I’ve got some pretty serious Nathan Fillion love. I first discovered him is his beyond-creepy role of Caleb in the second half of the seventh season of Buffy. And it wasn’t until much MUCH later that I found him again as Mal on Firefly. And as Mal he was such a great, lovable character. As Caleb? Not so much.
Caleb was the wanna-be, holier than thou, woman hating priest who showed up in Dirty Girls as a worker of the first to help destroy the whole Slayer line.
Joss Whedon described him as “the creepiest priest.” And also said that “he was the most bald-faced misogynist we’ve had since, well, since Warren, last year.”
I hated Caleb. He creeped me out to my core. Normally, when a character does that for me, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth about the actor and I tend not to like anything else they do based on one, horrible, evil character they played and that I hated. Hey, it happened with Harry Hamlin playing Aaron Echolls – but I think I’ve gotten over that, finally. And I have certainly gotten over that with Nathan Fillion.
He’s gone on to play one of my favorite characters on TV, Richard Castle. And good for him for getting his own show.
But as far as Caleb goes, I hate him. He’s just so bad, he’s good. Oh, and he poked Xander‘s eye out, so that tips the scale way in the evil column.
But it’s Nathan Fillion, so I love him. Just not Caleb.