Brad Pitt is a surprisingly agile character actor, with a depth and range that sets him far ahead of his peers. Mostly he's just a meat-hanger for abs, though.
Though he's constantly proving himself with challenging and varied roles, a common theme does run throughout Mr. Pitt's work. Whether it's a sit-up instructor battling crippling depression due to his torso-oil addiction, or an accountant who's just allergic to shirts, Brad Pitt will always find a way to be shirtless in any movie:
Yes, even when millions of dollars are spent digitally transforming him into a freakish elderly midget time traveller, Mr. Pitt - perhaps out of force of habit, contractual obligation, or a heretofore undiagnosed torso-based claustrophobia - still finds time to strip off his shirt and pose. But you know what the real bitch of it is? Even when you spend the equivalent of a small country's GDP trying to de-sexify him, Pitt is still more ripped than us up there.
Even when he's digitally enhanced to resemble the bastard lovechild of Larry King and Gollum; Brad Pitt still makes your average man look like a pile of sadness and cottage cheese stuffed into a man-shaped skin-suit.
Thanks for raising the bar, dickhead.