jacques gagnon.

(mon oncle antoine, 1971)

oui, benoît is a little young to appear in this column. nevertheless, he is also in possession of the two most beautiful green eyes in the history of canadian cinema.

pierre clémenti.

(belle de jour, 1967)

as the sleazy, gold-toothed thug marcel, clémenti provides a sexual awakening to first-time hooker séverine (catherine deneuve) and, in the process, shows the world that blood-thirsty creeps can still make you swoon.

vincent cassel.

(black swan, 2010)

cold, sadistic, calculated: on paper, thomas leroy is all kinds of creepy. however, cassel keeps his slinky character from turning adversary by exuding strong sexual overtones while working with killer style and supreme masculine sensuality. i strongly recommend the dress rehearsal scene where he tells nina (natalie portman) to 'open' her mouth. 'open it!'

jean dujardin.

in honor of this morning's oscar nominations.

 

(the artist, 2011)

christopher lambert.

(subway, 1985)

more. french. eyes.

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)