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Al PacinoFor a while, Al Pacino was doing awesome. He rocked it out in Scent of a Woman, and then Heat, Donnie Brasco, and The Insider. Dude was on fire.

Then there was the resounding thud that was Gigli (which still begs the question of why anyone would ever name a movie "Gigli"), and the collective cries for wiser assistance in career choices following S1m0ne and 88 Minutes.

But if there's one ribbon in the cinematic sky that's kept Pacino relevant since his Godfather days, it's the whole creepy-touching thing. He's got hands, and he knows how to use them (often excessively, that is, and it's weird).