There has been some really good villians in filmdom but my absolute favorite for the sheer simplicity of evilness has to be Mr. Skin (a.k.a. Satan) in the cult classic Highway 61:
(A brilliant conversation between Mr. Skin and a little girl, Louise, who is about 10 or 11 years old)
Girl: I’m going on tour this year until I get a record contract, then I’m going to make a video. Then they’re going to make a video of us and we’re going to be famous. Then Mommy’s going to come back and live with us. And when I grow up I’m going to do solo projects and get married to someone famous but I’m not sure who exactly.
Mr. Skin : Who told you all this?
Girl: My Daddy.
Mr. Skin: You’re Daddy’s lying. None of this is going to happen. You know why? Because you’re ugly. I’m sorry to say it, but you’re an ugly little girl. Just ask anyone.
Girl: My Daddy says that I’m pretty and when I grow up I’m going to be a beautiful lady.
Mr. Skin: No. You’re going to be an ugly lady. You’ll probably be fat and work as a cashier and no one is going to want to marry you. You see, parents aren’t allowed to tell the truth about certain things. Now don’t cry. Don’t be upset. I don’t want to see you crying. You really want to be famous?
Mr. Skin: Well maybe I can help. Would you like that? I can make you pretty and all you have to do is sign your little name. Can you do that?