Part three in a series: The Dark Lord’s Finest

That right there is a contraction, not a possessive. 

Oh Ralph, we go back such a long way. Like, such a long way that when I first saw him, in Schindler’s List, my little brain could barely process the very, um, complicated feelings that he inspired. Then I saw him in The English Patient and, even though at the time I thought those sex scenes were really weird, it became my favorite movie, thus cementing the insufferable nature of my taste in films. (Over the years, I came to really get those scenes that involved the ripping of clothes and fingering in a public building.) All that prologue means that I don’t mind so much about the missing nose and the baldness and the long fingernails and the utter embodiment of all the world’s evil … Voldemort just has that je ne sais quoi.