Owl liked the actors whose names he could never remember. Probably even never knew. The ones that showed up in a scene, chewed out the star and left. The bit guys, the funny looking ones, the ones you could be sure would never get the girl, never even have the girl look their way.
In some ways, he figured, they were more part of the scenery than an actual actor.
These were the people he should look up to. They were the kind of men he felt he would grow up to be. And that was just fine by him.