Espionage, international intrigue, and Clive Owen abound as The International films in New York City. Oh, to be that balding, bloodied, nameless extra on the arm of Clive . . . just for a moment.
To be fully appreciated, Clive Owen must be viewed at all angles, so I’ve provided more pictures just below. Okay, okay . . . I do find this guy unnaturally fascinating. Clive Owen could be doing anything — grooming a poodle, stir-frying vegetables, clipping his toenails — and I would watch it.
Previously: Clive Owen and the Numb, Undecipherable Stare
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[...] Clive Owen, sexy even covered in Blood. -AgentBedHead [...]