alain delon.

blah blah blah... talented mr. ripley... blah blah blah... psychopath. it's alain! delon! those eyes. those french eyes. don't question it. just let it happen. 

(plein soleil, 1960)

robert donat.

(the 39 steps, 1935)

seriously though: you are wrongly accused of murder. some crazy freemasons are after you. nobody believes you. you'll likely be hanged. you are handcuffed to robert donat. 1 out of 5 ain't bad.

johnny whitworth.

speaks for itself: a.j. = tortured artist. ripped jeans. oversized cardigan. record store employee (!!!) mind you don't fall into that gaze.

 

(empire records, 1995)

michael redgrave.

(the lady vanishes, 1938)

slightly bumptious and entirely adorable in his ever-present bow tie, redgrave fights off the bad guys, foils the villain, rescues dame may whitty and marries the equally babe-like margaret lockwood. did i mention he's a musician by trade?

rossano brazzi.

as the dashing venetian antiques dealer, brazzi does the impossible: he manages to turn katharine hepburn into a giddy, lovestruck teenager. that's like melting an iceberg with a hair dryer. but seriously, if you aren't crying by the time she's waving goodbye from the train, you probably don't have a central nervous system.

(summertime, 1955)

brad dourif.

(wise blood, 1979)

coming off of a slew of memorable supporting roles, including one flew over the cuckoo's nest (a lunatic in a strait jacket) and eyes of laura mars (a lunatic in a leather jacket), dourif was a perfect choice for the lunatic preacher hazel motes: a preacher who doesn't believe in jesus... and ends up blinding himself. no really, it was a good movie. (and that hat!)