He is also just the living end in Altman's MASH, and as Julie Christie's sexy, grieving husband in the horrific thriller Don't Look Now, but film that really sealed the deal for me, in terms of placing Donnie on a glimmering pedestal of adoration, was the sick 1971 black comedy, Little Murders, wherein he plays an unforgettable radical shaman priest, and delivers one of the funniest, most wickedly cynical wedding nuptial monologues ever captured on film (view it in all its bleak brilliance here).
He's still a total stunner, and I wish some smart, young director would write the perfect film for him today . . . introducing his awesomeness to a whole new audience, in the same way that Wes Anderson wrote the wonderful role of Royal Tenenbaum for Gene Hackman. Here are some of my favorite Sutherland shots to swoon over (click to view full size):
The man just keeps on getting cooler, as does his son, Kiefer, who enjoys head-butting poncey fashion designers, throwing Icelandic raves on New Years Eve, starting record labels, drunken karaoke performances with his pants down, diving into Christmas trees in hotel lobbies, and getting arrested. I totally wish we could hang out.