wes craven’s pulp fiction babies

We were watching the late, late movie the other night and The People Under the Stairs (Haus der Vergessenen) was playing, featuring a Ving Rhames that was quite young looking (although there was only three years difference between this horror-comedy and Tarantino’s film) sporting a kicky Malcolm-Jamal Warner (aka Theo Huxtable) style leather cap. For other, established actors, progression seems to be at a more natural pace, not cinematically augmented.  I wonder if there is a certain threshold for discoverability that makes some actors seem very different, transfixing nature to certain unshakeable roles.