Is Michael Emerson (Ben from “Lost”) television’s greatest actor, or its worst? Why is it I can never tell when his character is lying or telling the truth? Why does he always seem to be happy, angry, smug, and maybe a little sexually aroused all at once? Why do I sometimes love him with a love that dare not speak its name, and other times I root for Desmond, Jack, Sawyer, and Sayid to quadruple-team him with bike chains and tire irons, and then Hurley to sit on him until he suffocates?
Damn you, Ben, you evil frickin’ genius.