As far as I am concerned, this is sacrilege. This is a dirty, unholy sacrilege and this crafter deserves to suffer eternally in a purgatory of melting crayons, perpetually broken sewing machines, and glitter. And I mean the kind of glitter that gets in every orifice and STAYS THERE. The kind of glitter that somehow winds up in your cereal even when you haven't used any in weeks and you have to make the difficult decision at 7am to either eat the glitter too or throw away your whole bowl of cereal. The kind of glitter that SUCKS. Yeah, I said it.
I mean, honestly now - not only has this artistically-devoid blasphemer dared to even create a graven image of The Walken, but to do it so amazingly badly? Where is The Walken's ethereal glow? His physics-defying pompadour? The ominpresent glint in his eye borne of a spirit made of pure unadulterated awesomeness? This is a travesty I tell you, a travesty.
And no, it's not one of those pictures that makes another face when you turn it upside down. I already tried.