tom hanks
The consummate ‘everyman’ of modern American cinema, so identifiable has Hanks become to the everyday man on the street that by the time he came to film blockbuster smash ‘The Da Vinci Codes’ he had ceased to exist as any kind of individual self and so transmogrified into a pure spirit form of universal consciousness, his ghostly torso wafting through the Hollywood Hills seeking new corporeal shells to inhabit.
In a coup for our studios, his supernatural essence was captured perfectly in this stunning rendition, mere seconds before Ghost-Hanks, in the guise of much-loved disabled hick Forrest Gump, seeped into the body of famously uptight tinseltown liberal Sean Penn at a rally for deprived inner-city onion farmers, compelling him to slur his carefully prepared speechlike a low-grade moron before sprinting meaninglessly into the distance across the nearest football field.









