Jordy is a down-on-his-luck (southern?) yokel who witnesses a meteor strike down right on his property. Naturally, he jumps around being stupid about it. Ofc, he's wearing a flannel shirt and overalls to really drive home that he's not bright. The haircut was his own, though. He touches the meteor and it's hot so he screams and sucks his burned fingers to subtlety let the viewer know that IT'S HOT. Then he has an elaborate fantasy about jilting a local college professor out of 200 dollars to pay off his bank loans, which is....ok, literally nothing this man owns, owned or will ever own costs 200 dollars, so I guess he gambled that shit away or spent it on magic beans.
And that's it, but, omg, I feel like so much more needs to be said about this section of the movie. It's just batshit. It's not only that you would watch it and doubt that Stephen King has ever met anyone from the south, you wonder if he's ever met *another human.* You can't look away, it's like all of his facial expressions are in a huge bar-fight. It's as though he invented a whole new concept called *Not-Dignity.* It's as though he looked in the mirror everyday of shooting and said, "today I will embarrass every person I've ever known." That being said, holy shit, if I got the chance, I could make this performance look like Anthony Hopkins in Remains of the Day.