8. Ghost Dog (Forest Whitaker, Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai)
Body Count: 13

If you glean anything from Ghost Dog, let it be this: Should you happen to be a member of the most pitiable mafia group ever to grace the big screen, don't go fucking with the homing pigeons of a portly samurai whose best friend is a French-speaking ice cream vendor. Lesson learned.





7. Anton Chigurh (Javier Bardem, No Country for Old Men)
Body Count: 13

The only thing more fabulous than a bat-crap-insane hit man is a bat-crap-insane hit man who drops marks with an air gun. Sure his blank stare is creepy and his life-or-death coin flips are unnerving, but his mastery with compressed air brings much-needed body to lifeless hair!




6. Michael Sullivan (Tom Hanks, Road to Perdition)
Body Count: 15

Tom Hanks has always been a family friendly guy, but when you kill his wife and child, don't expect a repeat of The Polar Express. Sullivan ruins Jude Law's pretty little face, racks up a pile of bodies in one rainy-night melee with a tommy gun, and sends a pre-Bond Daniel Craig to hell while he's taking a bath. At least his killings make for easy cleanup.



5. Samantha Caine/Charly Baltimore (Geena Davis, The Long Kiss Goodnight)
Body Count: 29 (and a deer)

Besides being an amnesiac, Samantha Caine had the perfect life: a quaint existence as a suburban schoolteacher with a loving husband and daughter. Oh, and she used to exterminate people for a living. But once her true colors (blonde!) and identity (one-hit rapper?) are revealed, she embarks on a bloodthirsty blitz to stop terrorists from blowing up Niagara Falls, making her the deadliest thing on ice skates since Tonya Harding.