 By any criteria, I think Donald Sutherland made for an unlikely leading man. His icy blue stare seemed to be able to penetrate the fourth wall, like he was holding a million different conversations at once with each individual watcher of his films. It's not a quality that I have often found in actors. Donald Sutherland died last week at age 88, and next film essayist Chris DeShiel considers his career. Proof that I'm old...