Give the man a chance. I see this as like a cricket match where they have just brought on a new fast bowler and he is ostentatiously warming up, wheeling his arms like windmills, rubbing the ball furiously on his groin so that he already has a suspiciously angry red mark despite not having made one delivery. All of this of course is psychological warfare aimed at the batsman - (in this laborious extended metaphor that's us) who suddenly feels an uncomfortable prickle of sweat running down his box - especially the final moment, when the demon bowler walks back to mark the start of his run up and it's almost on the boundary... he takes his mark, his eyes narrow and produce a laser like stare focussed precisely on middle and off with such intensity that it feels that it alone could rip them from the ground and send them cartwheeling lethally in all directions, the wicket keeper does one of those swallows that people do in films to show that they are scared and takes a couple of steps back from his already cartoonishly distant position.... the silent crowd seems somehow to hush even further and the Stan begins his run, slowly at first but building up an unstoppable locomotivesque momentum with every step.....youve mentioned one film so far
I've seen it, to continue my cricketing metaphor, far from the previously described bouncer it would be a lazy long hop that the batsman would gratefully gobble up, walking halfway down the wicked to casually hook it for six.i'd give it a go just for a laugh. i watched the trailer and was impressed by how ponderous and gormless it looked.