y’know I never imagined Walter O’Dim (Randall Flagg, The Man in Black, etc.) with a southern accent in any of the Stephen King works I’ve read that feature him, or any specific accent in particular really, but something about Matthew McConaughey’s specific drawl feels horribly horribly right. These filmmakers knew exactly what they were doing when they were choosing our Ageless Stranger, and I get the feeling that, come August when it hits theatres, their choice is going to haunt my nightmares for quite some time.
What She Means:
The casting of Matthew McConaughey as Randall Flagg is fucking inspired, as is this costume design. The duster-that-isn't, with its incongruous arm seams, overlong cuffs, elegant sweeping lines that curve where we expect them to point, and jarring lack of lapels combines with the deep double-V of the shirt and vest and the long nails to give an oddly feminine visual impression. This both stands in stark, mocking opposition to the hard-coded masculinity of a culture that reveres the Way of the Gun and sets us up to expect a much different, more delicate face than McConaughey's weathered features. When taken together the over all effect is a very unsettling sense of wrongness, one that can be dissected given study, as we have done here, yet which would be difficult to pinpoint were one to pass him on the street beyond a general vibe of "my skin just crawled off my body and tried to escape up a tree."
Who am I, you ask? I am the prophet, the snake, the giver of knowledge and delight, and I have as many names as there are worlds. But there is no truer name for me than that which exists on this card. I am the Magician. Though some would call me Necromancer.
Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as equals? There is an offer you will get rarely, Roland. Only equals speak the truth, that’s my thought on’t. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard. How tiresome!
The Man In Black, The Dark Tower Vol 1: The Gunslinger by Stephen King