Brad Pitt looked raggedy as all hell during a lot of the Bullet Train stops, and he’s also had some rough press, from years upon years of back-and-forth with Angelina Jolie to this eerie and absurd GQ cover. So maybe, in picking mostly drawstring-waist clothes and buying several of one shirt different colors, he’s aiming for something approaching… relatability, like he’s just a normal dude? I’m not sure that’ll ever work, but okay, shoot your shot, Brad. P.S. Brian Tyree Henry once again wins the day.
