I don't know whom I adored  Billy Bob Thornton as a greasy hick with a whiff of Tales From the Crypt -style demonism; Nick Nolte, as a skeletal, gravel-voiced albino who could be John Huston after a decade of being eaten by worms; or Jon Voight, as a blind half-Indian whose portentous utterances are both full of crap and eerily abstruse.