The colonel sits alone in his room, drinking and nursing his self-pity. He is a mean, angry, sarcastic man. We sense he has always been lonely, but never lonelier than now, when he is trapped inside blindness. He lost his sight late in life, through his own stupidity, and now he gets drunk and waits for victims. There is hope for him, however, because of two fugitive threads in his personality: He is a romantic. And he possesses a grudging sense of humor.
The colonel, whose name is Slade, and who does not like to be called “Sir,” is played by
Al Pacino in one of his best and riskiest performances – risky, because at first the character is so abrasive we can hardly stand him, and only gradually do we begin to understand how he works and why he isn’t as miserable as he seems.