Neil LaBute stormed out of the gates with this scathing depiction of toxic masculinity 20 years before the term gained traction in the popular lexicon. Watching today, it’s frightening just how incisive this film was, and remains. The two company men, Chad and Howard, are on opposite sides of the spectrum when it comes to machismo, but are equally insidious characters, professioncels, if you will.
Aaron Eckhart fucking nails the smooth-talking, narcissistic ball-breaker, his presence that of a shark circling shallow waters for easy prey, the taste of blood fresh in mouth. Matt Malloy’s Howard is a different beast, the male archetype whose existence is essentially typified by what we now refer to as incel culture. You know the type,…