After Humphrey Bogart, James Cagney is my all-time favorite actor.
Last night, I watched a 1934 film of his (JIMMY THE GENT) in which he was, surprisingly, so annoying that I turned it off thirty minutes in. True, the script was not that great and director Michael Curtiz was not up to his usual standards, but Cagney rattled off his lines so fast that they had virtually no expression at all.
I guess even the greatest of stars have their turkeys.