What You Know Him From: His bizarre, proto-Crispin Glover delivery, where he drags out words and sentences randomly, whether playing low class ingrates or upper-echelon douchebags.
Movies: Kelly got his start as the evil Luther, who convinces you of his black heart when he explains his shooting of gang leader Cyrus with a babbling, “I just like DOIN’ stuff like dat!” Over the years, Kelly has gone on to menace foes as diverse as Arnold Schwarzenegger (“Commando”), Malcolm X (“Malcolm X”) and The Crow himself (“The Crow”). There’s always an ersatz threat to the diminutive Kelly, an unpredictability that imagines audiences to imagine the worst should he ever truly get mad. He’s a guard dog, essentially, the first line of defense for the villain enterprise. Underestimate him against your own will.
Rating On The Creep-o-Meter: Four Coke bottles. All gently smacking together, accompanied by a chant. “Waaaaariors, come out to play-yay-yay-yay-yay!” The iconic line that launched a career of being evil.
What You Know Him From: Having the mustachioed, pug-nose face only a mother could love, Cob started out his career as a professional boxer (which might explain the pugilist face), maintained an impressive record (he beat Leon Spinx) even fought heavyweight champion Larry Holmes. Cobb then went to Hollywood where his villainous mug straightaway earned him many thug and heavy roles.
Movies: Those born early enough will remember him as one of the motley crew team members in Gene Hackman’s saving-POWs-from-Vietnam film, “Uncommon Valor." Other memorable roles include the sort of slow-witted Mongolian heavy in Eddie Murphy’s “The Golden Child,” and thuggish roles in "Police Academy 4: Citizens on Patrol," "Fletch Lives," "Ace Ventura: Pet Detective" and “Ernest Goes to Jail.” Cobb even logged time on television on shows like “MacGyver," "Miami Vice," “Walker, Texas Ranger,” always playing a type of thug or muscle, naturally. But Cobb would certainly remain an actor you only knew by face and not name if it weren’t for his most iconic role: Leonard Smalls, the bear-like bounty hunter in the Coen Brothers’ “Raising Arizona.” Perhaps his biggest role with the most lines -- often he was just a silent menace -- in the Coens absurdist classic, Cobb’s Smalls opportunist character offers to find the missing child of a furniture baron in Arizona. When the scion refuses, this dirty, smelly hulk of a man -- deceptively much more canny and sharp than any of the characters he played subsequently -- decides to go after the child anyhow to sell it on the black market. When he eventually tracks down the hero of the film, Nicolas Cage, with his bloodhound nose and instincts, Cobb is literally hell on wheels wailing into the last act like Ghost Riding banshee on fire. Arnold Schwarzenegger may have defined the unstoppable force that will track you down, but for our money, we’ll take this colorful terminator over him any other day.
Rating On The Creep-O-Meter: There’s a mild cuddliness to Cobb due to his teddy bear like visage, but he’s also quite boar-esque. A mean, stinky species that you would probably never want to awaken or fuck with lest you suffer the painful consequences.
What You Know Him From: David is easily one of the most underrated actors still working today. You definitely know his face, which seemingly hasn’t aged much in more than 20 years, but his voice...goddamn what a voice. In another life, he could’ve been the smoothest DJ to ever don a pair of headphones. We’ve been blessed to not only hear him, but see him as well, showing up memorably in seminal John Carpenter flicks “The Thing” and “They Live,” but also beating a guy with his fake leg in “Dead Presidents” and smoking tons of weed in “Platoon,” to name merely a few great turns (his IMDB page is something of a tome).
Movies: Disney was wise to cast him in 2009’s “Princess and the Frog,” taking advantage of that memorable, devilish voice, as he put his singular inflection to great use in that film (you could argue he did similar things as The Cat in “Coraline,” but that’s not a villain). But leave it to Darren Aronofsky to cast him as a thoroughly debauched nasty dude looking to leech off pretty Jennifer Connolly’s drug habit. If you don’t know the reference when we say “ass to ass,” than you haven’t seen “Requiem for a Dream,” or you closed your eyes and plugged your ears during the devastating climax. You could argue further that his roles in “They Live” and “The Thing” are at times villainous. Regardless, they’re both quite complex, at times antagonistic to each film’s hero but also the voice of reason. Keith David is another actor where, even when playing a good guy, the audience will doubt his nobility throughout. There’s something about him that’s more than just creepy, because as scary as he can be, you may also want to hug him, or at least be in his circle.
Rating On The Creep-O-Meter: Questionable/confusing simmer. He’s terrifying, to be sure, but he’s the bad guy you want to be friends with, because it’s better to have him on your side than be against him.
What You Know Him From: The single least trustworthy face in movie history. Did Billy Drago emerge from the womb with a sneer? Perhaps a clenched fist? Drago is a guy who wears scars the way the rest of us wear hats.
Movies: Do you need a villain shorthand where an actor pops up onscreen and, without dialogue, you have to know he’s evil? Drago’s your man, seemingly paid by the syllable as he haunts films like “The Untouchables” and “Invasion USA” like he literally just killed someone offscreen before the director yelled “action.” Drago has appeared on screens both big and small, but he is unquestionably a villain: there’s a certain perversity to Takashi Miike pursuing the actor to be the protagonist of his infamous episode of “Masters Of Horror” knowing just how grody and unwelcoming Drago could be. Drago rarely gets the call to play in the big leagues, offering his villainy to low-rent actioners over the years, but when he surfaces, he makes an immediate impression. You’d love to see him causing trouble in one of these Marvel movies if they weren’t pointlessly casting Oscar nominees to flex and growl instead.
Rating On The Creep-O-Meter: Seven spinal shivers. If you bring him home to meet your mother, she’ll jump out the window. Few know how to make an impression as starkly as Drago does.
What You Know Him From: Few actors are identifiable simply by their voice, but Michael Wincott is one of those actors -- he has a voice that is both terrifying and serene, whispery and gravelly, all at the same time. He's got a willowy figure, too, which just adds to the otherworldliness of his presence. You hear and feel Michael Wincott before you ever actually see him, which might be even more terrifying.
Movies: When it comes to playing bad guys, Wincott is scarily in command: as Top Dollar, a villainous mob boss in moody comic book adaptation "The Crow," he is downright scary. Part of this certainly had to do with the macabre mood of the film, which intensified after its lead (Brandon Lee) was accidentally killed on set, but Wincott is commanding in his own right. Long before Jamie Lannister was banging his sister in Rapunzel-y towers, Top Dollar was having intimate relationships with his kin in "The Crow." The nineties also saw him playing a pair of equally memorable slimeballs -- in "Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves," as the Sheriff of Nottingham's equally vile cousin and a seedy music mogul in Kathryn Bigelow's underrated apocalyptic thriller "Strange Days." Apparently he also played a villain in Ridley Scott's "1492: Conquest of Paradise," but considering nobody has seen or remembered that movie since it came out (it's never even been put out on DVD), we'll just have to take the internet's word for that one. Even when he's not playing a baddie his characters still have an unavoidable level of slime to them, like his starship captain in Jean-Pierre Jeunet's nearly unwatchable "Alien: Resurrection" or his slithery intergalactic pilot in Disney's animated "Treasure Planet." Most recently, Wincott got to let his freak flag fly once again in "Hitchcock," playing Ed Gein, the real life serial killer that inspired "Psycho." In one of the film's best flourishes, Gein advises the filmmaker (Anthony Hopkins) on how to spy on (and possibly murder) his wife, who he suspects might be cheating on him. It's a fantastical bit of horror movie ickiness, brought to the screen in a way only Michael Wincott could.
Rating On the Creep-O-Meter: Unreasonably high. This guy could scare us silly just by talking to us on the phone. Even when he's not explicitly bad he gives us the willies.
What You Know Him From: Those glorious, glorious pockmarks! Sadler’s unsmiling mug allows for a gaunt, terrifying profile, like a skeletal golem eager to pry your soul from the body. He’s always had these intense, angry eyes that threaten to sizzle your steak, providing a capable enemy for scores of heroes, to the point where it almost seemed like a winking joke when Shane Black brought him in to play the President in “Iron Man 3.”
Movies: Sadler is 63 years old, and busier than ever. If he’s the reaper (as suggested by “Bill & Ted’s Bogus Journey”) then he’s certainly getting his exercise in. Ubiquitous without ever being a household name, Sadler has played both sides of the hero/villain spectrum, but it’s probably those darn pockmark biases that make him such an unwelcoming presence. Among all post-Gruber villains to menace John McClane, Sadler was the best in “Die Hard 2,” bringing a sense of menace that poncy Jeremy Irons couldn’t match in the third film, never mind the focus-grouped baddies in parts four and five. He also vowed to take it to the bank in “Hard To Kill,” only for Steven Seagal to promise he’d be going to the BLOOD BANK, possibly the best call-and-response of any hero and villain ever. A generation of TNT viewers probably know him best as the would-be thug in “The Shawshank Redemption” who, behind bars, learns a new sort of humanity and redeems his murderous edge.
Rating On The Creep-O-Meter: Four angry glares. Sadler could play a world-crushing bad guy, but he was also at home playing your garden-variety angry dad, swigging a cold one from the porch and sneering as you raked the leaves incorrectly.