“Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain it, Eli, I’m so sorry …”
Oh yes, the fierce face, the snarl on the screen is Daniel Day-Lewis – there’s no question of that.
“If you have a milkshake, and I have a milkshake …”
But the voice … er, no, not the voice.
“There it is: that’s the straw, see?”
The guy who’s speaking the words is actually Fard Muhammed, a fellow much darker, much more robust than Day Lewis, and his pointing out of the straw is, frankly, compromised.
See, he’s holding a mic in one hand, and though he knows the scene pretty well, he still can’t take his eyes off a second screen – the one the audience doesn’t see in front of him – where he’s following the film captions.
“My straw reaches acrooooooooooooooooooss the room and starts to drink your milkshake.”
Muhammed holds his finger in the air, moving opposite of Day-Lewis behind him on the screen, so that they criss-cross. He’s missing the rasp, the menace.
