The elders at my JC were certainly the Pharisee type. One shook the Bible at me and said, "we don't have to tell you what this says. You know the rules". He was the same one who told me that since he personally could not work as a musician without "sinning" he assumed I must be the same. The appeal group was like night and day - but when they asked me if I wanted to share anything about the original elders I said no, afraid to criticize them and thinking that somehow Jehovah would do the right thing by me.
Then there was the nasty elder on the committee I had to deal with after I moved. He used to beat his kids senseless in the bedroom at the book study every time for reasons like not having bowed their head during the prayer. He was just mean for the sake of meanness. He got killed in a farm accident before the committee ever got around to reinstating me. I found it hard to feel any sorrow.
When I was younger I recall one elder who would pick at everything I did and criticize me. After I had kids, one meeting he told me to take my 2-year-old daughter to the back because we were sitting in the front row and she was looking back at him and making faces and laughing.
Then there is my brother the uber elder. So holy and righteous that he tried to take my kids from me because I wasn't attending meetings. When my youngest daughter attended her cousin's wedding he made her leave the area where "family" was seated. My daughter isn't baptized and has had nothing to do with JWs since she was 10 years old. He just judges her through me.