What's not to love about Paul Rudd?
For those that may not have fallen for his dreaminess in a twenty-minutes-too-long Apatowian nightmare, enjoyed the one actually relatable character amongst a group of six Friends you'd struggle with in real life, or marvelled at him gamely attempting to humanise the superhero genre in Ant Man, Paul Rudd is all the right parts for a particular part. Steady, humorous and humble, Rudd mostly sticks to roles that exploit his natural charms and the movies are better for it.
Such logic shouldn't stray too far away from pro wrestling - particularly Vince McMahon's version of it, he literally said as much in a toe-curling Beyond The Mat moment - and yet the billionaire that should only be a millionaire has in recent years completely lost sight of the real people behind his supposed Superstars.
Becky Lynch and Braun Strowman are recent cases of characters turned for a supposedly greater good that seems impossible to parse, but the problem cuts much deeper than taking away your heroes. Villains too so rarely get the opportunity to be the b*stards they can be, but a richer-than-ever Vince McMahon is so financially immune from his own mistakes in 2018 that's he stopped bothering to learn from them.