“Do not set yourself up against Patsey, my dear. Cos I will rid myself of you well before I do away with her.” It is a fiery quote and one that encapsulates the power dynamics of the relationship between white women and white men in this country for some time. When Bill Burr went on his brutally truthful rant about white women inserting and centering themselves after playing such a significant role in said oppression I thought immediately of Sarah Paulson's Mrs Epps, a cruel cantankerous, self pitying woman who laid her frustrations at the feet of a black woman because she was intimidated by her, and jealous of her husband's desire, and also because she could. Paulson has that quality so many of the greats have, where the same quality that makes them affable, can be inverted to appear nasty, menacing, repulsive, a la Harrison Ford, (the aforementioned Giamatti) or Bette Davis ( Though not as skillfully and flexibly as Davis). Paulson carries a polite stiffness well. Especially noted in her work in much of Ryan Murphy's shows, and here all she needed to do was turn off the polite. If you watch Mrs Epps she doesn’t move much in any action and her movements are always precise and without flourish. This aids and upholds the believability of the backstory her husband gives us that she does not come from money. This is practiced. As a woman whose station itself is precarious you would think she would identify and relate to those who also lack agency and power but so many times this is not the case, instead as practice she clings to what little power she has, and views Patsey as an imminent threat to it. It’s not a reach to suppose that if Epps knows of what has transpired across the way with the “lothatrio” on the Shaw Plantation and fears Shaw beguiling Patsey, than his wife would (knowing of what happened on the Shaw Plantation with Mistress Shaw) fear the exact same. White women it seems have always both known the tenuous nature of their stature in a white male dominated hegemonic society and enjoyed the fruits of it, but it leaves them often times in perpetual limbo, and Paulson works as an avatar for this precisely because she has that ability for both repulsion and affability as an actor. Now in the case of her movie husband, Mr Epps Fassbender’s work is in my opinion the central acting force of the film. As Epps Michael Fassbender conjures something so ugly, so hideous, it’s jarring. It defies being called villainy, it’s far too human for that, and yet it doesn't defy being called evil. Fassbender is so spot on in his depiction, so wild eyed and authentic in it, I think it has caused a hesitation by the audience to look directly into the black abyss of humanity he created and critique or praise the performance. Epps is a small man who quite literally leans on others to give himself height and strength, so its understandable, he is also vile and a serial rapist so its understandable that there is a moral question that raises itself out of the root of the importance of storytelling as well as the consequence. What is the value of praising such a performance? The consequence? What if Fassbender had won the Oscar, after an avalanche of praise for playing to the absolute hilt one of the worst human beings this side of Hitler. It’s a question with no easy answers, so I will try and talk about Fassbender's work with as much rigidity and frankness as is possible without being effusive. Fassbender has always had a piercing stare…Shame, the 300, Fish Tank, in various ways he made use of this in all of these films, but here is where the stare being Eddie Brock, found its sentient symbiote in the character of Epps and became literal venom. Where Fassbender finds Epps is in his unadorned trivialities, his nude bitterness, and his matter of factly belief in the institution. He does not give his words the fervor of hate, he gives them the fervor of a believer, and yet not a “True” believer. The most pertinent example being in his conversation with Brad Pitt's “Samuel Bass”. Epps argument is not dressed in elegant actor fire, in fact some words barely make it out they're so understated. When Bass calls Epps slaves laborers, he scoffs, but though it comes with the proper amount of bewilderment, his “what the hell?” is so plainly delivered it almost feels under his breath. He responds “They ain’t hired help, they're my property” and Bass responds “You say that with pride”, he responds back “I say it as fact"..He is right, Fassbender delivers the line exactly as if it were fact, and like many believers his supposition and disposition rest upon a foundation of constant and consistent reinforcement. In one way or another to cause Epps any form of disbelief in the purity of the system that props him up is a threat. It makes Patsey a threat because he is in love with her, Solomon a threat because he is much smarter than he, and Bass a threat because he is outright questioning the institution as a white man and subsequently Epps righteousness.. and what does Epps have if he doesn’t have his rationalizations of his cruelties? Thing is though Fassbender doesn’t play Epps for depth, he plays him for simplicity, and finds Epps complexity through it. He stares at Platt holding him close, the proximity a thinly veiled threat, but also the bodily admission of something underneath, (admiration, kinship, maybe even some form of desire) and the stare directly into Solomon is one one would give a map, trying to divine from it its secrets. He accepts Epps explanation for the accusation he was writing a letter, less because it seems the truth, which is much too complex for him to ascertain, and more because he is happy with Epps capitulation to his superiority. Had the movie chose to follow Epps outward beyond the Epps home, it would be easy to see him as one kept just outside the circle of elite who know well what and who he is, but find him useful a simpleton propped up by numbingly violent, and hypocritical institution as machine for capital. A tool happy in his work and also confused by it. His “moods”, his drinking being propelled by it. Fassbender's performance is compelling, and pure, there is little to no “acting” in it, and it is by far his best work to me, and by far the most difficult to celebrate, but in him and through him we see the mechanical touch of the empire in a way that shines away from morality plays that were so common in the telling of this bleak history, and into something that took the immorality as evident without need of extra service, and instead chose to focus on the viscera, and the inner workings of this body. Let us find our emotion through it, and in that approach it deployed each and every one of its actors as tools to represent it machinery to tune it, and tighten it, and allow it to run to its conclusion.