Several years ago, in a fit of playful spite, I endeavored to put together a series of unflattering photos of Nathan Fillion that I had planned to call the “Fillion Grotesquerie.” It was going to be amazing. The world would fall to their knees, and praise my ability to curate the impossible.
Unfortunately, despite hours and hours of research, I was only capable of finding one unflattering photo of Nathan Fillion, because he’s apparently the most photogenic man alive. Even at his worst, he is unstoppably handsome. Even the one photo I could find was something of a cheat: Someone had captured a photo of him talking out of the side of his mouth, probably mid-chew.
By all accounts, the Fillion Grotesquerie was a failure. But today, people! Today, I have discovered the motherlode (or more accurately, Reddit discovered the motherlode). Today, folks, I bring you Nathan Fillion at his 90s worse, in a no-sleeve flannel button-up looking like something out of the band Trixter.
Gaze upon it and WEEP.