Yes. I am this kind of odd. Please don't judge. A blood-smeared, dead-eyed Tim Roth in Heart of Darkness (1994) did something to my brain chemistry as a young teenager. My ovaries didn’t know what to do with it, but they were definitely...doing something. It wasn’t even the gory part. It was the eyes. The thousand-yard stare of a man who’s clearly one mosquito bite away from losing it. Fun fact: I watched this movie for John Malkovich (yes, I thought he was hot in this. no, I will not explain further) but Tim Roth was a very pleasant surprise.







