Happy Valentine’s Day! We’ve sent you a year’s supply of human eyelashes in the mail, along with a mix tape consisting entirely of cover versions of “I Want You To Want Me.” Do you love us yet?
No? Well, what are we supposed to do? You won’t answer our calls, you change your number. We mean, WE’RE NOT GOING TO BE IGNORED.
Yup, the stalker movie. That’s what we’re here to talk about today. It’s funny, but the kind of obsessive adoration that would have made for a classic Victorian romance novel is just plain creepy today. Times change, and building your whole world around a romantic or sexual fixation on another human being doesn’t fly anymore. Movies like Fatal Attraction popularized the frightening notion of someone not taking “no” for an answer and going to extreme lengths to get you back. It’s a great set-up for a thriller, playing directly into our massive egos and also our fear of losing all sense of security because someone you have no interest in has an implacable interest in you, and rejecting them only keeps making it worse. Eventually even violent.
But the stalker movie also takes advantage of a terrible double-standard. Many romances, even healthy ones, begin with one person being more interested than the other, and in movies those people tend to make dramatic pronouncements to make their point. Lloyd Dobler serenaded Diane Court with a boom box in Say Anything… but if she hadn’t been attracted to him in the first place the whole situation would have made her incredibly uncomfortable. The type of romantic behavior we see in movies is heightened for comedic and/or dramatic effect, and sometimes the only difference between what these fictional people think is romantic and honest-to-goodness creepery is the existence of a mutual attraction.
Maybe that’s why so many “proper” stalker movies cast incredibly attractive actors to play the dangerously lovelorn antagonists. Audiences are supposed to understand the temptation to sleep with these people, and when the hero does so it only makes them implicit. In short, they brought this on themselves. But come on… there’s an alternate draft of Sleepless in Seattle out there where Annie Reed’s cross-country stalking of Sam Baldwin ended up with an image of Tom Hanks tied up in a basement somewhere and missing at least a couple of toes.
But the attractiveness of these movie stalkers, whether they are supposed to be innocent or malevolent, sends audiences a mixed message. They’re hot, damn it, and sometimes that’s enough for some people. So we’ve put together a list of The 18 Hottest Movie Stalkers (because you shouldn’t even be considering this unless they’re at least 18), and ranked them based not on hotness – that’s too subjective – but on how much they’d be worth the trouble. How much does their hotness make up for how crazy they are? The answers might surprise you.
And since we’re an equal opportunity website, both men and women are eligible. Have a happy Valentine’s Day, folks. Please use your best judgment.