What a douchebag. What an unbelievably awesome douchebag. Stephen Macht’s Warwick, the boss of a small town cotton mill, is a one man army of deviance. Channeling a heavy Maine accent Warwick almost comes across as european at times, dropping Arnie-esque zingers and one liners galore. It’s a stellar performance of sleaze. If he’s not banging the young chicks at his disposal he’s creeping up behind you in a white wife beater to whisper threats in your ear while you admire his farmers tan and man boobs. Oh and he has two special abilities: Firstly a hilarious ability to just appear from the out of nowhere, literally springing from the edges of the screen from time to time, and secondly an uncanny ability to look like Fred Ward.