Tim Roth, one of the greatest actors of his generation. Poor man.Let's skip past the determined inbreeding it would take to create the bad guy. Tell me that whatever cover story the FBI guy comes up with, this genius wouldn't tell exactly what went on that day. And this is hardly the only show where skin-tight dresses and perfect makeup must be on display in order to prove women are the intellectual equals to unshaven, dirty, disheveled male co-workers. Instead, let's focus on the social impossibilities we're expected to swallow. Lightman, going to a nightclub rather than a bar for a drink after a long day hostaging. And despite his sweaty, ageing, depressed demeanor, a young hottie tries to pick him up. A beautiful temptress flashes him some underarm, despite being surrounded by groomed, tall, young men. Of course she does.Try. At least try to acknowledge that good actors are working their arses off trying to sell your terrible scripts to the back row.