He looks fantastic as a brooding pimp, whether he's simply sporting the styles, as shown above, or whether taking it to a rather literal level as commandant of Salon Kitty:
It should probably bother me that any human being can wear a leather S.S. uniform with such elan, but some human beings were born with the kind of inner dandy that allows them to rise above such limiting factors as "playing characters with deeply problematic political points of view." I'd posit that Mr. Berger is just such a human being.
Newsboy? Pimp? Pimp moonlighting as a newsboy? It's a brave statement, people.
"Help! I'm trapped in a box!" Demonstrating the same kind of depth and breadth of range as described above: a baberbshop quartet member who breaks away to live his dream of performing as a mime!
No. Not really. But I'll confess I'd still watch that movie, just to bask in the gloriousness of those cheekbones (and hopefully to bear witness to one of Helmut Berger's amazing cinematic hissy fits--nobody throws a hissy fit like he does... except, perhaps, for Udo Kier, but that's a matter for another post).
And because, my fellow Berger-fans, you've been so patient, here's the Pantsless Part for you: