"Oooh, he's so grotesque! He looks like he's ready to join a boy band!"
...Christine rips off his full head of hair to reveal — another full head of hair, and a deformity that amounts to — like, I don't know, maybe he had some shellfish that didn't agree with him? [...] She's like "Really, that's what you're all worked up about?" This is your reason for abandoning society? This is what got you caged and put in a freak show? Like, you got stung by a bee, you're fine. You get the impression that Butler knows his deformity is not — even really a deformity, because he really tries to compensate with ultra-crazy-face, but — really nothing compelling or tragic here when she kisses him. "I'm glad you can bear to kiss me despite my pinkeye." And the beat of him letting her go is apparently not enough to impart his man-pain for Joel Schumacher, oh no.
