The more I look at him, the more him he looks. That's the thing about Teller: first impressions are shocking, so much so that you can't look away, and soon you start to see sharper, deeper, until something about the subject surfaces, something unknown, some kind of truth.
I don't find Alexander ugly, or unsexy, here. I find him interesting, vulnerable to daylight, unafraid. Most importantly, I find him human. And not far from his character in On Becoming a God in Central Florida. You have to be brave to play that role. You have to be brave to stand in front of Teller. He is.