Karl Urban Is My Life!!!!

You appear in a Star Trek reboot, one of the original actors is nearly brought to tears by your performance because it was so reminiscent of his old friend. You’re praised as being one of the highlights. The sequel forgets you exist, all so they can do an unearned Wrath of Khan impression, and forget that at this point, you’re actually Kirk’s closest friend. (They do make up for it in the second sequel somewhat, but do you even get a triumvirate poster or cover? Do you fuck.)

You appear in Dredd, it receives massive acclaim. People cry out for a sequel, you want to do it, everyone wants to do it. They decide to reboot it again, using a director who is one of your mates. You’re not invited back.

You get a lead role in The Boys. You’re considered one of the strongest parts of a fantastic ensemble. British people can ignore your accent because the performance is so good. It comes to the final season, you’ve got some crazy shit to do. One of the biggest turning points for your character is squeezed into a tiny segment of an episode that existed wholly to throw a Supernatural reunion at the screen. The entire season exists to set up the Supernatural actors spin off. You’ve got an hour to fix the story, and the finale deserved to be at least an hour of Butcher and Homelander having it out, verbally, and physically, on top of everything else. It won’t be.