Now, Tim Roth didn't hit my Radar until I stumbled across a small part he had in Pulp Fiction, which lead me to Resevoir dogs and he had me at "What if the manager won't give you the diamonds?" From there it was Four Rooms and then I couldn't tell you the sequence of the random movies I made my friends sit through. And unfortunately my preoccupation for him dwindled, but every now again he pops up and I can't help but think of my Tim Roth obsession--good times. Enjoy the pics!
The best part of my fascination with Roth is, in the late nineties, early 2000, right after he did his shoot for Prada, I was out at a club and cha-ching....there he was. No, not Tim Roth, but a boy that resembled him to a T! Now I'd love to tell you he had a british accent and we fell madly inlove (actually, he turned out to be a stalker that worked for the phone company, whcih made it a real bitch to ditch him) but we didn't and we'll save that story for another day.
