-man. It is the farthest thing from a British accent. In moments of rage, the accent only becomes more itself, while in moments of rage, his Australian co-star Joel Edgerton’s accent only becomes more Australian.

There is a scene at a slot machine between Hardy and Nick Nolte that will destroy any human. The script of this film was clearly rewritten to be More Hollywood, more treacly, but it will not matter to you once Tommy is through with you. Just as you are like, “Oh, fuck, they made him a WAR HERO? Who is also a DESERTER?” Tommy and his brother (Edgerton) meet on a beach at night in Atlantic City and have a conversation/argument that plays out more brilliantly than the writers of this film probably thought possible.

Last night I dreamt a Christopher Nolan movie of which Tom Hardy was the rightful star. It involved babies being snatched from playgrounds by men wearing subtle earpieces. I got to sit in a control tower and direct Tom to the appropriate babies.