tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010820156359541462024-03-15T00:54:49.768-07:00neptsdepths-Yahoo-Sports-blogAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.comBlogger401125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-74482450587726748212014-01-03T21:47:00.000-08:002014-02-11T00:27:11.563-08:00"Houston," We Have No Problem!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-Ipbx2Uilhk_iW9gugzxVEORtUGkGb1issLyC_K1BMt28Yhf_X9EYGP286Ra6Aq3EzKpBBt1ke2FPq_4RLzeMHhQLJcgTziqsf9LdzXDK82EiHk6rhrSeKG_GJ7CN3OmYPNTVr0rITY/s1600/MH08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-Ipbx2Uilhk_iW9gugzxVEORtUGkGb1issLyC_K1BMt28Yhf_X9EYGP286Ra6Aq3EzKpBBt1ke2FPq_4RLzeMHhQLJcgTziqsf9LdzXDK82EiHk6rhrSeKG_GJ7CN3OmYPNTVr0rITY/s320/MH08.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In the 1970s and '80s, it seemed as if nothing Aaron Spelling produced for television could fail (though there were the occasional bombs along the way.) He produced <i>The Mod Squad</i> (1968-1973), <i>The Rookies </i>(1972-1976), <i>Starsky and Hutch</i>(1975-1979), <i>Family</i> (1976-1980), <i>Charlie's Angels</i> (1976-1981), <i>The Love Boat</i> (1977-1987), <i>Fantasy Island</i> (1978-1984), <i>Hart to Hart</i>(1979-1984) and <i>Dynasty </i>(1981-1989) to hit only the highlights! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mtUhRTRR5waHj007OArQTYc7JaBNsC2CkCt5Gx28s6-DyG2fOdIQA25jRrdAT_zGFYE_fxnBLAd_YaooNM80_mJceUtN97p0uc5f_ZmnY7Kk-hfs8vn8ZN7CaTdVNl2QuAsNzeCyVDM/s1600/MH000c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mtUhRTRR5waHj007OArQTYc7JaBNsC2CkCt5Gx28s6-DyG2fOdIQA25jRrdAT_zGFYE_fxnBLAd_YaooNM80_mJceUtN97p0uc5f_ZmnY7Kk-hfs8vn8ZN7CaTdVNl2QuAsNzeCyVDM/s320/MH000c.JPG" width="264" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In 1982, while the machine was still chugging along powerfully, he put forth a detective series meant to capitalize on the success of <i>Magnum, P.I. </i>(1980-1988), seen here at left, which starred charismatic, mustached, 6' 3-1/2” Tom Selleck. To this end, he cast 6' 3” Lee Horsley as <i>Matt Houston</i>, a Texas-born multi-millionaire transplanted to L.A. who solved crimes in his spare time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH8SPiuCUVKUqJcdHab0rPeZQgpljnY62S9ywtbqlGhh3RHldUMT25F4halTFrqHjlOmOL0_Plv_PmAdNzVpb3hCQUmtt1l3NuOjJiaBpE4LIe8Vulj8YXBJoe8zWvo0L0Fm7tS0ZhHoA/s1600/MH000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH8SPiuCUVKUqJcdHab0rPeZQgpljnY62S9ywtbqlGhh3RHldUMT25F4halTFrqHjlOmOL0_Plv_PmAdNzVpb3hCQUmtt1l3NuOjJiaBpE4LIe8Vulj8YXBJoe8zWvo0L0Fm7tS0ZhHoA/s320/MH000.JPG" width="251" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYI0VzwstpdHwDz9_MMzJ1rgj9iVqOqia2E2_GMlXpwucD72MmhSpxrKoQV5UZtOr-5BuDA3xbhEd0zguEjVQgErweRVBeckahkhwGu80__j9ca-QuUuzu2zDiBP8Z2dSsiBqq_zsBdVc/s1600/MH08e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYI0VzwstpdHwDz9_MMzJ1rgj9iVqOqia2E2_GMlXpwucD72MmhSpxrKoQV5UZtOr-5BuDA3xbhEd0zguEjVQgErweRVBeckahkhwGu80__j9ca-QuUuzu2zDiBP8Z2dSsiBqq_zsBdVc/s320/MH08e.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Horsley was a stage actor who'd recently made his television debut on the short-lived William Conrad detective show <i>Nero Wolfe</i> (1981.) He played the handsome right-hand man to the overweight Conrad, a brilliant crime solver who preferred to let someone else, in this case Horsley, take care of the physical end of things while he tended to his greenhouse (located within a well-appointed brownstone.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsALlmj1TW-lISEcbcfKtIhnVeH5Mult4ItEWSBriHEQ8ALzuX4xkC7ZqSyliM_VDffXR3ncAVOii5QsHoGkzuA3rFZ4-ZHEhpgQpK9BEX81HWsn62EZ2a_hxiBo7MIhUwLMOBTgpU-hg/s1600/MH08f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsALlmj1TW-lISEcbcfKtIhnVeH5Mult4ItEWSBriHEQ8ALzuX4xkC7ZqSyliM_VDffXR3ncAVOii5QsHoGkzuA3rFZ4-ZHEhpgQpK9BEX81HWsn62EZ2a_hxiBo7MIhUwLMOBTgpU-hg/s320/MH08f.JPG" width="248" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The series was a disappointing adaptation of a series of beloved Rex Stout novels and was cancelled after only fourteen episodes had been shot. Horsley then went on to film the campy, but later beloved, fantasy film <b>The Sword and the Sorcerer</b> (1982.) That film's initial failure meant that he was free to portray Mattlock Houston, the kindhearted cowboy millionaire with a gorgeous ranch located only a helicopter ride away from his high-rise office in Los Angeles, California.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgliOvuBQc68a3Y_nuY27FyJmqL3PY64IfK1rW8oTlx0tcClDWpqlq-hYErV3M4JYQz0P0oKyaVubsdvNL1YmX4_WSDUQOp7zlhSZcIOUYcQWKFqNCDmVGjGJhso5RKjqdevSvLvBhb4g4/s1600/MH00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgliOvuBQc68a3Y_nuY27FyJmqL3PY64IfK1rW8oTlx0tcClDWpqlq-hYErV3M4JYQz0P0oKyaVubsdvNL1YmX4_WSDUQOp7zlhSZcIOUYcQWKFqNCDmVGjGJhso5RKjqdevSvLvBhb4g4/s320/MH00.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxk2ufbOsaHdS2Y7IghsMyM7ThM3GMU1LJF4uqWGbvp5yZBum2hrS2qN60Ksya7U7I04EjRmczu3jcW2WI748zzlOwa0-ommENRGBxHEXFHCLQWccv9qMbZ4e2baqdg28mvTOrkQnDYK4/s1600/MH00b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxk2ufbOsaHdS2Y7IghsMyM7ThM3GMU1LJF4uqWGbvp5yZBum2hrS2qN60Ksya7U7I04EjRmczu3jcW2WI748zzlOwa0-ommENRGBxHEXFHCLQWccv9qMbZ4e2baqdg28mvTOrkQnDYK4/s320/MH00b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RE2CUUcoVvpskwW6aP8Hn8gDgJVaBIhBBE7Rm_s8sEOoD-yUCnDGTWcyDJrCwTAmS7f4f0YkKXwb37F8AW0BYxatALV119anyFRjrids6PMsi0Hv5d0ykWaB5M-6WmpbYb8ES6SCKTM/s1600/BU02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RE2CUUcoVvpskwW6aP8Hn8gDgJVaBIhBBE7Rm_s8sEOoD-yUCnDGTWcyDJrCwTAmS7f4f0YkKXwb37F8AW0BYxatALV119anyFRjrids6PMsi0Hv5d0ykWaB5M-6WmpbYb8ES6SCKTM/s320/BU02.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Horsley was often shown at the start of episodes tending to his horses (and sporting a pair of jeans that provided an eye-popping crotch shot, one which was used as the first scene in the credits sequence before being edited out later!) A couple of grizzled ranch hands were on site to provide “comic relief” until Horsley's pretty assistant and all-around Girl Friday Pamela Hensley would show up in order to whisk Horsley away to the city.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE4wZ0sbypDPdMhZ7Df7m6qRF1_j4ce9NxJOfcS62ZqRSJ2BNrmzvrYu1n_4afFck0NnkOXlyDpOjkpP-ShjRBenkcEBi9IzcET0GZoTvCOJpvEIrHE2jj-n6XBLRCGx652SWHyRjB88E/s1600/MH00c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE4wZ0sbypDPdMhZ7Df7m6qRF1_j4ce9NxJOfcS62ZqRSJ2BNrmzvrYu1n_4afFck0NnkOXlyDpOjkpP-ShjRBenkcEBi9IzcET0GZoTvCOJpvEIrHE2jj-n6XBLRCGx652SWHyRjB88E/s320/MH00c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZxowdt95j6scayP3LsSkVAuOrO1DE3vTXUeJqSUAlWAySqV3zugCObErj6KdlmNJ4ukpxJ0cbkR5TY0ymHPDeNq4y2atu4YCIWb1FoQxu-KeQ3S0HnayRASEG_mb6DfPaKYG1ZQGpKKI/s1600/MH01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZxowdt95j6scayP3LsSkVAuOrO1DE3vTXUeJqSUAlWAySqV3zugCObErj6KdlmNJ4ukpxJ0cbkR5TY0ymHPDeNq4y2atu4YCIWb1FoQxu-KeQ3S0HnayRASEG_mb6DfPaKYG1ZQGpKKI/s320/MH01.jpg" width="189" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZcIpTPonyzi-T5Elwv19ebgXDVfytUnsD_Y7j-kjtIDJ4NfbdZiF7_t4phDwMkd5PQh8Ccqdc6wzLyj0D7XrrAqFTBsHf36dPvmASHpXvRtT36CchbxgA_TCsSbqwkn7WHn7lt54bxyQ/s1600/MH01b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZcIpTPonyzi-T5Elwv19ebgXDVfytUnsD_Y7j-kjtIDJ4NfbdZiF7_t4phDwMkd5PQh8Ccqdc6wzLyj0D7XrrAqFTBsHf36dPvmASHpXvRtT36CchbxgA_TCsSbqwkn7WHn7lt54bxyQ/s320/MH01b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Once atop the Houston, Inc. skyscraper, viewers would see the “only in the '80s” office complex. The main room sported a full service bar, a small dining table and a hot tub! (Yes!) Then an arc-shaped couch with a green velvet coffee table would suddenly convert into a computer workstation.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The middle seats would creep forward electronically, the table would flip up to reveal an Apple III computer (cornily nicknamed "Baby") and the vertical blinds on the windows would flip shut to provide a viewscreen! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisd-VP0-_K6jcYEd07EgJOts0u7CDfe1_4xnAXrzEzZ0WTth_I4Cp0e60STlCJhq62_2u8LCmSvuCNoQ5C-QTeHXUniLrRnf-QyaHap_RAEt_pvgFb64NfaWkTiQhtqCkeNd2HHeAcdAA/s1600/MH02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisd-VP0-_K6jcYEd07EgJOts0u7CDfe1_4xnAXrzEzZ0WTth_I4Cp0e60STlCJhq62_2u8LCmSvuCNoQ5C-QTeHXUniLrRnf-QyaHap_RAEt_pvgFb64NfaWkTiQhtqCkeNd2HHeAcdAA/s320/MH02.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">(This part was quite illogical as the dark wooden slats couldn't possibly provide the proper backdrop for the projected images, which were in reality superimposed on the screen in post-production.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwuy2sGHbkYWr-Dt3oPmbZTvO9UO4E7m6DOta-9CN6H2XO0RuF3z56IZ33ggFmDv4uGC5jcGRpQTua6NVgIPSn6OR3k9ue1YvzkSFR7U9rfjM32s9vtTspyZMy_caEvB4bw-U949UQ50w/s1600/MH01d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwuy2sGHbkYWr-Dt3oPmbZTvO9UO4E7m6DOta-9CN6H2XO0RuF3z56IZ33ggFmDv4uGC5jcGRpQTua6NVgIPSn6OR3k9ue1YvzkSFR7U9rfjM32s9vtTspyZMy_caEvB4bw-U949UQ50w/s320/MH01d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1iUWP46i2JbrKEBi4EZ0hYLfgt4UKa2utdhq7ELQDvTAomt2jd6BhhxeVQUAcnX_M43x5V4n9CtyFNAyP3Npt8JPuXzg70lPiSJxH4-BIjhSDt7lsgefQhk9rIyMEknkmCMXyhkCoJH0/s1600/MH06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1iUWP46i2JbrKEBi4EZ0hYLfgt4UKa2utdhq7ELQDvTAomt2jd6BhhxeVQUAcnX_M43x5V4n9CtyFNAyP3Npt8JPuXzg70lPiSJxH4-BIjhSDt7lsgefQhk9rIyMEknkmCMXyhkCoJH0/s320/MH06.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The outer office, near the elevator door, had stations for three different secretaries who were always pursuing Horsley's signature on important documents, usually to no avail. Then a side office off the main room was Hensley's domain. Finally, an elaborate rock wall with foliage and a fountain housed a staircase that took Horsley down to (again, you gotta love the '80s!) a sizeable private gym, complete with two glass-enclosed showers, and a closet/changing area.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxNhM_IBe2clbbEL9g7P4a5igs4zgdyDQ5-EHFRtSD8nz8D3fE0jA8QRy5W7sZT1hIjMzyl96nHsm3I47tHUjgGJK8lxX5yzoIQw_8m-CmtgNzNrYUWtTAIAfr7BCNV78PdsxFiUKvdQ/s1600/MH02c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxNhM_IBe2clbbEL9g7P4a5igs4zgdyDQ5-EHFRtSD8nz8D3fE0jA8QRy5W7sZT1hIjMzyl96nHsm3I47tHUjgGJK8lxX5yzoIQw_8m-CmtgNzNrYUWtTAIAfr7BCNV78PdsxFiUKvdQ/s320/MH02c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As seen above, the showers had completely clear glass doors which meant that anyone in the gym could see through perfectly. (Only a perv like me would pick up on this.) However, in one episode that had Hensley relaying information to Horsley (how odd that their last names are so similar!), there was allofasudden a frost on the glass which made the shower door opaque from the collarbone down! Boo!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDzc00ak85vNIFr6g0A1Rfr7QHt9zafWOvwkwWn0e9NZm7p-q3porPuWxFZLOrPHK1ZvM4fvsc1nMc-7P6ygXPAa2uD3cRSNBN5kOX8d4Ae7syVDw3fE59RHgV64XYUETidUf13aOkdgQ/s1600/MH02d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDzc00ak85vNIFr6g0A1Rfr7QHt9zafWOvwkwWn0e9NZm7p-q3porPuWxFZLOrPHK1ZvM4fvsc1nMc-7P6ygXPAa2uD3cRSNBN5kOX8d4Ae7syVDw3fE59RHgV64XYUETidUf13aOkdgQ/s320/MH02d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisywrxbrWWj_7xTT17U5yFjKF16Z4FF9_hyphenhyphenJCJgHLml2g0jw7wjRirR9aBICxjUPXJGk20mg3rBCMVipvF4pcB1vvOOlO2ElCpa9DDHM-znWKIdkvihA5yjBLbvyv9x5Y-AMc4K3XU0Ag/s1600/MH00d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisywrxbrWWj_7xTT17U5yFjKF16Z4FF9_hyphenhyphenJCJgHLml2g0jw7wjRirR9aBICxjUPXJGk20mg3rBCMVipvF4pcB1vvOOlO2ElCpa9DDHM-znWKIdkvihA5yjBLbvyv9x5Y-AMc4K3XU0Ag/s320/MH00d.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Other cast members included a handsome Italian police detective played by John Aprea, who would either assist Horsley or accept assistance from him during the investigations. Penny Santon (over)played his mama mia restaurant proprietress, meaning that once per episode, someone was likely going to be eating at her establishment. This sort of set-up hamstrung the storytelling somewhat since a scene always had to be scripted that would include her, even if only for a walk-on.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiPhkSSOa3pJBGgxsK-RPhSzJDOB7g1IkFfvqNiZVuFyg_gTmE7yM0TlhFzxfqVpoSuttkq_hLjIloOQdRP7e7Rv1sQZPBkhxmVjQKRfjqjOKh4DcuGS0ApCSefSjzn-xX67L24TmXejU/s1600/MH10d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiPhkSSOa3pJBGgxsK-RPhSzJDOB7g1IkFfvqNiZVuFyg_gTmE7yM0TlhFzxfqVpoSuttkq_hLjIloOQdRP7e7Rv1sQZPBkhxmVjQKRfjqjOKh4DcuGS0ApCSefSjzn-xX67L24TmXejU/s200/MH10d.jpg" width="176" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">One regular, who was actually billed as a guest star, was George Wyner as Horsley's put-upon accountant/financial advisor who was forever jumbling papers and chasing after Horsley for either his okay or his signature on something. Wyner had appeared in nearly all of the Nero Wolfe episodes with Horsley and was likely hired based on their previous familiarity with one another. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnTJz-E0cPkHHwMwEVABIMKaAhQpsMjDU5wQrwkpXCwjyNd2xjPnnhGmxOwxlM4GpZGCN_rMT_5hJm84eu0gvTsPk-V_iMuZVMWe1Y0pU9da_I4jYM3tu7Krlr0fLEFnnQPR9W50tHEMY/s1600/MH01c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnTJz-E0cPkHHwMwEVABIMKaAhQpsMjDU5wQrwkpXCwjyNd2xjPnnhGmxOwxlM4GpZGCN_rMT_5hJm84eu0gvTsPk-V_iMuZVMWe1Y0pU9da_I4jYM3tu7Krlr0fLEFnnQPR9W50tHEMY/s320/MH01c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As was the case for many Spelling productions, the costuming was handled by Nolan Miller, famous for all those elaborate and sometimes over-the-top <i>Dynasty</i> creations. Here, we see two ladies from the <i>Matt Houston </i>pilot, Jill St. John and Barbara Carrera, in examples of some of the era's get-ups. Elegant, sleek Carrera always seemed to pull off these dramatic, potentially overwhelming outfits the way some lesser mortals could not.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTwPazKjGrBPci4mTSCqt_dbCkQ9KZwVHktPdxHxqVHOA4JWtrADtr04NCiusd7fCvsUcnjuiY0nlo_JinRD5zNvyxCt8xP3HV3kOLCIoCZSQBeiBV4BYCfzJVnwSa5cdAkLBs7tlXbk/s1600/MH04b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTwPazKjGrBPci4mTSCqt_dbCkQ9KZwVHktPdxHxqVHOA4JWtrADtr04NCiusd7fCvsUcnjuiY0nlo_JinRD5zNvyxCt8xP3HV3kOLCIoCZSQBeiBV4BYCfzJVnwSa5cdAkLBs7tlXbk/s320/MH04b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">From the beginning of the series, episodes centered on a killing or an attempted killing, drawing together a collection of performers that was sometimes mind-boggling. Just as <i>The Love Boat</i>, <i>Fantasy Island</i> and, later, <i>Hotel</i> would resurrect once-popular stars who were now past their best “sell-by” date, <i>Matt Houston</i> employed a large selection of Aaron Spelling's pals from Tinseltown as the victims and the suspects. (Visible here are Forrest Tucker in the middle and Scott Brady on the right.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtYKREQiaEebqUQHqmcytwR8l1onoAt4HHJABACk_VyQguW2sGbeThr5HQkaDODo8uI6bhim5m5E7Xrh5YUlID6_MtDQ2M4SDzKncrAhNIZiJ6u2oOakxnL2j2DHI2u78aMZ1-xvTZ94/s1600/MH01j.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtYKREQiaEebqUQHqmcytwR8l1onoAt4HHJABACk_VyQguW2sGbeThr5HQkaDODo8uI6bhim5m5E7Xrh5YUlID6_MtDQ2M4SDzKncrAhNIZiJ6u2oOakxnL2j2DHI2u78aMZ1-xvTZ94/s320/MH01j.JPG" width="269" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In this respect, the show was similar to one of Spelling's early hits <i>Burke's Law</i> (1963-1966), which starred Gene Barry as the wealthy chief of Los Angeles detectives, riding around in a Rolls Royce and interviewing an assortment of glamorous suspects. (As an example, that show once featured Mary Astor, Zsa Zsa Gabor, John Saxon, Lizabeth Scott and Paul Lynde all within ONE single episode! The mind reels! Another one had Arlene Dahl, Sammy Davis Jr, Diana Dors, John Ireland, Burgess Meredith, Suzy Parker and Jan Sterling in it! Reruns, please!!!) Shown here is Barry with guest Jayne Mansfield (and in the inset, his hunky assistant, Mr. Gary Conway!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnEH0qvkWGqVR6Ua-dANccMIL6WuEMoUQG3yhf4wKE__v1PfibVouarDHv6j8f1HFyDJDkDbMEkrmliJ7OoSgI8kkS5BqDhUQJBxGt_-xucZDT21hGTtVBTjR-ivCU91aEpumb48oCIpI/s1600/MH04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnEH0qvkWGqVR6Ua-dANccMIL6WuEMoUQG3yhf4wKE__v1PfibVouarDHv6j8f1HFyDJDkDbMEkrmliJ7OoSgI8kkS5BqDhUQJBxGt_-xucZDT21hGTtVBTjR-ivCU91aEpumb48oCIpI/s200/MH04.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">While Houston wasn't nearly as star-laden as <i>Burke's Law</i>, the actor combinations were no less amusing. Where else do you think you were going to see Troy Donahue and David Cassidy enacting a scene together? How about Vic Tayback and Britt Ekland? (Seen here.) Werner Kleperer leaving behind four ex-wives: Janis Paige, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Patricia Crowley and Barbi Benton?! Debonair Cesar Romero (below) guest-starred in one episode (with his name misspelled as “Caesar” in the credits!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ZZb4oU20_GJEbo1prninViKOMmn41K7ONGSXOi0LZ02XQFMjfqtIUMVKHw5_WMWtimtTbgBwo0L1QIfpis-hXdmXR7PYzIMV27Y0lKRKsfNJgDnCLqDk006no_Ol6-KwhpIJsdxlo4M/s1600/MH04c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ZZb4oU20_GJEbo1prninViKOMmn41K7ONGSXOi0LZ02XQFMjfqtIUMVKHw5_WMWtimtTbgBwo0L1QIfpis-hXdmXR7PYzIMV27Y0lKRKsfNJgDnCLqDk006no_Ol6-KwhpIJsdxlo4M/s320/MH04c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Mamas and the Papas vocalist-turned-actress Michelle Phillips turned up (with uncharacteristically brown hair.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHD5KikwHZkdiRiJK9npwNptB0W2LYGJ59kS5bXmH5GWPt5v9g0FH9jhu1tI8RPKobnbaI2V-hVUIWtb3h0HRy9oAs4IZxRRJSSxfI80ZKZcEklxDW_zNeCaJ77cjVYDcx7R3wIHimz3Q/s1600/MH05c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHD5KikwHZkdiRiJK9npwNptB0W2LYGJ59kS5bXmH5GWPt5v9g0FH9jhu1tI8RPKobnbaI2V-hVUIWtb3h0HRy9oAs4IZxRRJSSxfI80ZKZcEklxDW_zNeCaJ77cjVYDcx7R3wIHimz3Q/s320/MH05c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6x7GOnWxrsIS_GHhYpOffVau43gZTw9dOHB9tD9n1DHnNNxeMsWGpjDuGyB_MZqYWS79rjQHxii6iaL1R48piJjNnXeXX-E553n32U_SSEFyxZlnBbzyo3qCiGgXgebsfwwdgCMhP-J0/s1600/MH07e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6x7GOnWxrsIS_GHhYpOffVau43gZTw9dOHB9tD9n1DHnNNxeMsWGpjDuGyB_MZqYWS79rjQHxii6iaL1R48piJjNnXeXX-E553n32U_SSEFyxZlnBbzyo3qCiGgXgebsfwwdgCMhP-J0/s320/MH07e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Spelling's good luck charm Heather Locklear also somehow found time to appear as a guest even though she was already part of the cast of <i>Dynasty</i> and was costarring on <i>T.J. Hooker</i> as well! Later, she would help save his prime-time soap <i>Melrose Place</i> from oblivion from 1993-1999 by becoming one of its key vixens after a dismal first season.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga4vmZCfiJ3p9vGFJ9O5ouwQTvkHyq-6ATR4xzeI3hwn8RpgOSSRaCMBWyyFGWLSDSm7Tvm1v7eSCxgB6y1tHdUN8POnpxqss7M3AcBaaH-v6ZsWhOXHkwGCOmrj1XJ6nGvS6zOSbGe9k/s1600/MH02g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga4vmZCfiJ3p9vGFJ9O5ouwQTvkHyq-6ATR4xzeI3hwn8RpgOSSRaCMBWyyFGWLSDSm7Tvm1v7eSCxgB6y1tHdUN8POnpxqss7M3AcBaaH-v6ZsWhOXHkwGCOmrj1XJ6nGvS6zOSbGe9k/s200/MH02g.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>For someone like me who loved seeing the parades of stars on Spelling's aforementioned series and (the non-Spelling show) <i>Murder, She Wrote</i>, this first season of <i>Matt Houston</i> is camp heaven! There was a tendency to unearth a star who'd been off the radar for a time to play the murder victim, such as the aforementioned Troy Donahue, Brett Halsey (seen here in brownface with a luscious Stella Stevens!) or Miss Diane McBain (whose on-screen love interest was Dennis Cole.) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Any given episode contained at least four or five familiar faces. (A selection below-not all from the same episode-includes: Hope Lange, Sid Casear, David Hedison, Dorothy Malone, Anne Jeffreys, Robert Goulet and George Chakiris.) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7djPtNM3b3Dl4iPaStVU7Ppa6FzpEFRfcuQeAU2M6T1uJKaGLoTFtOiTBhz_Chf23aaUrhz9uEB3VVqRnL-Jqox1k5Dk_r6-H9O9c_lsaN2aObi6hi7P0jvYrnXL5Nd-loJ5YFPMuWlg/s1600/MH05b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7djPtNM3b3Dl4iPaStVU7Ppa6FzpEFRfcuQeAU2M6T1uJKaGLoTFtOiTBhz_Chf23aaUrhz9uEB3VVqRnL-Jqox1k5Dk_r6-H9O9c_lsaN2aObi6hi7P0jvYrnXL5Nd-loJ5YFPMuWlg/s320/MH05b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Here, we see Jayne Meadows and Don Defore, Natalie Schaefer, Bo Hopkins, Donahue and Cassidy, Jessica Walter and Norman Fell. These are but a few of the stars who showed up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhaixTrr2XaM3KGHgfPdULflUC1d2qeMNp43-AL9z7_jD0L-gAdoPhrgqKVqB7p04679DDES3bRwKDQSLg26SOWfWTl43D6xELDeIGd48Pro4Aq0erC-stIgiNVKW99Ov3VLc7OfBeB8/s1600/MH07d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhaixTrr2XaM3KGHgfPdULflUC1d2qeMNp43-AL9z7_jD0L-gAdoPhrgqKVqB7p04679DDES3bRwKDQSLg26SOWfWTl43D6xELDeIGd48Pro4Aq0erC-stIgiNVKW99Ov3VLc7OfBeB8/s320/MH07d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRa9Hl4dXoK095MFhw7Q4laDmoVsZKoLaGHpUDIphyphenhyphenGAHKtsE-12Txr79z5FwJv3YQSBzXQ8wc56wqltweL04UUNDCkAecqEHjSCNYTbDWh0fBZyKER-xq7ouCrkddEKr45oThSad_USg/s1600/MH000b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRa9Hl4dXoK095MFhw7Q4laDmoVsZKoLaGHpUDIphyphenhyphenGAHKtsE-12Txr79z5FwJv3YQSBzXQ8wc56wqltweL04UUNDCkAecqEHjSCNYTbDWh0fBZyKER-xq7ouCrkddEKr45oThSad_USg/s320/MH000b.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">No matter who the guest stars were, though, Horsley was the main attraction. Handsome as all get out, with thick, golden brown hair and a friendly drawl that more than a little recalled that of James Garner on <i>The Rockford Files</i> (1974-1980), he was never a tougher-than-tough macho man. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLi2lLCrDlXamxKvGlXU34E5cKxGfNmRQyC28gCf36GRajrv4LVe0ciCVbDreWm4gKi6FCxvHzaiu7874KVijBL5Mdje4fs7HnGHjjL2W73KVjmKKLbhj1u2GxQcK1ABPSKCh0C0N6ARM/s1600/MH08b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLi2lLCrDlXamxKvGlXU34E5cKxGfNmRQyC28gCf36GRajrv4LVe0ciCVbDreWm4gKi6FCxvHzaiu7874KVijBL5Mdje4fs7HnGHjjL2W73KVjmKKLbhj1u2GxQcK1ABPSKCh0C0N6ARM/s320/MH08b.JPG" width="231" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd0JUiyX6RX5JC1b6pE2V65-K5Vk7iQIWhmwFV510cI6MEy5yEmq2zhJTNT1Om5W1jF0bLhNPb0rBaVh137QoxWIcWRylgKAr3UCDxinXL46BpwCvm-H9QZJifQZMYeBjrGPUIQpseaHA/s1600/MH00a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd0JUiyX6RX5JC1b6pE2V65-K5Vk7iQIWhmwFV510cI6MEy5yEmq2zhJTNT1Om5W1jF0bLhNPb0rBaVh137QoxWIcWRylgKAr3UCDxinXL46BpwCvm-H9QZJifQZMYeBjrGPUIQpseaHA/s320/MH00a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Instead, he often could be found undercutting that approach by reacting bug-eyed at the things that were happening to him. He also would have trouble bursting down doors, found himself on the receiving end of some burly antagonists and even one tore the seat out of his slacks (revealing a flash of white bikini underwear) while scaling a fence during a chase!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfF6_K8LTZn7KdfQDn-w-gKI5snkxuY0WMCU-MI4nlfzBf2goQyzTC3lZYUnmEQNnKBToF4o3FQKJQpGCPjzgA9JNPjPsGWlG7XzbpmwV0kTOfVX3_WKB4bKR6bHx2DLFx3YX37lNeOLQ/s1600/MH11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfF6_K8LTZn7KdfQDn-w-gKI5snkxuY0WMCU-MI4nlfzBf2goQyzTC3lZYUnmEQNnKBToF4o3FQKJQpGCPjzgA9JNPjPsGWlG7XzbpmwV0kTOfVX3_WKB4bKR6bHx2DLFx3YX37lNeOLQ/s320/MH11.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyhv4D77oCmXGMNh-7vwgfyf5F4iOxc__21aGaRvtwWJ7_wC4VymZw9yZzwI1_GRVzPdlSW4Jhgko5IhoVTmiMZIx_Kf65DlXY6w2-a8r5mIqChu1X3rbNdqDzW0oH4MZnF5xN4mQRTE/s1600/MH10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyhv4D77oCmXGMNh-7vwgfyf5F4iOxc__21aGaRvtwWJ7_wC4VymZw9yZzwI1_GRVzPdlSW4Jhgko5IhoVTmiMZIx_Kf65DlXY6w2-a8r5mIqChu1X3rbNdqDzW0oH4MZnF5xN4mQRTE/s320/MH10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>He also didn't regularly pack a gun, though could be coerced into doing so if pushed to the limit (such as when Hensley was kidnapped by a deranged psychopath – played by Chuck Connors -- in an uncharacteristically downbeat season-one episode.) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHirsVhRL_UOgvR-rHci_19JMNlSVSgvCHjg0ExvC_Pzzle9c6pV1hyGeivZooZ65Ks3fPb8Leii_s8B0CqNyUUPYJkzPbN8eCDSmEvJeIUBJAbbCU3BjJfb-USsba0FKjrR5JwelZMqo/s1600/MH10e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHirsVhRL_UOgvR-rHci_19JMNlSVSgvCHjg0ExvC_Pzzle9c6pV1hyGeivZooZ65Ks3fPb8Leii_s8B0CqNyUUPYJkzPbN8eCDSmEvJeIUBJAbbCU3BjJfb-USsba0FKjrR5JwelZMqo/s320/MH10e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Best of all was when he shucked down to take a swim in some black Speedos or took a (implied) nude dip in the hot tub. During the pilot, he was caught one morning by Hensley and another employee as guest star Barbara Carrera was leaving his office. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KmIPxN34SMTuL-imE-AAzXD4jSLKaug5zL1ARN7uY-j51j1hhbhwZNhdnPjnkxW1HZ2hKjgG75xRnCXwM4kUKGos8rjC0whwglNvKQTm4dv0BEtGn6e4aLLltkUaeocTz77n_DNOcpc/s1600/MH02f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KmIPxN34SMTuL-imE-AAzXD4jSLKaug5zL1ARN7uY-j51j1hhbhwZNhdnPjnkxW1HZ2hKjgG75xRnCXwM4kUKGos8rjC0whwglNvKQTm4dv0BEtGn6e4aLLltkUaeocTz77n_DNOcpc/s320/MH02f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqa_kGcUAr1A3MoKaYZtIEL1_W3U3x2XKK5HnEd1GxpTTfixa_Eojy78MXD9Fzbq_RLMyqoteJcggLqmmprBPNdVzB9CPpka0lBY6IiksnnAiki4MqB1RTQdBpZbT4BqpspV-hYn3Nv8w/s1600/MH07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqa_kGcUAr1A3MoKaYZtIEL1_W3U3x2XKK5HnEd1GxpTTfixa_Eojy78MXD9Fzbq_RLMyqoteJcggLqmmprBPNdVzB9CPpka0lBY6IiksnnAiki4MqB1RTQdBpZbT4BqpspV-hYn3Nv8w/s320/MH07.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Clearly, the two had made love the night before and he was left naked in the tub with a bevy of female onlookers peering away. He used his hat to shield himself before giving up and submerging (even though it's clear to prying eyes like mine that he was wearing some flesh-toned briefs throughout.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX11aItgMbh18GS5uqecIEDYM9gxrJWgyFQdlXHNL0mWY1z6IHBhfD20T4hiUvqRy2vqHzottm6376J1bdF4bfBEM63vvoOV3tFjB6PI7Tgv2uRkLemG2Tm5SBsksCpm0jbfwPmdWUi-0/s1600/MH10f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX11aItgMbh18GS5uqecIEDYM9gxrJWgyFQdlXHNL0mWY1z6IHBhfD20T4hiUvqRy2vqHzottm6376J1bdF4bfBEM63vvoOV3tFjB6PI7Tgv2uRkLemG2Tm5SBsksCpm0jbfwPmdWUi-0/s320/MH10f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He and Hensley, while not a couple on or off the show, played their roles as if it was no big deal for her to be in the room with him “naked.” She was all business no matter what he was (or was not) wearing, though my prying eyes were able to detect that in this ostensibly nude scene, Mr. H. had on some white briefs.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHS3a_hU9qP3h9PBGuwVLqBjR8BndQqWk-JlJwZWtX78-enAPBm_dIxpZvwz7Y7nbP09ibbS8ll67ryMX2LKCXqvY9QUuN1G9_cDYXcK1uYl101_zJIeTsqhhRR_6Xodh_Lw70c_GiiA/s1600/MH02e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHS3a_hU9qP3h9PBGuwVLqBjR8BndQqWk-JlJwZWtX78-enAPBm_dIxpZvwz7Y7nbP09ibbS8ll67ryMX2LKCXqvY9QUuN1G9_cDYXcK1uYl101_zJIeTsqhhRR_6Xodh_Lw70c_GiiA/s320/MH02e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">By far the most horrifying hot tub moment came when the two grizzled cowboys Dennis Fimple and Paul Brinegar got in fully dressed and decided to make the whole thing into one large margarita! They poured in tequila, lime, salt, etc... and Horsley and Hensley even tried a sip!!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYui0H2fEbkt1S_Z0Rzjbhi0aLObRHV0F2dnouGOZ-RnFWjwKmC9udg-OTzkf80hJ8bjkXooPePHd5MI6R-t8bM3PEsZs6NVzIT_bYej3bi0zF1VhCS2UN5Cf1uOVc2abXk45GKvlgyJU/s1600/MH03c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYui0H2fEbkt1S_Z0Rzjbhi0aLObRHV0F2dnouGOZ-RnFWjwKmC9udg-OTzkf80hJ8bjkXooPePHd5MI6R-t8bM3PEsZs6NVzIT_bYej3bi0zF1VhCS2UN5Cf1uOVc2abXk45GKvlgyJU/s320/MH03c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">More entertaining were the workouts that Horsley and Apprea would take together. In their velour track suits, they'd discuss cases over a few weights or exercise machines. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCmQ590AwOu7YMWAZYiy9V8GYW4qwwhyPFWPlimmQ7qol3PbcSU8xdudFLztKryg26JClBH1MnQMVRC2iZFrUFiheScrgSq6ZjinDAEQ4iZE4p1IosccsMyWWgc9raxmE5Xlg5vXd804/s1600/MH06b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCmQ590AwOu7YMWAZYiy9V8GYW4qwwhyPFWPlimmQ7qol3PbcSU8xdudFLztKryg26JClBH1MnQMVRC2iZFrUFiheScrgSq6ZjinDAEQ4iZE4p1IosccsMyWWgc9raxmE5Xlg5vXd804/s320/MH06b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAs5-lLRfRnBeuCq1v0Dj9fVLL5PBB0g1wln8Qv_8VWfEfLvbH1_obYvA9Ys18yX6NHIrXH-FfSu4beOC1JRUcZh9WVm9Ez3wfN22_Mf_C3_MsYsiUSVnFhQ4hfvHF5y_6HxbPUt7E2rA/s1600/MH06d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAs5-lLRfRnBeuCq1v0Dj9fVLL5PBB0g1wln8Qv_8VWfEfLvbH1_obYvA9Ys18yX6NHIrXH-FfSu4beOC1JRUcZh9WVm9Ez3wfN22_Mf_C3_MsYsiUSVnFhQ4hfvHF5y_6HxbPUt7E2rA/s200/MH06d.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Then in one unforgettable episode, they took side-by-side showers in that glass-enclosed area I referred to earlier! True there was a divider of sorts (made more private by towel placement), but yowza!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVWxFC24fY8WvwUjFsLTDTJmx0k1UBONK_4LGZeziUUxXZB52gSE5_omqs3sf5l4WnNzyPDHmlo3UCkDeNviLXagDbb1WCAfNgOxs6VVeV-GdvXGoa7_lC9lG_Zyv4Bimqo6uyf5a8tYI/s1600/MH06c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVWxFC24fY8WvwUjFsLTDTJmx0k1UBONK_4LGZeziUUxXZB52gSE5_omqs3sf5l4WnNzyPDHmlo3UCkDeNviLXagDbb1WCAfNgOxs6VVeV-GdvXGoa7_lC9lG_Zyv4Bimqo6uyf5a8tYI/s320/MH06c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaVLDPp6qM0SRZxYCPPgVFxLtyYLnH3ejmg0GZ7xFiBZcaEdKc2ZM8v4VJPUz8IW4UisTOXNP-PIU-0u6GC9janSBhGk_2OjfVNVE-LQXsnKfAs5ZoiLvSkETJtBPAAM-6453lYuru0Uo/s1600/MH01h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaVLDPp6qM0SRZxYCPPgVFxLtyYLnH3ejmg0GZ7xFiBZcaEdKc2ZM8v4VJPUz8IW4UisTOXNP-PIU-0u6GC9janSBhGk_2OjfVNVE-LQXsnKfAs5ZoiLvSkETJtBPAAM-6453lYuru0Uo/s320/MH01h.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In real life, Horsley had married in 1980 (the couple is still together now, thirty-three years and two children later.) This may account for why so little of him ever appeared in gossip rags and the like. He seemed to be quite a stable, ordinary person. As Matt Houston, though, he was called upon to not only show off his physique at times, but also to occasionally be surrounded by a bevy of beauties such as in this shot from when he briefly went undercover as a football quarterback.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9yfMUJciWd-OrySlnwIbEQvRpewKZr7lxbn-EBXXYAsCB1WCPSUTdfJs4dEPSaZbEQqoD3VHr_yr9ORCj3GAeqNropkdLwi89rOBY8ogyTaP985rCJG-ORTrUyNhyplutR5yWtZWqLU/s1600/MH08a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9yfMUJciWd-OrySlnwIbEQvRpewKZr7lxbn-EBXXYAsCB1WCPSUTdfJs4dEPSaZbEQqoD3VHr_yr9ORCj3GAeqNropkdLwi89rOBY8ogyTaP985rCJG-ORTrUyNhyplutR5yWtZWqLU/s320/MH08a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">...or this one when seven Playboy Playmates showed up on the series. (Is it me or are a few of these rather, um, “flat” for centerfold models??)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4OpzLGl-Ga820F36DE6EpD8tVqfLsR0MUfc7iYC7fdFQoMI7zqz5t558hFOi6mMjTFahk_JmcL0gnefav0JMdNIGz396rs_AG2tQRXRk3E3wulq5hFK6FBAn4Qe-NnFKgsr_bSH74O5M/s1600/MH08g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4OpzLGl-Ga820F36DE6EpD8tVqfLsR0MUfc7iYC7fdFQoMI7zqz5t558hFOi6mMjTFahk_JmcL0gnefav0JMdNIGz396rs_AG2tQRXRk3E3wulq5hFK6FBAn4Qe-NnFKgsr_bSH74O5M/s320/MH08g.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The budget of the show, while moderate, sometimes showed some fraying around the edges. Take the aforementioned football episode. The fictional team, The California Bearcats, had a mascot that was inexplicably in the form of a tall brown bear! The costume couldn't possibly have been more cheap, cheesy or lame. In the climax, the killer dons the costume and tries to do in Horsley.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidc1a1KOxb-2chyphenhyphenmUttFngGmFiQJGEKFsR629iZgC-w6-pbKVDsb3yBP103Nt5Z7OFSQimCm0z0jmYudxQ6QN98ME_ZD3O-YOGT3GsXrE1e2d2f9FDSgHcS_U0H2WUUwhEHgT_kKlbyEo/s1600/MH10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidc1a1KOxb-2chyphenhyphenmUttFngGmFiQJGEKFsR629iZgC-w6-pbKVDsb3yBP103Nt5Z7OFSQimCm0z0jmYudxQ6QN98ME_ZD3O-YOGT3GsXrE1e2d2f9FDSgHcS_U0H2WUUwhEHgT_kKlbyEo/s320/MH10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQeazdPwn8z8sVuFr93STb9N8RBvjlot53vL8SJ1RSL7_C2QwTnoax22bDalPyUgwMw4Fb5FNy_AszTAr85Mz72gx8dsNa7gYDmy803BIbmMyOvLKVSmhWHG8RI7-1zgH_M0mQO9VoTA/s1600/MH10a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQeazdPwn8z8sVuFr93STb9N8RBvjlot53vL8SJ1RSL7_C2QwTnoax22bDalPyUgwMw4Fb5FNy_AszTAr85Mz72gx8dsNa7gYDmy803BIbmMyOvLKVSmhWHG8RI7-1zgH_M0mQO9VoTA/s200/MH10a.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Then just an episode or two later, Horsley is investigating a case on a (fictional) movie studio lot and winds up falling into a huge dumpster. Upon exiting, he comes upon the bear again (this time dressed up like Smokey the Bear) who is for reasons unknown walking down the street with a very unlikely ballerina! (Why did so many TV series with scenes on studio lots ALWAYS try to pepper the location with all sorts of idiotic costumed people when no one was making movies with anyone of the sort in them?!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bm1kSIwaOAoE-SmM50cadObKKDYE-813RrSMlbwIfVpN2eCssA_M0mlUVZaGZi08CTKyvRbpIcxk3DON-GcZRukJhrHbaPD6gI1nizN-RH490jkcZSnHsjCNMmIC3CeWXr3LLCDRPbA/s1600/MH06e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bm1kSIwaOAoE-SmM50cadObKKDYE-813RrSMlbwIfVpN2eCssA_M0mlUVZaGZi08CTKyvRbpIcxk3DON-GcZRukJhrHbaPD6gI1nizN-RH490jkcZSnHsjCNMmIC3CeWXr3LLCDRPbA/s200/MH06e.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There were many cheesy moments, including David Cassidy devising a preposterous life-size video game, but perhaps the nadir came when Horsley was slipped a drug and wound up encountering little green space men out in the desert!! (Aaron Spelling would later return to this bizarre scenario when it came time to wrap up <i>The Colbys</i>, 1985-1987.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMvk_IJmnbnNjjefqTyYDD_Hv0D2t9TxspSoDu69di9T6oaXtKLIrMtWTSa5HrkX-0tZEGX0V_-5jNbQIZcyEGfvN_1cXtmK5WZi1vwTizbUQiTT7bl0MvCmisHldyDEufpP7E9ejTgM/s1600/MH01e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMvk_IJmnbnNjjefqTyYDD_Hv0D2t9TxspSoDu69di9T6oaXtKLIrMtWTSa5HrkX-0tZEGX0V_-5jNbQIZcyEGfvN_1cXtmK5WZi1vwTizbUQiTT7bl0MvCmisHldyDEufpP7E9ejTgM/s320/MH01e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">At least Horsley had a truly distinctive and glamorous car to drive, though it always seemed to escape danger without a scratch while other characters' cars were often crashed and/or totaled! Oddly enough, the car used in the pilot (and subsequently in the opening credits) was not the same car used in the series. The pilot car was white and the series car was cream with tan detailing.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHlBwmTF4NchHYOd4pnXL6SGGSpoePX_zumutmJRYiw-QxibxDlLCX3HBGmXxDRQJFpkP73nIkUJ4d3STgRklc0C6HLNd69vEDvaRLFLWbBC9XQHlhc78fCx7naekyrBLu9tF4wGIqwmE/s1600/MH07c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHlBwmTF4NchHYOd4pnXL6SGGSpoePX_zumutmJRYiw-QxibxDlLCX3HBGmXxDRQJFpkP73nIkUJ4d3STgRklc0C6HLNd69vEDvaRLFLWbBC9XQHlhc78fCx7naekyrBLu9tF4wGIqwmE/s320/MH07c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As the first season drew to a close, a decided (and unwelcome) change in tone began to emerge. Where the show was once a breezy, deliberately campy murder mystery, it started to inject more serious violence and a far stronger feeling of menace. Where there had once been little or no blood, we now saw plenty. This made the inclusion of the bumpkin characters and Santon's Italian mama oddly incongruous and in fact the cowpokes were dropped before the year was out. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmwuBRCebIGSEke-SrlQZ7eqkqJHrFwbmPjrfHy3jaR9aNwEPPwIZ01wRqIznQ8oBjieNYmxJiNyPX7SC-t0gi0mQ6aJ7EUzXSyD64bHUiHraWVoVlOkvTvzpJzto_kx72fU1fZA8sGo/s1600/MH05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmwuBRCebIGSEke-SrlQZ7eqkqJHrFwbmPjrfHy3jaR9aNwEPPwIZ01wRqIznQ8oBjieNYmxJiNyPX7SC-t0gi0mQ6aJ7EUzXSyD64bHUiHraWVoVlOkvTvzpJzto_kx72fU1fZA8sGo/s320/MH05.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">When the show returned for season two (1983-1984), everyone but Horsley and Hensley was let go. Horsley, naturally, was still the star and Hensley was soon to be the wife of producer E. Duke Vincent, so clearly she wasn't going anywhere, though her obvious chemistry with Horsley and her own visual appeal made the decision to keep her an easy one. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2_JIFhoYfNEU4ldCOr9TRQAvuD0PVvj2b4mGpLM2IEGo7HbG52ARj0YR7xEKWnM_zN4LVXcMkgevSRsIu4A3if5f_4t2Zi7cNWY1NR8N-fu0bisiktkuI42tIarGIXWMUhP6R2h5gR-Q/s1600/MH07b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2_JIFhoYfNEU4ldCOr9TRQAvuD0PVvj2b4mGpLM2IEGo7HbG52ARj0YR7xEKWnM_zN4LVXcMkgevSRsIu4A3if5f_4t2Zi7cNWY1NR8N-fu0bisiktkuI42tIarGIXWMUhP6R2h5gR-Q/s320/MH07b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The appealing Aprea was dumped along with his mother. Wyner, who'd occasionally been replaced by John Moschitta Jr (the fast-talking Federal Express spokeperson, seen here!) due to his juggling of <i>Houston</i> and <i>Hill St. Blues</i>, was also out, but would return a half-dozen times in the future.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhkWsn_vLh5qyoqaWLrz0cajM0Iq9M6wvTTq-d80OsLE8ITgMbOTbkHoPLuVtODzmqbD4zdeOUH9jYrUGycir_ZZtf_3s0APyJQ9v-Uqa5WwfHsh2VM5nKzd6vKj2leXnmgbbEfCh3EQ/s1600/MH07g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhkWsn_vLh5qyoqaWLrz0cajM0Iq9M6wvTTq-d80OsLE8ITgMbOTbkHoPLuVtODzmqbD4zdeOUH9jYrUGycir_ZZtf_3s0APyJQ9v-Uqa5WwfHsh2VM5nKzd6vKj2leXnmgbbEfCh3EQ/s200/MH07g.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Now the more conventional detective series would focus more on the two leads and a new police detective associate played by Lincoln Kilpatrick. While, just like any other TV series, there might be an occasional guest star or two of note, it wasn't long at all before the camptastic guest casting fell to the side during this format change. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7P_LKFI3gHDffaqOZ7LkbNST8ab-FRcI-XE9ohEiZrQN51MHVUkqDjQ1DBJcA1Ddnq_apqwAJJXKG09GCh7ja3HT0PRFlQ0uBWH4BRFHGCneCJxotp1my1UsQ4aX4Uw7ZZptM_aWx6hc/s1600/MH08c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7P_LKFI3gHDffaqOZ7LkbNST8ab-FRcI-XE9ohEiZrQN51MHVUkqDjQ1DBJcA1Ddnq_apqwAJJXKG09GCh7ja3HT0PRFlQ0uBWH4BRFHGCneCJxotp1my1UsQ4aX4Uw7ZZptM_aWx6hc/s320/MH08c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As the third season rolled out (1984-1985), the decision was made to bring on Matt Houston's Uncle Roy, played by the seemingly ancient Buddy Ebsen! Ebsen's own successful detective series <i>Barnaby Jones</i> had run from 1973-1980 and along the way Mark Shera had been added in order to provide some youth appeal. No clue what the strategy was in bringing Ebsen to this show...! In any case, <i>Matt Houston</i> was cancelled and off the air by March of 1985.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ikr6F8LjzEnoR8xq00V8rLI341JR4CCVQ-6qS7RbDv0y82uP5WgdTXpd4OQM8-qsTQJ2AC5MAQkq7Vx98abKLMUyTYOhBEq-YWTm-BZ9qzGTC6vbclTWhKGWcTormYk-gYlv5sP8DuQ/s1600/MH11d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ikr6F8LjzEnoR8xq00V8rLI341JR4CCVQ-6qS7RbDv0y82uP5WgdTXpd4OQM8-qsTQJ2AC5MAQkq7Vx98abKLMUyTYOhBEq-YWTm-BZ9qzGTC6vbclTWhKGWcTormYk-gYlv5sP8DuQ/s200/MH11d.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Chief interest in the show for me is season one, as amply demonstrated above. I was always right in front of the set (still am!) any time a show came along that paired up a gaggle of unusual stars. Other short-lived shows that featured clumps of careworn celebrities were the infamous <i>Supertrain </i>(1979), cancelled after five episodes, <i>Aloha Paradise</i> (1981), which starred Debbie Reynolds, and <i>Finder of Lost Loves</i> (1984-1985), starring Anthony Franciosa. Then there was the update of <i>Burke's Law</i> (1994), which still starred Gene Barry, but this time with a son played by Peter Barton. Unsurprisingly, it couldn't gather an audience (I can't keep this stuff going alone, people!! Ha!) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYK9XBb1Huki1Z6DqkatapRmfNQg5pCrwla-X_WLvw1PGr5DDqCm5tBaTisZhIHsTpleffJ24mSJh1i47JpOxwNdeJzeIpAZ69BswGAGPoHiEsh2vyr-OEpNRcByPSUzbaV-Vkk1BHkco/s1600/MH11e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYK9XBb1Huki1Z6DqkatapRmfNQg5pCrwla-X_WLvw1PGr5DDqCm5tBaTisZhIHsTpleffJ24mSJh1i47JpOxwNdeJzeIpAZ69BswGAGPoHiEsh2vyr-OEpNRcByPSUzbaV-Vkk1BHkco/s320/MH11e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2hMHEcPwUzQD_ImCLeyXlD0M9TgKN69YW3edLFfaefMVpSZuU8D2VenNqVTGFyH2cfCGGDgVGJeROyo0HDUPpqM4EZnpTox6TKWXXmJBJd8e_yure3ll9T7ci8Im3k7bMkjDiBpHe-Q/s1600/MH09a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2hMHEcPwUzQD_ImCLeyXlD0M9TgKN69YW3edLFfaefMVpSZuU8D2VenNqVTGFyH2cfCGGDgVGJeROyo0HDUPpqM4EZnpTox6TKWXXmJBJd8e_yure3ll9T7ci8Im3k7bMkjDiBpHe-Q/s320/MH09a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">After <i>Matt Houston</i> left the air, Horsley kept busy in various TV movies and miniseries (which were incredibly popular at the time.) There was <i>Crossings</i> (1986) in which he costarred with Jane Seymour, Cheryl Ladd and Christopher Plummer.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Then there was <i>North and South, Book II</i>(1986), which paired with with luscious Lesley-Anne Down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA5mtgK_feptM8-A3fnLn-ARQpl3MAc8Rm8ejYiYArg86_ckuqNdzcKK7ldd_OVNO0vo_Ov93yFJyk4bsKaW1HWAVLOV7iUHv93sFYeKmuxIX7LlT_e1Z3MGx-DNIm5FEUP4DZ3ZOg8J8/s1600/MH07h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA5mtgK_feptM8-A3fnLn-ARQpl3MAc8Rm8ejYiYArg86_ckuqNdzcKK7ldd_OVNO0vo_Ov93yFJyk4bsKaW1HWAVLOV7iUHv93sFYeKmuxIX7LlT_e1Z3MGx-DNIm5FEUP4DZ3ZOg8J8/s320/MH07h.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">These projects afforded him the chance to meet up with even bigger stars than he'd rubbed shoulders with during <i>Matt Houston</i>. He's seen here with <i>North</i>'s James Stewart and <i>Crossings</i>' Joan Fontaine!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipWDW55hxyJASbJrGLCne_Tjx6sK-l7rQUcv5MOPwfId2YAcrB3X4AkQVjfOjoBC0RRB9v6YRPPX_rzrznLalISVRCwZrE_8378Qf-uqBgHSfR0_HXetKSk3apS9Mfg0wSwRKXOK9MkZc/s1600/MH09d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipWDW55hxyJASbJrGLCne_Tjx6sK-l7rQUcv5MOPwfId2YAcrB3X4AkQVjfOjoBC0RRB9v6YRPPX_rzrznLalISVRCwZrE_8378Qf-uqBgHSfR0_HXetKSk3apS9Mfg0wSwRKXOK9MkZc/s320/MH09d.JPG" width="250" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">From here, he proceeded to work in several more series including <i>Paradise</i> (later retitled <i>Guns of Paradise</i>,1988-1990), a western in which he was the uncle-turned-makeshift father to a group of kids.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdGLOcDzD_w7b59RDsGmYg_bfGQJ1DezzXmi94iGl6XCCTNpiTujRNp4hiKibCVdnugBYBljFWk5POR3faJ3XjdvcsRsBvK_3nCVSRZyx4CVKuSblGjSG1Y4sJTtpqHk91XhLkmzkEE54/s1600/MH08i.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdGLOcDzD_w7b59RDsGmYg_bfGQJ1DezzXmi94iGl6XCCTNpiTujRNp4hiKibCVdnugBYBljFWk5POR3faJ3XjdvcsRsBvK_3nCVSRZyx4CVKuSblGjSG1Y4sJTtpqHk91XhLkmzkEE54/s320/MH08i.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Then came the short-lived crime solving drama <i>Bodies of Evidence</i> (1992-1993), which placed him next to a then unknown actor who would soon become a worldwide sensation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitCMpmS0r1K0Zzz7k91Ppjik_4DnPAOOsVV9Htz_VGI65JZK3BdU9RoPgPGhnrwPSYOF3KeSLuiLW1-G3KUeqEJTnxE1R3u-yOjeDAtNHhWUqbXUrHXHRuxomv5an-oZRy7L5oy8JMBzI/s1600/MH09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitCMpmS0r1K0Zzz7k91Ppjik_4DnPAOOsVV9Htz_VGI65JZK3BdU9RoPgPGhnrwPSYOF3KeSLuiLW1-G3KUeqEJTnxE1R3u-yOjeDAtNHhWUqbXUrHXHRuxomv5an-oZRy7L5oy8JMBzI/s320/MH09.JPG" width="253" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Nobody was much interested in watching George Clooney back then, however...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuBhYzHcr2LHimUnNS68w8C8QJJrgjPVKXUpQR7pteu4tWA3De2JYchb13OfFuJ70UaD_g0vAbvmM-3Nlzhd5FhYn36_L0eRdaxOs0L1lOidsZh_zgEo8NNrw4o0_QlBkxFRYCshgOMko/s1600/MH09c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuBhYzHcr2LHimUnNS68w8C8QJJrgjPVKXUpQR7pteu4tWA3De2JYchb13OfFuJ70UaD_g0vAbvmM-3Nlzhd5FhYn36_L0eRdaxOs0L1lOidsZh_zgEo8NNrw4o0_QlBkxFRYCshgOMko/s320/MH09c.JPG" width="253" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHGuqIwpoPbDRZTNjq59IhfAkiQ9ZmhMWRlhb1Xzx_tojnGdSj5ljnOvkKXgYTI2N0iiQhSnDiuB__9wc7JfAa_C5laca2IVBYJZTxZOq21TDzQzFZVC8Ics7c4mn2NTKraYTz1diP_U/s1600/MH08h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHGuqIwpoPbDRZTNjq59IhfAkiQ9ZmhMWRlhb1Xzx_tojnGdSj5ljnOvkKXgYTI2N0iiQhSnDiuB__9wc7JfAa_C5laca2IVBYJZTxZOq21TDzQzFZVC8Ics7c4mn2NTKraYTz1diP_U/s320/MH08h.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In 1994, he and Lynda Carter starred in a syndicated show called <i>Hawkeye</i>, based on the then-hot character from <b>Last of the Mohicans</b> (1992), though Horsley was no Daniel Day Lewis! That series ended after one season.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ9-VbplXaj-rsqAItfrbOYBN6IrCiSSfJM2muGKV5H7cSSt-F2S9qhiUzfw2Fw3c9GZwZrilyPqofWi5CeMyOsGt-SxuGb_iYuMUtRhettbT_DLqhA7AdLDI6q269gYNko_8ted5LnwQ/s1600/MH09b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ9-VbplXaj-rsqAItfrbOYBN6IrCiSSfJM2muGKV5H7cSSt-F2S9qhiUzfw2Fw3c9GZwZrilyPqofWi5CeMyOsGt-SxuGb_iYuMUtRhettbT_DLqhA7AdLDI6q269gYNko_8ted5LnwQ/s320/MH09b.JPG" width="262" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBN98acE_k6rwPNh8urQHaDZt2RVT5IQFN7D8t_bkbOzwKP-I8_BwwQ8Fz3NifkStasorIIY66tTLSpxW_oZ3skSrkagUsx6FQBoJuvYfgVyaynzl4PQBU9jw8H69Di2ZzitzBkLxlpag/s1600/MH00e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBN98acE_k6rwPNh8urQHaDZt2RVT5IQFN7D8t_bkbOzwKP-I8_BwwQ8Fz3NifkStasorIIY66tTLSpxW_oZ3skSrkagUsx6FQBoJuvYfgVyaynzl4PQBU9jw8H69Di2ZzitzBkLxlpag/s320/MH00e.JPG" width="247" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Things slowed down considerably after that, though he continued to work. He even had a small part in 2012's <b>Djanjo Unchained</b>. Today he is fifty-eight and continues his interests in ranching and even penning the occasional novel. (And, no, this isn't a recent photo!) Below are shots of him from more recent years.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFybqZkFzQgAvD40uTBHGuPOlOVkCNQqDyetY9EJf2m_DcoXUIivCWly0u-jymVo2580QejrNPrUFPFL0d9TI5WvfHGiI1hr6rfrPe554MOO8U9VmdyhivCicHAZMU6LK4x5mM5lpmUtY/s1600/MH12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFybqZkFzQgAvD40uTBHGuPOlOVkCNQqDyetY9EJf2m_DcoXUIivCWly0u-jymVo2580QejrNPrUFPFL0d9TI5WvfHGiI1hr6rfrPe554MOO8U9VmdyhivCicHAZMU6LK4x5mM5lpmUtY/s320/MH12.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQAVMY0m2GOlF_tACd2_yfIMk0OG4DbF5xNdQSfrT5XXdm-JDSyfx3px_TFNyx_kfTu6DxETJl3mgHsaY4klY8xA_YTdgU-b_kqgpRl8ucSY2G5uJ36hn6eVuVT49Z6_MxW8ygGUoxDY/s1600/MH11b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQAVMY0m2GOlF_tACd2_yfIMk0OG4DbF5xNdQSfrT5XXdm-JDSyfx3px_TFNyx_kfTu6DxETJl3mgHsaY4klY8xA_YTdgU-b_kqgpRl8ucSY2G5uJ36hn6eVuVT49Z6_MxW8ygGUoxDY/s320/MH11b.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Hensley has a tribute <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/12/clucking-over-hensley.html" target="_blank">here</a> in The Underworld already so I won't go on too much more about her. I can see how her overstated facial expressions and reactions on <i>Matt Houston</i> might annoy some folks, but to me she was always so pretty and so enthusiastic, not to mention engaging, that it doesn't bother me much at all. I thought she and Horsley were wonderful together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0EUgFAMONwAjgPqJXpJ6H1jXS0YImFDT7aSSzTHFxIMaz_sHHwGivLODBgQCW2xwr_acGTQ_nLJoE-2XLoRWzTWzPdJqqEb1ozQxWhpSwGGSVsANjVUejamqyp38gBPJrP0hyphenhyphenT7jbphI/s1600/MH10c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0EUgFAMONwAjgPqJXpJ6H1jXS0YImFDT7aSSzTHFxIMaz_sHHwGivLODBgQCW2xwr_acGTQ_nLJoE-2XLoRWzTWzPdJqqEb1ozQxWhpSwGGSVsANjVUejamqyp38gBPJrP0hyphenhyphenT7jbphI/s320/MH10c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJIrVdpjxyDkiDokq3ELx3Jsbpebr0IK_vjE5guwbMVFjyl5u39Iiw2W3_GW8mGnVSs8g3EPxSGBQBcYUCJC4AxMsclRMH7ImJJ2lkSputvjt00h8v2WmKbLcXdWShgoeM6lSmxUW-78/s1600/MH11c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJIrVdpjxyDkiDokq3ELx3Jsbpebr0IK_vjE5guwbMVFjyl5u39Iiw2W3_GW8mGnVSs8g3EPxSGBQBcYUCJC4AxMsclRMH7ImJJ2lkSputvjt00h8v2WmKbLcXdWShgoeM6lSmxUW-78/s320/MH11c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Despite his being unfairly kicked to the curb, Aprea (who'd been working in movies since the late-'60s from <b>Bullit</b>, 1968, to <b>The Godfather: Part II</b>, 1974) went on to a long, busy career. He guested on countless TV shows and worked semi-regularly on both <i>Falcon Crest</i> and <i>Knots Landing </i>along with a three-year stint on <i>Another World</i>. Today a very handsome silver daddy at seventy-two, he is as busy as ever in TV and independent film projects. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTKQZu7GxIjgiBPFIMxnQExxGgp2yfBVcsGRN3R4nX18YBtKJLE7BOZtG045tO36BOGAZwCtwSURj4hoFZ90Lk67w9dkIVBKrYEzZTFwR9t9bs8xnKt_JHAvG4Dok_VCv3E8XkQ1NiOGU/s1600/MH03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTKQZu7GxIjgiBPFIMxnQExxGgp2yfBVcsGRN3R4nX18YBtKJLE7BOZtG045tO36BOGAZwCtwSURj4hoFZ90Lk67w9dkIVBKrYEzZTFwR9t9bs8xnKt_JHAvG4Dok_VCv3E8XkQ1NiOGU/s320/MH03.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXi9RvqN72571k5gMQgTSD-j83PTeL5Gj0lCgl6YFVMs1VqKOnoeuslN9z4NhrIAicbmwmIe8hPBhQl_mRZV7R5dxi_uUzFK9ssJN08r4Z97cA1AIUqq75YUWUhQR2boKg6GX2MuZphxw/s1600/MH01f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXi9RvqN72571k5gMQgTSD-j83PTeL5Gj0lCgl6YFVMs1VqKOnoeuslN9z4NhrIAicbmwmIe8hPBhQl_mRZV7R5dxi_uUzFK9ssJN08r4Z97cA1AIUqq75YUWUhQR2boKg6GX2MuZphxw/s320/MH01f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Both Fimple and Brinegar continued their long careers as character performers pretty much right up until their deaths. Fimple, the younger of the two, died in 2002 at age sixty-one, while Brinegar had passed away in 1995 at age seventy-seven. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Santon, who'd been on TV since the early-1950s died in 1999 at age eighty-two and had also worked until just a couple of years prior to that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3Of67uJhyMroBIJAMO-vSAq9VtOKy0nBhN-tqqNZDHMaZs1ULIrPJG6MyqjDCzEGYOTffAOCcR7tVEU3nzUyU1DNt-oNpeVusNqrhE3mtSY4RbUV38mBQyLGopUfleh1lBHWhEvdKxU/s1600/MH03b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3Of67uJhyMroBIJAMO-vSAq9VtOKy0nBhN-tqqNZDHMaZs1ULIrPJG6MyqjDCzEGYOTffAOCcR7tVEU3nzUyU1DNt-oNpeVusNqrhE3mtSY4RbUV38mBQyLGopUfleh1lBHWhEvdKxU/s320/MH03b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPzvSqazS7vUeakBxZlgT9ghZWvi1Jet4Ku-X9vo6nIUVp-93xHZq5qa5dKGQqZhAB-IAOqvSNWv7HUkqJAGNCczH069PYgXJPUhJTAqkDlFQ-vkPYIfBggtBWeGBRcN4c4zklMJKHc0g/s1600/MH00f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPzvSqazS7vUeakBxZlgT9ghZWvi1Jet4Ku-X9vo6nIUVp-93xHZq5qa5dKGQqZhAB-IAOqvSNWv7HUkqJAGNCczH069PYgXJPUhJTAqkDlFQ-vkPYIfBggtBWeGBRcN4c4zklMJKHc0g/s320/MH00f.JPG" width="243" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">No one is going to receive a wealth of knowledge watching <i>Matt Houston</i>. It's pure escapism and feather-light entertainment. However, if you are like me and enjoy seeing a lot of actors getting the chance to keep their benefits current and their SAG dues paid up, it's worth a look! Even so, one can't go wrong admiring the amiable, handsome Horsley for the better part of an hour either! (I came very close to naming this post “Wanna Ride a Horsley?”)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0tQ60AC-4mNOnzvD7tizqM8ZA7Itm-BZlGBUj3GEHsyBE2Cw7EaE13t3IXGA1_t-lzNkXosYF92hFKqitqAziBpseVn8Jh99nUq0ng1PJr5qVhj9HSStvoJMRoDzRqPr-1lIKz0sRcs/s1600/MH12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0tQ60AC-4mNOnzvD7tizqM8ZA7Itm-BZlGBUj3GEHsyBE2Cw7EaE13t3IXGA1_t-lzNkXosYF92hFKqitqAziBpseVn8Jh99nUq0ng1PJr5qVhj9HSStvoJMRoDzRqPr-1lIKz0sRcs/s320/MH12.jpg" width="247" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-60855883961814607642014-01-01T15:42:00.000-08:002014-02-11T00:27:11.580-08:00Wishing You All a (Slap-)Happy New Year!A few of my favorite movie slaps to start you facing off in 2014 in the right direction!<br /><br /><b>The Opposite Sex</b> (1956)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtcQeFWTvvYUUfSYGa32bxhYxnU2DrYLBiaatZV8x9gx7x1PDcrpraMLY2yOdZtCgBqGgkwSLvYCtFqrm7MYNvnTxambeZk0SBpU2ks_D0-oNGmjdWayRIMu9aCi4P1Y-NiQN_4URkSzY/s1600/Slap01c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtcQeFWTvvYUUfSYGa32bxhYxnU2DrYLBiaatZV8x9gx7x1PDcrpraMLY2yOdZtCgBqGgkwSLvYCtFqrm7MYNvnTxambeZk0SBpU2ks_D0-oNGmjdWayRIMu9aCi4P1Y-NiQN_4URkSzY/s320/Slap01c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>The Birds</b> (1963)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGTmwXjzk8g0QuWaMcOUYsDfcj2IY9bZhh8vGvta3KMcdsdShTF2V3zF0KVINVI7fjN6XBjSxZWx77NjBpiHBE1l5kjRQh4G5he3VtjA-L9oOYq3QxBJKMk3PCPp1B_wMvQT5dutTuRUs/s1600/Slap02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGTmwXjzk8g0QuWaMcOUYsDfcj2IY9bZhh8vGvta3KMcdsdShTF2V3zF0KVINVI7fjN6XBjSxZWx77NjBpiHBE1l5kjRQh4G5he3VtjA-L9oOYq3QxBJKMk3PCPp1B_wMvQT5dutTuRUs/s320/Slap02.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdSKkNTZ5xqFVYgzw6qOcRgKazpb5gKu3qgYST2PolUv7cYpDG-yOK3m1wKGPgZS8DqNqS21aokRRmf3qNosYzAlIFVb2jxCS7vEMfoHCPLShdvdtF7hevaHJX10uoCydDa-Aj9f2NEY/s1600/Slap02b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdSKkNTZ5xqFVYgzw6qOcRgKazpb5gKu3qgYST2PolUv7cYpDG-yOK3m1wKGPgZS8DqNqS21aokRRmf3qNosYzAlIFVb2jxCS7vEMfoHCPLShdvdtF7hevaHJX10uoCydDa-Aj9f2NEY/s320/Slap02b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJrEi0ggdM_RlqCQwirq0219wmLq2DHxBC3pFli-Mp46ybaEbp0Y2gQtOVD3Tj7x9qVkp2D5B8CZujnwui3QciVTWOqR6JJpRSRajiJ35cpFioPQlVioXSA2XMolK7gJfO241XYSniRwc/s1600/Slap02c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUxSWjivMVJrNVf9wKBcZVM6ITiojLCdXa367hNWUFZ5XD-0Crsck-vCuguLDgUMQYyUzuGwEDMz4F1PnUUwzgbBOH0Kn1nRMkpX-xA82UhVHfZufW6-c1U2p8vESPC6CNZu9fMZbtEg/s1600/King00b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUxSWjivMVJrNVf9wKBcZVM6ITiojLCdXa367hNWUFZ5XD-0Crsck-vCuguLDgUMQYyUzuGwEDMz4F1PnUUwzgbBOH0Kn1nRMkpX-xA82UhVHfZufW6-c1U2p8vESPC6CNZu9fMZbtEg/s200/King00b.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Along about Thanksgiving time this past year, one of my faithful friends in The Underworld expressed to me his love for The King Family Singers and their holiday specials. I had only the fuzziest idea who they were and had only seen occasional glimpses of them over the years. Well, Christmas Eve, after having endured my own personal family gathering, I decided to take a look at The Kings and ever since I've been OBSESSED with them!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH7vAFfhujo0xXDtUScToYO_4v16RHd5xEbj51C1o-hazi-nU1_Hv9M1yaz3909tpk8J352_IGZSCIQkps2bpW3xcMBfhA2C0qEKtR45UXZPvkNC5syZF5bGYV1fSsx1K3KtU1TZMrbJM/s1600/King03d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH7vAFfhujo0xXDtUScToYO_4v16RHd5xEbj51C1o-hazi-nU1_Hv9M1yaz3909tpk8J352_IGZSCIQkps2bpW3xcMBfhA2C0qEKtR45UXZPvkNC5syZF5bGYV1fSsx1K3KtU1TZMrbJM/s320/King03d.JPG" width="282" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJGfN3U4zV0ooADm_ZVgHvJfd136oMLVXp-PkOJx9J1XmtLYHzkfb-PLY3olCK-94bzwasHCrJ6j3gsInJlL8ubxYCn8Js3NrtGG5nV5vNtuuJUjdLrVgdfIyU4f9S7wgQV4FNRmtfeo/s1600/King03c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJGfN3U4zV0ooADm_ZVgHvJfd136oMLVXp-PkOJx9J1XmtLYHzkfb-PLY3olCK-94bzwasHCrJ6j3gsInJlL8ubxYCn8Js3NrtGG5nV5vNtuuJUjdLrVgdfIyU4f9S7wgQV4FNRmtfeo/s320/King03c.JPG" width="185" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The whole thing started in Pleasant Grove, Utah back in the 1930s. A Mormon music teacher named William Driggs found it hard to make ends meet on his salary, a situation made further pressing by the fact that he and his wife had eight children! He formed a family band, moved to California and they all successfully toured that part of the country. As his three eldest daughters (Maxine, Luise and Alyce) emerged as young ladies, they formed their own singing trio, taking their father's middle name of King and billing themselves as “The King Sisters” (rightly surmising that “The Driggs Sisters” didn't summon up the same sort of appeal.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqm1Cr4qTAAYPji9DCcEDp0bTbQGL3NvAGu94RgqK9aIzrJH7_UbtwyawBtwQ0A9OpSSw5oQ-JZrJjKCreALSjYE1RWylZkAqKkvUiEv-7wUkQjoNLn0UQwCgY07TCuHY69sTZ8BxjjKY/s1600/King01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqm1Cr4qTAAYPji9DCcEDp0bTbQGL3NvAGu94RgqK9aIzrJH7_UbtwyawBtwQ0A9OpSSw5oQ-JZrJjKCreALSjYE1RWylZkAqKkvUiEv-7wUkQjoNLn0UQwCgY07TCuHY69sTZ8BxjjKY/s320/King01.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The gals were successful performers on radio, in clubs and even recordings. In a couple of years, though, one (Maxine) married and left the trio, only to be replaced by two younger siblings, Donna and Yvonne. Before long, Donna departed the group and the youngest sister Marilyn took her place. At this point, the foursome was making significant inroads in the jazz music business, their four-part female harmonies unique to the genre. They enjoyed thirteen Top 30 hits during the early 1940s and even began to pop up in movies!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuloJfqOF8eKS6Br31Unpr0vrDFJy-atJq2PTdUcC77zIMwBb6I3Y1CVurlRq7FwzJat5AaXJ9lvopa2KQKcS1I18G455jJyfMGhSM2Rdv_JEQISbb4DGtNpjUUcDd4xE9FU1KM75Iqk/s1600/King01b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuloJfqOF8eKS6Br31Unpr0vrDFJy-atJq2PTdUcC77zIMwBb6I3Y1CVurlRq7FwzJat5AaXJ9lvopa2KQKcS1I18G455jJyfMGhSM2Rdv_JEQISbb4DGtNpjUUcDd4xE9FU1KM75Iqk/s320/King01b.jpg" width="281" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcDlvydGHp-ER_YLgIsyt7vT8IITRK44oegBXZVqLcIKh-MaXHqwKPQAzXVXZZwNHTI6-cWS_kRXzvV7pspgj9eiCrdtSwbT37D6poTSbxE2gxoI-vjg36lLLM96UbHfnbWMALcMYFD_E/s1600/King03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcDlvydGHp-ER_YLgIsyt7vT8IITRK44oegBXZVqLcIKh-MaXHqwKPQAzXVXZZwNHTI6-cWS_kRXzvV7pspgj9eiCrdtSwbT37D6poTSbxE2gxoI-vjg36lLLM96UbHfnbWMALcMYFD_E/s320/King03.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Their films included <b>Meet the People</b>(1944), with Dick Powell and Lucille Ball, <b>Thrill of a Romance</b>, with Van Johnson and Ester Williams and <b>Cuban Pete</b> (1946) with, oddly enough, Desi Arnaz, who was already married to Ball, though they were not in each other's movies. In this shot from <b>Pete</b>, you can already see the matching outfits and frou-frou clothing elements that would forever punctuate their on-stage lives.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8szOpOSB5OKP7aIQ9A3V98MFYwTgu4CWECaernHWISdeGeRq02LTAXSW83eg7XZOJe0HpWdySJLd2n72KMFGBVElkoyakQ4DfCzcFa5u3mlFf9QxbgN4zLxyFl34_1D8VFx5x87Jzg4/s1600/King03b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8szOpOSB5OKP7aIQ9A3V98MFYwTgu4CWECaernHWISdeGeRq02LTAXSW83eg7XZOJe0HpWdySJLd2n72KMFGBVElkoyakQ4DfCzcFa5u3mlFf9QxbgN4zLxyFl34_1D8VFx5x87Jzg4/s320/King03b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As the years wore on, The Four King Sisters (as they were now known) worked on their on local, Los Angeles based television show and continued to record albums. In 1957, they made a considerable departure from their previous sound and began to sing in lower keys with decidedly punctuated accents within the harmonies. The result was a newfound appreciation that even won them a Grammy nomination and occasional forays onto national television series.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1fg-rpbpo3_dUVTlCrnT8JRoRC2cBa5_siGhuGbq8fEl1D_ryYzCS9stVqLCzmOI3Y7apjoxoxB95B-9WXnKBmCgsUNCqoPoYpq01aADaY1FE9oys4WXsHhGhxU5E2ZTThchyRhgHXWw/s1600/King00e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1fg-rpbpo3_dUVTlCrnT8JRoRC2cBa5_siGhuGbq8fEl1D_ryYzCS9stVqLCzmOI3Y7apjoxoxB95B-9WXnKBmCgsUNCqoPoYpq01aADaY1FE9oys4WXsHhGhxU5E2ZTThchyRhgHXWw/s320/King00e.JPG" width="206" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">By now married and with children of their own, they often incorporated their youngsters into the performances they were giving, making it a family affair. Like themselves, the next generation of Kings were inherently musical and most learned how to sing without lessons and play instruments instinctively.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Their church was host to one big King Family spectacular, which was a roaring success, and it led to further engagements of that sort. Once, when Brigham Young University enlisted them to perform a massive benefit shindig, the show was taped and King sister Yvonne (“Vonnie”) used an edited version of the tape to pitch a series to ABC television. And it worked!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEr1QVPsNk26_OnW5yP1102uDcYVUpD-AfCvotQuDgsX587L3kECeEusTbxQYiUvz-QFxXfgCF1PZ3Uv0orRUKln7eCqrUkO4EmNHxjwgsxZWEuUbMT9iGmE6F0bv2yTFsH0E_Ic33aQ/s1600/King03e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEr1QVPsNk26_OnW5yP1102uDcYVUpD-AfCvotQuDgsX587L3kECeEusTbxQYiUvz-QFxXfgCF1PZ3Uv0orRUKln7eCqrUkO4EmNHxjwgsxZWEuUbMT9iGmE6F0bv2yTFsH0E_Ic33aQ/s320/King03e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">They “tried out” on the weekly variety show <i>Hollywood Palace</i> a couple of times (to tumultuous acclaim and viewer response) before winning their very own special and, ultimately, weekly series, <i>The King Family Show</i> (1965-1966.) Here, the Four King Sisters, decked to the nines in satin, chiffon, rhinestones and wiglets, were joined by their extended family, sometimes as many as forty people (!) during the course of the telecast.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCD2XPFDiLlpfA41AF22sPe4TtBlFA-hNcix-MJVjZ7Q5Ls9emlAB-UV9IZfwU3Zhk_CHBVthourHaIgy51A9HizNeq0Ev1pRDrK7fdfha90PEVzLt9WNo2KQmQM7S5QisMOufjPzRc4I/s1600/King06b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCD2XPFDiLlpfA41AF22sPe4TtBlFA-hNcix-MJVjZ7Q5Ls9emlAB-UV9IZfwU3Zhk_CHBVthourHaIgy51A9HizNeq0Ev1pRDrK7fdfha90PEVzLt9WNo2KQmQM7S5QisMOufjPzRc4I/s320/King06b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The younger generation had its own segment called Top 20, in which the gaggle of (mostly) blonde, wholesome youngsters would come out and take turns singing a variety of selections from that week's Top 20 Billboard magazine hits. After viewers fretted over not being able to sort out who was who amongst the multitude of King Cousins, the show's costume designer decided to emblazon each cousin's name across his or her sweater so that there would be no mistake as to who was who. And that designer's name? None other than Bob Mackie! There was even a third generation of Kings now, billed as The King Kiddies, and they would also make appearances on the show.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Anyone who is a regular here knows of my fondness for the hair, clothing and make-up of this period. The gals were blonde, bouffant and bubbling over with swoops and falls. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5BjVVMv9s2_wg-tgvGu14r4kGsgievLbB3fc1RKFHVZurV0gJ566m6YYu9fzD_n5_FSzPoBr3-dzXSy1LaowRCC88Q4jPb0uoKPDvguvarvQKR6q1vGwf2on52qba9B9R5HqV-BWESiY/s1600/King00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5BjVVMv9s2_wg-tgvGu14r4kGsgievLbB3fc1RKFHVZurV0gJ566m6YYu9fzD_n5_FSzPoBr3-dzXSy1LaowRCC88Q4jPb0uoKPDvguvarvQKR6q1vGwf2on52qba9B9R5HqV-BWESiY/s320/King00.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixmqlDiIu0uwYkwQAGxoT_Bhj_Yw_EOEq5Wvz_jOwqI1R7FipoNfaofGTEPIXlw_cEP8E_OdaGe2qpgcShlXO4KzelELau2u8sPcUQP1AtCgiMw7bdQjBZKMOB0AO8Thyphenhyphenj2Dga9XcOQeM/s1600/King01c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixmqlDiIu0uwYkwQAGxoT_Bhj_Yw_EOEq5Wvz_jOwqI1R7FipoNfaofGTEPIXlw_cEP8E_OdaGe2qpgcShlXO4KzelELau2u8sPcUQP1AtCgiMw7bdQjBZKMOB0AO8Thyphenhyphenj2Dga9XcOQeM/s320/King01c.JPG" width="249" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Though the series was eventually cancelled due to a change from one-hour to a half-hour and stiff network competition, that was not in any way the end of the King Family. They proceeded to offer up splendiferous specials, a dozen and a half of them sprinkled throughout the late-'60s and early-'70s, with color TV now providing some eye-popping sights.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkwd0qyX1TllvslhgNuERncBNjJLZenWgnEAnKaUA7B7QJ8qKqpyfK0TTuM1DoRc6banJ9bt9E8LXntOIKDizQWUrOUKdhy7pvZpwMoGVAN6cF0USOlWc2fgGDWtoZf6Z4emDjJ2xGBmM/s1600/King07b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkwd0qyX1TllvslhgNuERncBNjJLZenWgnEAnKaUA7B7QJ8qKqpyfK0TTuM1DoRc6banJ9bt9E8LXntOIKDizQWUrOUKdhy7pvZpwMoGVAN6cF0USOlWc2fgGDWtoZf6Z4emDjJ2xGBmM/s320/King07b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Specials included holidays such as Valentine's Day, Easter (shown here, with the sisters sporting their various distinct bonnets and their broods of children who amusingly sang their own number), Halloween and so on. They also, naturally, began to provide Christmas specials. (These specials were so prevalent that a popular joke at the time was to make mention of the fictional TV special “Groundhog Day with the Kings!”)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-0IXmJe7CGi1tfHsLML_FgpslcTS0tPT0UcRiVXtaG55y6Asz2ar4VpgD5l3ZGlTJJ8XJZrBSwmnCU-jmck_utCTrphhCLBUFKpdxnrtNUmSv_YULyaLZ5Y1AU8KV_NPjLvwZ-HaWJg/s1600/King00d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-0IXmJe7CGi1tfHsLML_FgpslcTS0tPT0UcRiVXtaG55y6Asz2ar4VpgD5l3ZGlTJJ8XJZrBSwmnCU-jmck_utCTrphhCLBUFKpdxnrtNUmSv_YULyaLZ5Y1AU8KV_NPjLvwZ-HaWJg/s320/King00d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KNlH-SjU3-mBi5JJoD33BL1LNNeILcnIsq8e600NpMWrvUloM4D3kaXpWkyQrcv3ZLng2PXqsgwPo8tBeziyOygwBFbM7hJ9mKiufhmNPaUZnE8iJH9Pdy8W6YpVe0_HPxPTTjoOzoo/s1600/King08b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KNlH-SjU3-mBi5JJoD33BL1LNNeILcnIsq8e600NpMWrvUloM4D3kaXpWkyQrcv3ZLng2PXqsgwPo8tBeziyOygwBFbM7hJ9mKiufhmNPaUZnE8iJH9Pdy8W6YpVe0_HPxPTTjoOzoo/s320/King08b.JPG" width="171" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This series of shots is from <i>The Kings in Washington D.C.</i> and a dozen of the King ladies singing “If They Could See Me Now” in front of The White House! Cars are ambling by without any discretion as the women form a kick line and strut their ever-blonde and bedecked selves! As the singers never forgot their Mormon roots, they would sometimes alter lyrics as when they replaced, “drinkin' fancy wine” with “eatin' chow so fine!” I can remember as a child seeing people from <i>The Lawrence Welk Show</i>and others doing that and it used to burn me up. Somehow I just chuckle at it now. In any case, the look, color and style of this frosted and tipped sister would have been to me in the early-'70s, THE last word in beauty! LOL</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgRgVRVGGzoNKSUgTGTj4l0TORO89rIGIGGaBn8UoHV5z662eEog_NIlDOFFM7632VjXONupKiLZfnJC5RmeRxZT84350xZFgflqQPtq1zGh11TPvZY4N406EfTOcOk13zkpWkaJS1lg/s1600/King09b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgRgVRVGGzoNKSUgTGTj4l0TORO89rIGIGGaBn8UoHV5z662eEog_NIlDOFFM7632VjXONupKiLZfnJC5RmeRxZT84350xZFgflqQPtq1zGh11TPvZY4N406EfTOcOk13zkpWkaJS1lg/s320/King09b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There would be inspirational songs, albeit often from musical theatre, such as when Alyce sang “Climb Ev'ry Mountain” while standing in a studio sprinkled with fake snow and evergreen trees while wearing a purple evening gown, pearls and a fur coat! “You'll Never Walk Alone,” naturally, meant that the family would be artfully arranged en masse to provide vocal back-up for the big finish. You can call it corny, cheesy, whatever you wish, but I live for stuff like this!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn89p_2bgMvjvftRak_GzYEHCa6ffK88xb2xhn_pNPZbINSM1pryuxSmRVJ3Ht0Tl08b7gCQVjulA7s2S0Qd027uZUEaLyeWaRQtMN-csyZS4Tiy3SQbfQwaavsbLl2dm9Q94L9hyBdYM/s1600/King01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn89p_2bgMvjvftRak_GzYEHCa6ffK88xb2xhn_pNPZbINSM1pryuxSmRVJ3Ht0Tl08b7gCQVjulA7s2S0Qd027uZUEaLyeWaRQtMN-csyZS4Tiy3SQbfQwaavsbLl2dm9Q94L9hyBdYM/s200/King01.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Their albums became (and still are) prized possessions, the covers featuring the whole gaggle of King Sisters, husbands, children, etc... All of the women were some shade of blonde, though there was one pesky brunette who was sometimes let out of her cage and permitted to breathe the same air as the rest of them! Knowing that you want to see the photos closer up - you do, don't you? - I am providing the album covers and then just the picture, cropped, which you can open in a new tab or window.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iC6y_aNC-Ku0ApeNFDsJghLyTd15yYLBGzJtz7DcdA0fjp59Vy0EnvACGNm7WWCrRo8yWukPcS4_0WJcPWlu6s2EpqFCLIHs6AMKcLdkOBgFKW7FXjs_PIichLmPKPU82DaBU4lNtlM/s1600/King01-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iC6y_aNC-Ku0ApeNFDsJghLyTd15yYLBGzJtz7DcdA0fjp59Vy0EnvACGNm7WWCrRo8yWukPcS4_0WJcPWlu6s2EpqFCLIHs6AMKcLdkOBgFKW7FXjs_PIichLmPKPU82DaBU4lNtlM/s320/King01-1.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6X-6WngpljjDGGFQjgSjPUO9zLyu-Yiy0whCh6EvH7gf3sbpqkddlhEAWvJQwNLRv9nUiQAFQV_6VTnmPTFK7WVc5fB8ee-9E0Nhn4fyHTpxzLd0ZtGXqfj-vm8HKaSTctl-sajCxLwQ/s1600/King01b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6X-6WngpljjDGGFQjgSjPUO9zLyu-Yiy0whCh6EvH7gf3sbpqkddlhEAWvJQwNLRv9nUiQAFQV_6VTnmPTFK7WVc5fB8ee-9E0Nhn4fyHTpxzLd0ZtGXqfj-vm8HKaSTctl-sajCxLwQ/s200/King01b.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This album is like the sort of royal world I would have killed to be a part of during my childhood of divorced parents and lower-middle class income. (Yet, don't be fooled... several of the King women went through divorces along the way. They weren't superhuman.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBhNA5j90IjIMROtWD1aaojdhupll_hVKmwmCWRPln2RkKyuSY71Fx3LKlVl_dTzGSyVNIvbsUX3rwp1HK-DKhXyUN4Xrv7YGmUM1xQNGDQP14uoNZ1oEmG9k-AJFqGl3sxXGrScY6Mws/s1600/King01b-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBhNA5j90IjIMROtWD1aaojdhupll_hVKmwmCWRPln2RkKyuSY71Fx3LKlVl_dTzGSyVNIvbsUX3rwp1HK-DKhXyUN4Xrv7YGmUM1xQNGDQP14uoNZ1oEmG9k-AJFqGl3sxXGrScY6Mws/s320/King01b-1.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVQUPwRm4CJjf-BTw6E5Sa7anMdDGPsBBzHtEyac3Lj1TEft_Eh74sY7tZpCCiBW9rrpcUt8mu3IbzvH5t68sbhPxCdhOI2yHNj6irJWBWBQCbHBURxtRJMIhrdj_O_ddJh4K6o7wIq8/s1600/King01d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVQUPwRm4CJjf-BTw6E5Sa7anMdDGPsBBzHtEyac3Lj1TEft_Eh74sY7tZpCCiBW9rrpcUt8mu3IbzvH5t68sbhPxCdhOI2yHNj6irJWBWBQCbHBURxtRJMIhrdj_O_ddJh4K6o7wIq8/s320/King01d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The ever-growing collection of Kings (none of who was ever actually born with the last name of King!) included Luise's husband Alvino Rey, a highly-accomplished guitarist, and Alyce's husband, Robert Clarke, who'd acted in movies and also produced some. However, it was the daughters of several of the sisters who began to carve out a name for themselves – the name being The Four King Cousins.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4DzsvKJijf_ruPT-H5F1T4ZDVAkrSxltMO7gZDkYwY3Uzkd3w47Il4zlBpjck6czrNkRARabXG6pxZzdl_Hh_4JuGgLJ75kcwvfoIwo6vhfeH-tMs_Dk7NxIsWpqpmXnoZ2MLG_njL4/s1600/King02b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4DzsvKJijf_ruPT-H5F1T4ZDVAkrSxltMO7gZDkYwY3Uzkd3w47Il4zlBpjck6czrNkRARabXG6pxZzdl_Hh_4JuGgLJ75kcwvfoIwo6vhfeH-tMs_Dk7NxIsWpqpmXnoZ2MLG_njL4/s200/King02b.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">From left to right, Tina, Cathy, Carolyn and Candy began recording their own four-part songs and winning appearances on TV. (Like the King Sisters, they'd begun with one line-up, an additional cousin, but ultimately emerged with another as the foursome shown here.) They eventually became the centerpiece of a revived, short-lived version of <i>The King Family Show</i> in 1969.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv9gXMa2i5rZ2khnFOFwR094SjYVajyyoHQ1CeQHgXkeoAOA5gQqWVa97TzfZUzz5WNJWfDae9bUUCHj2L0225fEXjGSUUmUm0QihmAh3R_UzdeP_jO736Zo4SKOM1X3v4-lE8XvM59MY/s1600/King02d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv9gXMa2i5rZ2khnFOFwR094SjYVajyyoHQ1CeQHgXkeoAOA5gQqWVa97TzfZUzz5WNJWfDae9bUUCHj2L0225fEXjGSUUmUm0QihmAh3R_UzdeP_jO736Zo4SKOM1X3v4-lE8XvM59MY/s320/King02d.JPG" width="192" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">These gals did songs that were popular at that time, versus the standards that the elder ladies tended to gravitate towards. They would sing songs like The Turtles' “So Happy Together,” Petula Clark's “I Couldn't Live Without Your Love” or Beatles' medleys. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">They would frequently change up their looks, nearly always blonde no matter what, from lengthy falls to bobbed hurricane-resistant coiffures.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjudpkiy0xbuBhnOTQ-DKn3A-qHRjucpw-whpoRBihIJuGG0T6nnbp0mz7LKhj5jPTFu6tsBP0kcjJ-4A3TTomHTRYBmeS_E81VQXtOFEoaoCjx0DCHifQ2e1bWHWSVNcBBNBenZjLhCXc/s1600/King02c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjudpkiy0xbuBhnOTQ-DKn3A-qHRjucpw-whpoRBihIJuGG0T6nnbp0mz7LKhj5jPTFu6tsBP0kcjJ-4A3TTomHTRYBmeS_E81VQXtOFEoaoCjx0DCHifQ2e1bWHWSVNcBBNBenZjLhCXc/s320/King02c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeCNyMSsZCmYt2UoJrR7hF99oHLIEJ9io1udlGKnbsMMYOooi43SG4f68Y5QayInt8m2HW3DBw1tJ7r-fF7zgIVSoOO_g0ty3WaUjL62BekINJ5_EeFxMV3OkuT1bMyiAN1NUKApENrMY/s1600/King09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeCNyMSsZCmYt2UoJrR7hF99oHLIEJ9io1udlGKnbsMMYOooi43SG4f68Y5QayInt8m2HW3DBw1tJ7r-fF7zgIVSoOO_g0ty3WaUjL62BekINJ5_EeFxMV3OkuT1bMyiAN1NUKApENrMY/s320/King09.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Whenever the two foursomes met up, the older gals would be dressed in glamorous, floor-length gowns with long sleeves and then the young'ns would bop out in the same style dresses, but short-sleeved or sleeveless and with hems above the knee. (In this series, sister Marilyn appears to have suffered a hair-teasing accident and has her arm in a sling! She and her diminutive sibling Vonnie would often poke fun at their considerable height difference.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiTbjatmA9TanerSqT6Eayo1n0EJB4CTwf7eWzzxLpvNO2aAhpska2z5533l6mPp5QPBKJLBQ8DLbr6is5-YofqnW7zXBRN67vB1dAKBKqOzXw79JeX-Sp_edNAfJUvvjVbUEwNbGd4o/s1600/King06.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiTbjatmA9TanerSqT6Eayo1n0EJB4CTwf7eWzzxLpvNO2aAhpska2z5533l6mPp5QPBKJLBQ8DLbr6is5-YofqnW7zXBRN67vB1dAKBKqOzXw79JeX-Sp_edNAfJUvvjVbUEwNbGd4o/s320/King06.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The statuesque Marilyn never shied away from elongating herself further with a huge pile of additional “hair.” Sometimes, she would adopt a Grecian goddess look and perform amongst pillars in a one-shouldered gown and her hair pointing the way to heaven. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Whichever one of them in whatever combination, I am now utterly obsessed with them. The colors, the styles, the glitz, the music, the MASCARA!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheMlU9175Fk0y1RqsOrgkxgGO5hxLh_gCryaPK4c3YBl-1kwCsOm-DssqGJ_xh-E2xH3h3MQJ0J96-YE6LXcalrnQIPuYmsGQs2ClvTgg-Bq0O60aI99dnRjPArZOZO5ml7oV3UG9fet0/s1600/King07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheMlU9175Fk0y1RqsOrgkxgGO5hxLh_gCryaPK4c3YBl-1kwCsOm-DssqGJ_xh-E2xH3h3MQJ0J96-YE6LXcalrnQIPuYmsGQs2ClvTgg-Bq0O60aI99dnRjPArZOZO5ml7oV3UG9fet0/s320/King07.JPG" width="226" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The King Sisters had gone through vast permutations over their long career and while, yes, they might have looked just a tad silly in some of their frilly, festive, frolicsome attire while beating the door of middle age down, they remained dazzling. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTP81LMQqxUXUy99-u-9MGwm-dkcRMV4Wfdwy3sBHGr_YacM-RybuiNxD0Eq2nCd2bdmAVTkI96Cz9bSXlUl9j3Jw7_gGpb1oNFYaYtitnnlr1rhxGRG7hjC05ck87MgVeX0PvXTMEbfY/s1600/King00c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTP81LMQqxUXUy99-u-9MGwm-dkcRMV4Wfdwy3sBHGr_YacM-RybuiNxD0Eq2nCd2bdmAVTkI96Cz9bSXlUl9j3Jw7_gGpb1oNFYaYtitnnlr1rhxGRG7hjC05ck87MgVeX0PvXTMEbfY/s320/King00c.JPG" width="161" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Then as the '70s wore on, there were – like it was for so many folks – the occasional slips into dastardly hair-styling:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt5HxZOWm_PDs7o0Hf1dMBKcpRLnEcWqIlLuv0rS24GBvE1ZBy03aitUWUb6WiTA-n1cnRDvWEoeEJTsrlKgyyUS1qDx5kkYWkwCQr3Hry8hJlEUEItONVIg4X6ENIoeoSQ2GQ5wpvo4E/s1600/King00f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt5HxZOWm_PDs7o0Hf1dMBKcpRLnEcWqIlLuv0rS24GBvE1ZBy03aitUWUb6WiTA-n1cnRDvWEoeEJTsrlKgyyUS1qDx5kkYWkwCQr3Hry8hJlEUEItONVIg4X6ENIoeoSQ2GQ5wpvo4E/s320/King00f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As glittering '80s and early-'90s arrived, the gals could once again turn on the sparkle without shame. The last major appearance of The King Sisters as a performing whole took place in 1985 at Ronald Reagan's inaugural gala.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAQtm1zZNLAeeMv-gUnm3V81pJcHmwhGOyMPfoBSKd1c79nyU93Pa915s9TakZOf-x6fAPLoFpIQpR3bLwu3i5TPRIVfkg5Y96MwS39SWeNPGdKGL9m9BE1L7-QysGAjvfVHdt6g-Ic4/s1600/King00g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAQtm1zZNLAeeMv-gUnm3V81pJcHmwhGOyMPfoBSKd1c79nyU93Pa915s9TakZOf-x6fAPLoFpIQpR3bLwu3i5TPRIVfkg5Y96MwS39SWeNPGdKGL9m9BE1L7-QysGAjvfVHdt6g-Ic4/s320/King00g.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8x0On1nSOw0U8wu5GuqsOVQm1IIM5IofnMVZ_HEchSsKhbQZRfadMhQEKl8FCBihABVFc57a4cybX685UK8agjWrNr9W9oO-mFHrn01BPVhU6o0JYioIbTI-pqZhhz667igZ0v404o5w/s1600/King02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8x0On1nSOw0U8wu5GuqsOVQm1IIM5IofnMVZ_HEchSsKhbQZRfadMhQEKl8FCBihABVFc57a4cybX685UK8agjWrNr9W9oO-mFHrn01BPVhU6o0JYioIbTI-pqZhhz667igZ0v404o5w/s320/King02.JPG" width="263" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The King Cousins had disassembled at the dawn of the '80s, their 1979 album seeing release only in Japan, where they were wildly adored. They had families of their own to raise now as it turned out. Thirty years later, they began to reunite again for some concert engagements.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdi83es5asMgLP_xfGfBIf-vwr0KAeTCmeJF4X0-FojLNq-ALxw0VPdYRRm26Wrqt61F0xud6mz7Wybq5JOOsXMcnfZCsDnnUVlRStEvkQlZCo8XF5BdNrFguwoK07iz6ljofuevJ_Zo/s1600/King05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdi83es5asMgLP_xfGfBIf-vwr0KAeTCmeJF4X0-FojLNq-ALxw0VPdYRRm26Wrqt61F0xud6mz7Wybq5JOOsXMcnfZCsDnnUVlRStEvkQlZCo8XF5BdNrFguwoK07iz6ljofuevJ_Zo/s200/King05.JPG" width="164" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A few more tidbits. If bubble-haired King Cousin Tina looks at all familiar, it may be because you recognize her from her substantial stint on <i>My Three Sons</i> (from 1967 to 1972.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">She (as Tina Cole) played the wife of hunkalicious Don Grady and the couple became the parents of triplets on the long-running sitcom. (You knew I was going to try to sneak into this post some sort of handsome guy, right??)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ8gSfJPT1TXDH3r7-fWNFWhHN7qWn453RAsJdu9AAcQv6l3Y6uY-rDmxb96n30oQ1smDVoZ5qkJ0peMDzfPRJWUEQR2Il6BpKR-VREvrJt-Rc0Ytnaz7jytY_KeATY595D6FSQVH1nr4/s1600/King05b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ8gSfJPT1TXDH3r7-fWNFWhHN7qWn453RAsJdu9AAcQv6l3Y6uY-rDmxb96n30oQ1smDVoZ5qkJ0peMDzfPRJWUEQR2Il6BpKR-VREvrJt-Rc0Ytnaz7jytY_KeATY595D6FSQVH1nr4/s320/King05b.JPG" width="258" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24Bi_eRQNDpJVmgiG2nOEHL6DzLckPISRzVYCQaOWHl0YdAI1VOXYMNFLqd146mjovwq_apwv0y3BEDqH6MVtEo3jHFPnM5avnmJH8tr9yY0RqS17fI7CJ1ERPcBCwW3e0zdA1YWtsN8/s1600/King05c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24Bi_eRQNDpJVmgiG2nOEHL6DzLckPISRzVYCQaOWHl0YdAI1VOXYMNFLqd146mjovwq_apwv0y3BEDqH6MVtEo3jHFPnM5avnmJH8tr9yY0RqS17fI7CJ1ERPcBCwW3e0zdA1YWtsN8/s320/King05c.JPG" width="313" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">How lucky can a girl get to portray the wife of one of TV's most adorable young men?! I don't know if she ever got her hands on that, but I couldn't blame her if she did... She was married from 1965-1970 to her first husband, then divorced. Grady didn't marry for the first time until 1976. Ironically, Tina later wound up marrying the real-life son of her <i>Sons</i> costar Beverly Garland, but in 1979, long after the show had been cancelled! That union also eventually ended in divorce, however.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0CMuUsIPcdfKs83VsWzHAej81FETIFCrT9u-y1ek-4YPwrdJr_EgvPPcQBTzTxjLabpxtICpISxGFb5UHoQtxqfK8zlbwOvNT0_1SKxifnEBZ4rY_ePVhoGz96AHKSdayG6mlSAWL3WA/s1600/King02e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0CMuUsIPcdfKs83VsWzHAej81FETIFCrT9u-y1ek-4YPwrdJr_EgvPPcQBTzTxjLabpxtICpISxGFb5UHoQtxqfK8zlbwOvNT0_1SKxifnEBZ4rY_ePVhoGz96AHKSdayG6mlSAWL3WA/s320/King02e.JPG" width="187" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This series of shots is from a 1971 special that the Kings did in San Francisco. Note the way a couple of the cousins had gone brunette! It is my favorite, favorite thing I've come upon from them. The song, “Leavin' It All Behind,” is so groovy, funky and fun that I have listened to it over and over and over and over the way I do anything that I become enthralled with. Sadly, it is interrupted after about a minute and a half by a segue into solo before returning again at the end. I cannot find the entire song by them anywhere. The “choreography” is positively hysterical, their clothes, hair and makeup divine... Note the way a cop is shown in he background corralling a Volkswagen Beetle out of the area while another one seems to be issuing a ticket! And then note the way the cousins scare off a series of seagulls as they be-bop down the pathway. If there is a heaven, the first 1:30 of this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C04LFOHLQP0" target="_blank">clip</a> will be playing on an endless loop in my quarters! LOL</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYpI9xsZgVEX3u-95G7AodJ3a62D5-7ODTe6RkCPWJgTkBQzcO-tSGhe2Xs3OXF3eAsWXcX1NJIErX04B78ZT8xFZk-owEwOmHDU21SKOEZc7Kp5n67s0xmmm-NxARWDPE2q15WuWNXeA/s1600/King08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYpI9xsZgVEX3u-95G7AodJ3a62D5-7ODTe6RkCPWJgTkBQzcO-tSGhe2Xs3OXF3eAsWXcX1NJIErX04B78ZT8xFZk-owEwOmHDU21SKOEZc7Kp5n67s0xmmm-NxARWDPE2q15WuWNXeA/s320/King08.JPG" width="278" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Lastly, by far, the most memorable moment EVER to come out of a King Family special was the time that Alyce King was positioned at the piano to sing “I'll Be Home for Christmas” while a photo of her handsome son Ric was in a frame nearby. This being during the Vietnam War, he was in the army at the time. Without her prior knowledge, it was arranged that he would come to the set and surprise her while she did the number. As she thoughtfully posed between verses of the number, he began speaking, then entered the frame, causing her to completely lose her composure and stamp the floor and flail around, her mind-boggling hair remaining firmly in place throughout. I cannot even type this without welling up, it's such a touching, real, manipulative (who cares?!) moment in TV history... It might take just a tiny bit of drama out of it to know that he was stationed stateside, performing in an army band rather than slogging through the dangerous jungles, but nevertheless it is an <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QoXTZFF1O-U" target="_blank">unforgettable occurrence</a>. Of course, her inbred professionalism required that she finish out the number one way or another!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQzT-VmokUDrSNXIzSrJotNK3CKvahlvH4MaPRzeQrFs47lkKb_WRLULJpRi5ien3rdktcm0I58ot0cVhqQLokAwkwL_Rw4AFPpesfrdqjQJAVV2cR2o8f32amGjNnrkv7lenK9BtqCk/s1600/King01c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQzT-VmokUDrSNXIzSrJotNK3CKvahlvH4MaPRzeQrFs47lkKb_WRLULJpRi5ien3rdktcm0I58ot0cVhqQLokAwkwL_Rw4AFPpesfrdqjQJAVV2cR2o8f32amGjNnrkv7lenK9BtqCk/s320/King01c.jpg" width="235" /></a></div>All of The King Sisters are now deceased, but their legacy of music lives on. The contemporary, Grammy-nominated band Arcade Fire, was co-founded by grandchildren of Luise King and Alvino Rey, and their music has dotted the soundtracks of <b>The Hunger Games</b> (2012) and <b>The Secret Life of Walter Mitty</b>(2013), among others. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWhXjsX1sAKJpeXgYHv0GDukH88XcEXVcg1j9UJ78bKKj9qPw6S9sDNLZ6tmKr-yixg2NyNPP8CFDMa0BUotRfRGUJyzhOLaPBsr5dA7uIyxMiGsZb8Lgw1N2kqUYcMPdWWtU6DhHv7hs/s1600/King05d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWhXjsX1sAKJpeXgYHv0GDukH88XcEXVcg1j9UJ78bKKj9qPw6S9sDNLZ6tmKr-yixg2NyNPP8CFDMa0BUotRfRGUJyzhOLaPBsr5dA7uIyxMiGsZb8Lgw1N2kqUYcMPdWWtU6DhHv7hs/s320/King05d.JPG" width="241" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I have never once claimed to have even an ounce of taste (it still amazes me when I post something here and an avalanche of people come forth to testify that they too happen to love it, whatever it is!) I am a longstanding devotee of the cotton candy cholera that was<i> The Lawrence Welk Show</i> and now have been introduced to something as good or better! If you think you might be apt to like these people, check them out on youtube, where there is a healthy hunk of material to sift through. Just make sure you allot enough time to the task because it can become addicting!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-33272188016609456022013-12-18T09:37:00.000-08:002014-02-11T00:27:11.606-08:00Winter ClearanceThings are horrendously hectic in The Underworld as they have been for some time now. As a proper post is not immediately forthcoming, I'm going to do a conglomeration (I had considered calling it "Holiday Potpourri" for a while!) of pictures I've amassed, but who don't or won't have a place to show up elsewhere. Randomness is the word of the day here. I did this <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/11/ill-take-potpourri-for-1000-alex.html" target="_blank">once before</a> two years ago and it proved popular. We're putting out stuff that is either past its "sell by" date or only one of a kind, but just as in real life, sometimes there is a treasure or two among the bargains! <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqOp4YIHmlKRydqcpwbatZE6_aS6mRmEpYyf1-DPh4ssS3Nk9_T3a0P9xIGwGdr-ud-8NaPRFCDL1sViDx6WdJ99u4vFyHVegNkT3r3IQCxyJoHMSaO-4rVYRK3OjRyiD0Kj1XxjY2Z-I/s1600/PP02c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqOp4YIHmlKRydqcpwbatZE6_aS6mRmEpYyf1-DPh4ssS3Nk9_T3a0P9xIGwGdr-ud-8NaPRFCDL1sViDx6WdJ99u4vFyHVegNkT3r3IQCxyJoHMSaO-4rVYRK3OjRyiD0Kj1XxjY2Z-I/s320/PP02c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>First take a look at this ad. When I was a young'n, ABC was my favorite network, chock full of Aaron Spelling creations and loaded with glamorous stars. This was a special aired in the fall of 1983 which boasted brief appearances by a ton of TV greats. It would be amazing to have this on video now, though I'm certain it's very lame and cheesy! I love the artwork.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWqnM7MzjLcrb0XujTwTWs14_L4-bUNVgTx4qZ04EhSo4dBg9U0vko8EfRF1-0X_tKFTqfjMF4CznPOS2Q0Rb9thI8-QGITMd0vosYwSZgRMoLj8V3NEtxGoPGeugVCHgmmbcXFzoQSc/s1600/PP05g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWqnM7MzjLcrb0XujTwTWs14_L4-bUNVgTx4qZ04EhSo4dBg9U0vko8EfRF1-0X_tKFTqfjMF4CznPOS2Q0Rb9thI8-QGITMd0vosYwSZgRMoLj8V3NEtxGoPGeugVCHgmmbcXFzoQSc/s320/PP05g.jpg" width="265" /></a></div>Speaking of artwork, pretty early on in The Underworld, I did a tribute to my favorite Marvel Comics heroine <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/11/miss-scarlet.html" target="_blank">Scarlet Witch </a>(as well as one to DC's <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/07/remembering-legionnaires.html" target="_blank">The Legion of Superheroes</a>.) I had also intended to do one of my favorite DC Comics heroine Black Canary, but never got around to it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD9EPn0xSUr_anGEyct8AthNEEnQ7ZcKxoJciBDneDJ70Wzss8Ta_mFh5GTCZlZv8GlwNG_nyv8QsKVWGpQroJyHnk2oIHz1FgvtRzt8VLpcQiatDMWPKrgmfPD-24qW-VShq6FlZ5Srg/s1600/PP07h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD9EPn0xSUr_anGEyct8AthNEEnQ7ZcKxoJciBDneDJ70Wzss8Ta_mFh5GTCZlZv8GlwNG_nyv8QsKVWGpQroJyHnk2oIHz1FgvtRzt8VLpcQiatDMWPKrgmfPD-24qW-VShq6FlZ5Srg/s320/PP07h.jpg" width="214" /></a></div>The character had first appeared way back in 1947, but it was the early-'70s rendition that I first encountered and fell for. Then as now I was captivated by blondes with big pageant hair and good makeup. LOL<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzMyyv8k2dBsZpglUnNTjrgV8oS1B1cIn0pkdurSkTYUZGFFZrE7vbRGpd9i0BmFKIBlfzlaVQ-0H5aFgatgOT_xwvVGRa5Uvyj8znG3sa4GBx3uAlnIgglbVAUibu9gaTuPiczrW4L4/s1600/PP05f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzMyyv8k2dBsZpglUnNTjrgV8oS1B1cIn0pkdurSkTYUZGFFZrE7vbRGpd9i0BmFKIBlfzlaVQ-0H5aFgatgOT_xwvVGRa5Uvyj8znG3sa4GBx3uAlnIgglbVAUibu9gaTuPiczrW4L4/s320/PP05f.jpg" width="241" /></a></div>As far as I'm concerned, Neal Adams drew her the best (as in the three pics above), but I also liked George Perez' approach (shown here.) <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivpkcL_o6IWR6nKqe75Uqiz2U3Ma-CPcNIzWqXPyGreTOChHgeyZDK7uVensKueow7Io5QsfeOSfAew4a0RLb6Z-YlSeAWQNLOtLnW_rnaRyY1D3AqTQAdwYFMzo3NvUfTLiBv8I8Vm8c/s1600/PP08e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivpkcL_o6IWR6nKqe75Uqiz2U3Ma-CPcNIzWqXPyGreTOChHgeyZDK7uVensKueow7Io5QsfeOSfAew4a0RLb6Z-YlSeAWQNLOtLnW_rnaRyY1D3AqTQAdwYFMzo3NvUfTLiBv8I8Vm8c/s320/PP08e.JPG" width="222" /></a></div>Her boyfriend was fellow Justice League hero Green Arrow, who was also a favorite of mine (and who is, in a way, the subject of a TV series called<i> Arrow</i>, though there is little relation to the character I grew up with.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYrjkusj6QunAzMsMrpF706EN9UlJ8Te3z4Zh97bpJLbl4f4ZVeaTsxymJ2FyziZY6nq2NwuOaDPUrmbzmznhyphenhyphenOn7_Ne9uR2ZXkv3_aklV2kNHAdJ8TZr0Ce23O2Y0IxEw5uic8HuD6hU/s1600/PP08g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYrjkusj6QunAzMsMrpF706EN9UlJ8Te3z4Zh97bpJLbl4f4ZVeaTsxymJ2FyziZY6nq2NwuOaDPUrmbzmznhyphenhyphenOn7_Ne9uR2ZXkv3_aklV2kNHAdJ8TZr0Ce23O2Y0IxEw5uic8HuD6hU/s320/PP08g.jpg" width="210" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAP6Zh3dMhpajU2Wb3ql5SKxJv6JgqIPK7qy2rcDV9OuopqXkFMahGVE-sOuIstMglnOz0KYH4zjFLLXPcvLeruMMtBtTgiBdUqyUagXXjynlLTmc8X2ca3U7ENuu2LkXk8lR0hyphenhyphen0rbQ/s1600/PP01b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAP6Zh3dMhpajU2Wb3ql5SKxJv6JgqIPK7qy2rcDV9OuopqXkFMahGVE-sOuIstMglnOz0KYH4zjFLLXPcvLeruMMtBtTgiBdUqyUagXXjynlLTmc8X2ca3U7ENuu2LkXk8lR0hyphenhyphen0rbQ/s320/PP01b.JPG" width="267" /></a></div>Since I gave up a once-devoted comic-reading habit in the mid-to-late-'80s, Black Canary, like most other comic book heroes, has gone through countless permutations and redesigns, some of them all right and some of them dreadful. It was the classic character that held appeal to me. (Does this surprise anyone? In The Underworld, I am almost completely attached to the past!) Of course any rendition of any superherione that comes from me always winds up looking like a 5th place finalist on <i>RuPaul's Drag Race</i>! Ha!<br /><br />Before we depart the world of superheroines, I have to share this hooty publicity composite featuring Miss Yvonne Craig as the high-kicking Batgirl, who joined the series <i>Batman</i> in its final season (1967-1968.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyTTv3NMoYtWjlatOYMEEht6EqzpUxStX-NhtBKBad0myf9d7MFQyPJlIctT7Yh7n_mTfMKyLCVccdq-mJ4BE8U_nq8DK8tgrBVEgXT_s0PG1puAmfG9aLGVcC5H47OGa_8HqB320vywY/s1600/PP08f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyTTv3NMoYtWjlatOYMEEht6EqzpUxStX-NhtBKBad0myf9d7MFQyPJlIctT7Yh7n_mTfMKyLCVccdq-mJ4BE8U_nq8DK8tgrBVEgXT_s0PG1puAmfG9aLGVcC5H47OGa_8HqB320vywY/s320/PP08f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Do you recognize the man shown below?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDa2rNLKhl-PpbB-_SJRn46R-bHwHVTZRTuFcDcvG6vnkz8clpaA5NH06N3_s8OHJikBnbGEaWqLom7g0nuXkIDTud3234xScRQVgELPJvKG1VC2MHeih7m7W6omqf_XLkYYykdm9pMqA/s1600/PP12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDa2rNLKhl-PpbB-_SJRn46R-bHwHVTZRTuFcDcvG6vnkz8clpaA5NH06N3_s8OHJikBnbGEaWqLom7g0nuXkIDTud3234xScRQVgELPJvKG1VC2MHeih7m7W6omqf_XLkYYykdm9pMqA/s320/PP12.jpg" width="282" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEXOHysviuj7Inakdb8LmN5YAqTk_lBpKfte8LIoz7PfqsFkqsX6yk8oMms5wuEwMqNcJmOZXDjoovqfWWL1qUu7VgobXvdukcxyYLXR3nhVYM-FqtGLjkfls0lmwyDt-zeF0FXr_tC7E/s1600/PP12b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEXOHysviuj7Inakdb8LmN5YAqTk_lBpKfte8LIoz7PfqsFkqsX6yk8oMms5wuEwMqNcJmOZXDjoovqfWWL1qUu7VgobXvdukcxyYLXR3nhVYM-FqtGLjkfls0lmwyDt-zeF0FXr_tC7E/s320/PP12b.jpg" width="218" /></a></div>He is part of a post I was going to attempt to do in which I showed various actors from <i><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/01/trip-to-dallas.html" target="_blank">Dallas</a></i> in their old age and then in their prime. This one is Jim Davis, who played feisty patriarch Jock Ewing from 1978-1981 (when he died of cancer.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBcH9tzV5mBORNd2Ws5irfNY2pFoLXzPLI6WI_dxNwe0CNAf1fl_L_KSK2gzr4DAR0XQHP0XzTXvaEfZ9KUmmdrCMdUVEamusAAcm_lClbmldntfnyG-gEm3FeCEi7r2HdV-TqTtjradY/s1600/PP12d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBcH9tzV5mBORNd2Ws5irfNY2pFoLXzPLI6WI_dxNwe0CNAf1fl_L_KSK2gzr4DAR0XQHP0XzTXvaEfZ9KUmmdrCMdUVEamusAAcm_lClbmldntfnyG-gEm3FeCEi7r2HdV-TqTtjradY/s320/PP12d.jpg" width="245" /></a></div>Miss Ellie's second husband was played by Howard Keel (on the show from 1981 to 1991), seen here in <b>Floods of Fear</b> (1958) with Anne Heywood and below with Esther Williams in<b> Jupiter's Darling</b> (1955.) I know which hubby is more my type, though I certainly enjoyed crusty Jim Davis in his role on the show.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlTaPuyd3nnYCSxuEvLX6LqOhNKTedX248uhC3aovGEe9eXryZyTbYl5k1zRGzsC0kSPJlLuY3O9UUQhinwa4NPqbi2G0EwX_NFCDBJHbaDrDxPqAz3zvmHzJJq60b6yj2aiqiJyuMMIk/s1600/PP12c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlTaPuyd3nnYCSxuEvLX6LqOhNKTedX248uhC3aovGEe9eXryZyTbYl5k1zRGzsC0kSPJlLuY3O9UUQhinwa4NPqbi2G0EwX_NFCDBJHbaDrDxPqAz3zvmHzJJq60b6yj2aiqiJyuMMIk/s320/PP12c.JPG" width="254" /></a></div>Take a look at this photo of Omar Sharif and Sophia Loren from 1967's <b>More Than a Miracle</b>. I love the way their eyes are lit in it!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8jkti8Q4r5wZLcBZAzzAiQuAyAXhH-ZFt-IX2FfHWnj94x3m95EdOu3I5pIsQBH0ts8RYzYYZ_P-fKytWYSr518aF20n1oJLvHkaANxBgayzJjEA_V_5eK3Wor6klzqqL9Yf_yo5SmAA/s1600/PP06c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8jkti8Q4r5wZLcBZAzzAiQuAyAXhH-ZFt-IX2FfHWnj94x3m95EdOu3I5pIsQBH0ts8RYzYYZ_P-fKytWYSr518aF20n1oJLvHkaANxBgayzJjEA_V_5eK3Wor6klzqqL9Yf_yo5SmAA/s320/PP06c.jpg" width="267" /></a></div>Likewise, the eyes of Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor come across as quite piercing in this photo.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJzRfYlLRl1oEDNetemC9hIhug67nwty44I4Mdn5shmNWJn9oNrdmMcwut8kcylf77GIsTHIV2jdoaciyEVgnnwhqrNEoID1fknwf1mrZD_JlEDsV27DdyTUK0f6D5_GgLZcxiEBLfihQ/s1600/PP05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJzRfYlLRl1oEDNetemC9hIhug67nwty44I4Mdn5shmNWJn9oNrdmMcwut8kcylf77GIsTHIV2jdoaciyEVgnnwhqrNEoID1fknwf1mrZD_JlEDsV27DdyTUK0f6D5_GgLZcxiEBLfihQ/s320/PP05.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_s4zijPU2QFAKKjkeFiq77zmVzYZkwhQl4ln3P2mHQOkzEl7QDxIwC2xZyjLwbbPWu5XmTL85JIxOx5_4pj_42wcHGTQlc2_yFeojCxMETXpilLEdffPb58ibDbKCJubA0Iqama6vs2M/s1600/PP03c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_s4zijPU2QFAKKjkeFiq77zmVzYZkwhQl4ln3P2mHQOkzEl7QDxIwC2xZyjLwbbPWu5XmTL85JIxOx5_4pj_42wcHGTQlc2_yFeojCxMETXpilLEdffPb58ibDbKCJubA0Iqama6vs2M/s200/PP03c.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Shots like this one are a true thing of the past. That over-saturated/over-developed shading and then hand-tinted color applied over the image... Still, the method had a way of burnishing the subjects and freezing them in a state of petrified, old-style glamour. Troy Donahue and <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-mcbain-no-gain.html" target="_blank">Diane McBain</a> (of <b>Parrish</b>, 1961) look like they're carved out of creamy clay.<br /><br />I don't know if I'll ever get around to a post about <b>The Champ</b> (1979), but this shot of Ricky Schroeder aping his predecessor in the role Jackie Cooper in the 1931 version was sort of interesting.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYzCpv_A9LvMv7HUwf86ywbEkxmwT9-nLRGJX5ctNSjKzn8Dv6QZkXZbupV0GQqnxIqoVLilsTBfTBxYmnGHYBTigGzvso4544rfvUP03o6q6a742g69-ndy_8fefjnaez-5tbyEZDvmM/s1600/PP05b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYzCpv_A9LvMv7HUwf86ywbEkxmwT9-nLRGJX5ctNSjKzn8Dv6QZkXZbupV0GQqnxIqoVLilsTBfTBxYmnGHYBTigGzvso4544rfvUP03o6q6a742g69-ndy_8fefjnaez-5tbyEZDvmM/s320/PP05b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39ZMBXAwzi2-XZK2HARvdyQ_BAcPb1IFQJYTnfYqFGBPJIhoD2pBe5AfUPo_AxZSAaPOqIv74oxAKbItZLSY8oxMnuY5jJ7ybkzpx_hSpHQNh7mow0rUscb0jzIutoQAqbGMTSJruD80/s1600/PP02d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39ZMBXAwzi2-XZK2HARvdyQ_BAcPb1IFQJYTnfYqFGBPJIhoD2pBe5AfUPo_AxZSAaPOqIv74oxAKbItZLSY8oxMnuY5jJ7ybkzpx_hSpHQNh7mow0rUscb0jzIutoQAqbGMTSJruD80/s320/PP02d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>One of my earliest (and briefest!) TV tributes was to a top ten favorite show of mine, <i><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-family.html" target="_blank">The Big Valley</a></i> (1964-1969), starring Miss Barbara Stanwyck and a quartet of good-looking younger talent as her grown children. I recently came upon these magazine cover photos of the gang.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU-9K7g3_OM_AUhqdrX3En7AJxOPm4s_ENsFOYojz3Jb9BX1gQ3xWmi1_D2QLMtCxf8CTlJjYPgbTEOMI7dpRPZ2KV67NOMSKztDakZf-dL-Tuh4fV-bdxaBFRnIK_kisbe_CVCWJ7BeU/s1600/PP02d-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU-9K7g3_OM_AUhqdrX3En7AJxOPm4s_ENsFOYojz3Jb9BX1gQ3xWmi1_D2QLMtCxf8CTlJjYPgbTEOMI7dpRPZ2KV67NOMSKztDakZf-dL-Tuh4fV-bdxaBFRnIK_kisbe_CVCWJ7BeU/s320/PP02d-1.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>It's fun to see them in their <i>Big Valley</i> time frame, but in (mostly) street clothes of the day. To this day, I consider The Barkleys (as seen here, Stanwyck, Lee Majors, Peter Breck, Linda Evans and Richard Long) to be one of the most attractive TV families ever and one that had an incredible sense of what was right and wrong. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinnkzAKXbWDUvDH4hNQjusayybzLHzeDUC7T9RRIbdogi3aXnn6yQMe-XZ8-HjeklB5UJ6PASFFXfv3tQrqIciiCExBmI6ZM2UE9QKHOeO7Yku_ACrzzdbO0QVVGGCJK-MpH8-KQlQYxc/s1600/PP06g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinnkzAKXbWDUvDH4hNQjusayybzLHzeDUC7T9RRIbdogi3aXnn6yQMe-XZ8-HjeklB5UJ6PASFFXfv3tQrqIciiCExBmI6ZM2UE9QKHOeO7Yku_ACrzzdbO0QVVGGCJK-MpH8-KQlQYxc/s320/PP06g.jpg" width="235" /></a></div>Steely, but sensitive Stanwyck was nothing short of the living end to my younger sister and me, especially when she'd whip out a rifle and tell people to get off her land. LOL I like this color portrait of her from a magazine of the day.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCw7fKdfQIDjomwpprINuaN5XYbaI7_AYZxKg36DOs_gU35WC4orrvBlE5GijMTnXwFFnq7IXk9Q8N3juGsewVeatfCSftg-jVR35YiZ8JzT3uQl9xOH8XtN0jhQhQs8A4Rawh00df0Ic/s1600/PP06h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCw7fKdfQIDjomwpprINuaN5XYbaI7_AYZxKg36DOs_gU35WC4orrvBlE5GijMTnXwFFnq7IXk9Q8N3juGsewVeatfCSftg-jVR35YiZ8JzT3uQl9xOH8XtN0jhQhQs8A4Rawh00df0Ic/s320/PP06h.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>She was nominated for three Golden Globes for her work on <i>Valley</i> (losing to Anne Francis in <i>Honey West</i>, Marlo Thomas in <i>That Girl</i> and Carol Burnett in <i>The Carol Burnett Show</i>, all before they split the categories into comedy and drama.) She did take home the Emmy once for the show (and lost two other times to Barbara Bain in <i>Mission: Impossible</i>) and had a prior Emmy (as seen here) for <i>The Barbara Stanwyck Show </i>(1960.) On that night, Lou Edelman's (the show's producer's) cuff link became caught on her dress and her publicist Helen Ferguson had to do some repair work as fellow winner Raymond Burr of <i>Perry Mason </i>looked on.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAYUjp2ceaoxFFL2x6nxiP8SFpptocERX7kKGblHlY_0qljfZo1kBKbqCq8xXM6QYMGWNfnXTbWrkGwHEiVSGamNL1H7A7AZDTv425_upBrZ_JD9HH63sbxsDmE5bX57yU5ajp4iikxA/s1600/PP03f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAYUjp2ceaoxFFL2x6nxiP8SFpptocERX7kKGblHlY_0qljfZo1kBKbqCq8xXM6QYMGWNfnXTbWrkGwHEiVSGamNL1H7A7AZDTv425_upBrZ_JD9HH63sbxsDmE5bX57yU5ajp4iikxA/s320/PP03f.jpg" width="185" /></a></div>Another major movie star who eventually took to television, but far less successfully, was Miss Lana Turner. Seen here in a pensive moment during <i>Harold Robbins' The Survivors</i>, a very expensive prime-time soap that completely flopped. I don't know if Miss T is acting here or just dejected by her <i>Maude</i>-like jumpsuit and vest...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEily6Z2yew_om6vDe9c2iPaPDoLGDKpKck8JxHhWP0VUmQ7WLbmeM69Qeyn5yEDWUa3ljfoNr0-OWurWpfjSwplpKJAnuUaBoYtZFDHEPnE1gBxO_6mB_TNoAsL_d0u-CuuYyZw0_pVkx4/s1600/PP03e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEily6Z2yew_om6vDe9c2iPaPDoLGDKpKck8JxHhWP0VUmQ7WLbmeM69Qeyn5yEDWUa3ljfoNr0-OWurWpfjSwplpKJAnuUaBoYtZFDHEPnE1gBxO_6mB_TNoAsL_d0u-CuuYyZw0_pVkx4/s320/PP03e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Not TV, but how about this publicity still from the later career of one of the cinema's most heralded beauties, Hedy Lamarr? How fortunate that they installed a klieg light on the set of <b>The Female Animal</b> (1958), aimed directly at her face!<br /><br />Sometimes I will do a tribute to someone and then later come upon a photo that I wish I'd had to begin with... So without any further ado, I give you a few shots of some men who otherwise have had their day in the sun here previously:<br /><br />Humpy <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/04/help-im-having-dack-attack.html" target="_blank">Dack Rambo</a>, who was a significant childhood crush of mine!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNAVH8SKSt8QX0_cjdaGaLBl2RA4IVMM6H9SwP7kgqR0xEENDSwtMWds1AMlPZmpxFagUa5ulq87K1Zip3GBeWXgB0ZbAqurrr5TgU9dKOTFUWq8AsyD5xzuuyVSnuHDrNz82nydp-ylM/s1600/PP08b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNAVH8SKSt8QX0_cjdaGaLBl2RA4IVMM6H9SwP7kgqR0xEENDSwtMWds1AMlPZmpxFagUa5ulq87K1Zip3GBeWXgB0ZbAqurrr5TgU9dKOTFUWq8AsyD5xzuuyVSnuHDrNz82nydp-ylM/s320/PP08b.JPG" width="235" /></a></div>I'd profiled handsome lookalike brothers <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/12/ill-give-you-two-good-reasons.html" target="_blank">Rex and Rhodes Reason</a> before, but later found this charming photo spread in which several sets of real-life TV actor brothers are on display. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeUeYC1ZkhaLrh48ZsT58WPeGxmUnmefp7HhsvOP9TZJAgx6uDgUcL-NqBDJ1KNEBkDRvEBep4l26GZQ0fOlUesMnrhL86cOnwtA-h6257Kp-QjvZgVSu84jiQ6Y0_6yl5h0JrTSwTpFs/s1600/PP09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeUeYC1ZkhaLrh48ZsT58WPeGxmUnmefp7HhsvOP9TZJAgx6uDgUcL-NqBDJ1KNEBkDRvEBep4l26GZQ0fOlUesMnrhL86cOnwtA-h6257Kp-QjvZgVSu84jiQ6Y0_6yl5h0JrTSwTpFs/s320/PP09.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Glorious <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/12/sweet-jesus.html" target="_blank">Jeffrey Hunter</a>, who it took me years to discover and then could never forget.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpFrQMSU1A2d7Mo5ry6TR_bRXeLmNqZT5FXIVT5aTv16gbmmS_79du0R_tO4XkXXJYuwsxXs0uaiSntgx5uJDQdWvoniBxoVvPpOnbIY-8wLFnYBx-4g616V7U4i4EP8qd1XD3t0lgxY/s1600/PP06a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpFrQMSU1A2d7Mo5ry6TR_bRXeLmNqZT5FXIVT5aTv16gbmmS_79du0R_tO4XkXXJYuwsxXs0uaiSntgx5uJDQdWvoniBxoVvPpOnbIY-8wLFnYBx-4g616V7U4i4EP8qd1XD3t0lgxY/s320/PP06a.jpg" width="246" /></a></div>Hollywood pretty boy <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/10/keeping-tab-on-me.html" target="_blank">Tab Hunter</a>, in another one of those dreamy types of portraits that no one could pull off today, even if they tried.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNe2VYzAkBGXg8hYD80ixcANvi1aN_3-2GoVVd4RPUfNtTdhgm6zE4vJQaO3yGGYnnXlN2ByvwJ1lqDX03MEd0gnThLzewZSXEvzqdx7LP_wgnwzVNa3PAqhZmI9l9CC_5oCjKCtIJKA/s1600/PP02f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNe2VYzAkBGXg8hYD80ixcANvi1aN_3-2GoVVd4RPUfNtTdhgm6zE4vJQaO3yGGYnnXlN2ByvwJ1lqDX03MEd0gnThLzewZSXEvzqdx7LP_wgnwzVNa3PAqhZmI9l9CC_5oCjKCtIJKA/s320/PP02f.jpg" width="229" /></a></div>Handsome and forthright <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2013/05/time-to-roll-out-some-joel.html" target="_blank">Joel McCrea</a> in <b>Bird of Paradise</b> (1932) with Dolores Del Rio.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheH6o-ogd3Ca5DZ9QlmVL5lDLTZyrHp4VQHLiGR0M4ZxJ_l1HSP5qYCrJTzbTjkUu9QW6Y2V1HBNVSjkCHPkVYDHv4yl8oOAa6fHh9PHQfsbkb1CHqzjM84H56uFRWAHlkzcu_T8h_mH4/s1600/PP01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheH6o-ogd3Ca5DZ9QlmVL5lDLTZyrHp4VQHLiGR0M4ZxJ_l1HSP5qYCrJTzbTjkUu9QW6Y2V1HBNVSjkCHPkVYDHv4yl8oOAa6fHh9PHQfsbkb1CHqzjM84H56uFRWAHlkzcu_T8h_mH4/s320/PP01.JPG" width="267" /></a></div>Granite-jawed <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-give-you-gavin.html" target="_blank">John Gavin</a> is seen below with a bevy of attractive ladies. Recognize what they have to do with him at all? They are from one of his glossy movies (a major favorite of mine), but shared no scenes with him in the finished product. This is strictly a shot for publicity's sake.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-m5xDBn_cyNC5CZxykwm7gpkBotR458s9v66X-DQ4_Eiywz26z5cex-SkEZ05dEvydZgW6IQhLIxxISrhxEwXvCbo1hsYl7PXZjttuvY93sMv0YkZhyTMuEjmxOZdzvmVWJ1K1Z9rpWs/s1600/PP04d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-m5xDBn_cyNC5CZxykwm7gpkBotR458s9v66X-DQ4_Eiywz26z5cex-SkEZ05dEvydZgW6IQhLIxxISrhxEwXvCbo1hsYl7PXZjttuvY93sMv0YkZhyTMuEjmxOZdzvmVWJ1K1Z9rpWs/s320/PP04d.JPG" width="274" /></a></div>The photo is of a gaggle of models in their best Jean Louis creations for a fashion show sequence in <b>Back Street</b> (1961), in which Susan Hayward played a dress designer who was in love with a married man (Gavin.) In one of my favorite scenes in all cinema, Gavin's brittle, boozy wife (an unforgettable Vera Miles) bursts into the room and purchases the (unseen here) bridal gown, telling Hayward to send it to herself, thought she'll never wear it!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNdsNz3zoKKyVr-WBrQ0MX2AX3h6iHbaSlSfWX3zykN8gj6C1b8sZph0Yg1lNXRJJdW9YqcSQ4J0-B72tnv_wcoTQx2gI_UDQtOKzme5VwTgP_6XJH7yqsn26PekGfU1mYXP3hyXDsR10/s1600/PP02e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNdsNz3zoKKyVr-WBrQ0MX2AX3h6iHbaSlSfWX3zykN8gj6C1b8sZph0Yg1lNXRJJdW9YqcSQ4J0-B72tnv_wcoTQx2gI_UDQtOKzme5VwTgP_6XJH7yqsn26PekGfU1mYXP3hyXDsR10/s320/PP02e.jpg" width="252" /></a></div>Now we see Van Williams, star of <i>The Green Hornet</i> (1966-1967) and various movies, doing something that would be practically unthinkable today in our SPF-conscious society. He's using a reflector to sun himself in the face evenly and efficiently between takes! No white lines under the chin with this handy-dandy contraption... The end result is shown below. Richard Anderson of <i>The Six-Million Dollar Man</i> and <i>The Bionic Woman </i>was another one who worked on his tan every chance he could between set-ups.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcU7nOoplUCO4KkqLwboa-_3Ns_7gq-HkromqUyvZuiqIm9RtoMPUtdCLQuT6SkntsNUTBwTsapriB1bhX5xt7TEJiIZNPirWP_LGGXVB3aX-6i9At8U9UzxaGOh7iIjdMdU-tIAmszU/s1600/PP06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcU7nOoplUCO4KkqLwboa-_3Ns_7gq-HkromqUyvZuiqIm9RtoMPUtdCLQuT6SkntsNUTBwTsapriB1bhX5xt7TEJiIZNPirWP_LGGXVB3aX-6i9At8U9UzxaGOh7iIjdMdU-tIAmszU/s320/PP06.jpg" width="227" /></a></div>When I posted a run-down of the hooty TV-movie<i> <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2013/02/look-what-happened-to-myrna-loy.html" target="_blank">It Happened at Lakewood Manor</a></i> (1977), at least one of my devoted divers expressed his adoration of Barry Van Dyke. This particular shot of him is a favorite, so I pass it along to you now.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOXqyavKgRi8VgEEWWVETwqvtR9zq5iJBoLqAWYjc24c08Q9_11n9Z_nAChqA-tgnQ5P_j7Oib6oHK39vpC0SlMcahq2_NXG8p7FP8wvrrGbXQ8GF4IEVHzvX5q9Vy0TPis1bGq3vSbA/s1600/PP08d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOXqyavKgRi8VgEEWWVETwqvtR9zq5iJBoLqAWYjc24c08Q9_11n9Z_nAChqA-tgnQ5P_j7Oib6oHK39vpC0SlMcahq2_NXG8p7FP8wvrrGbXQ8GF4IEVHzvX5q9Vy0TPis1bGq3vSbA/s320/PP08d.jpg" width="237" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgajZ90R25aY0P-1OAKvQA1hrqR0L_VLAWCe83ZMPM9XmE7itcG8Sttv1i5PTRteSJWmKbswurKkckTJNPhqAhE8wNkeOKR67muiG3enRltY-Ezj60wu06SRTO56dy9jveKsYUz1KNLf8Q/s1600/PP07d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgajZ90R25aY0P-1OAKvQA1hrqR0L_VLAWCe83ZMPM9XmE7itcG8Sttv1i5PTRteSJWmKbswurKkckTJNPhqAhE8wNkeOKR67muiG3enRltY-Ezj60wu06SRTO56dy9jveKsYUz1KNLf8Q/s320/PP07d.JPG" width="234" /></a></div>In The Underworld, we love <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/11/modeling-some-clay.html" target="_blank">Nicholas Clay</a> (of <b>Excaliber</b>, 1981, and <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/06/evil-murder-on-crackd-nile.html" target="_blank">Evil Under the Sun</a></b>, 1982) in practically anything, but imagine our delight when he popped up in the TV miniseries <i>The Last Days of Pompeii </i>(1984) as a Grecian visitor to the title city.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHyGN3zRz6cU-OMso2Eo_hyphenhyphengW7zworfkC0hQUqbQmVCjO8NRh-XTUc50jpfnQxNMtVH1b1bJkm6NjFgWL0Dr89VghdwbGQLksDzF5bsHrcsg5c0ZyvXOkwDB2HRkQEEtXQ9zT22mDm8ZU/s1600/PP07e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHyGN3zRz6cU-OMso2Eo_hyphenhyphengW7zworfkC0hQUqbQmVCjO8NRh-XTUc50jpfnQxNMtVH1b1bJkm6NjFgWL0Dr89VghdwbGQLksDzF5bsHrcsg5c0ZyvXOkwDB2HRkQEEtXQ9zT22mDm8ZU/s320/PP07e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>In this sequence, he practices the discus in his garden and twirls around to allow his already abbreviated loincloth to ride up and show off his beefy bottom! <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRddOZoUy-i2VFc8UuUJk0phoX1GptwG-IzDMc1wMiCsWtW62EY9b0Wn5NbLQWbn5wjndNUqiZMEEwRvgfrGo9Q6Cd6wNf7cEVjXQYdwpg7up-7u3_82jBuJU755V3Ng2DPEs7ch9eSfs/s1600/PP07c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRddOZoUy-i2VFc8UuUJk0phoX1GptwG-IzDMc1wMiCsWtW62EY9b0Wn5NbLQWbn5wjndNUqiZMEEwRvgfrGo9Q6Cd6wNf7cEVjXQYdwpg7up-7u3_82jBuJU755V3Ng2DPEs7ch9eSfs/s320/PP07c.JPG" width="284" /></a></div>Thank you ABC-TV!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVw4ByW7Q7KxvOr8qqSITan5uz9Qm7E9mWO9HksE7qZgWj4bcrx28tL9ATx1poSXsAxX8Lyy4CGBTtGy2pZe5yJXEEhSqVhYOxp8p62kOcj1TewxxUZsODN1RniHRWTvIDM5uCJKJabzQ/s1600/PP07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVw4ByW7Q7KxvOr8qqSITan5uz9Qm7E9mWO9HksE7qZgWj4bcrx28tL9ATx1poSXsAxX8Lyy4CGBTtGy2pZe5yJXEEhSqVhYOxp8p62kOcj1TewxxUZsODN1RniHRWTvIDM5uCJKJabzQ/s320/PP07.JPG" width="229" /></a></div>Brawny <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/10/burt-offerings.html" target="_blank">Burt Reynolds</a> is seen here during <b>Deliverance</b> (1972), sporting his iconic zip-up vest and eye-catching torso full of fur.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFEo_TjOo9H-fEm5gkTTsYb1qjSlx8nkOfUpgZxAy81Xr9qtoIUlogHCsY7iocx0wzVy2iJyoWZvKn3ZgEktEPhm-v8fG6rAD8PGD5InUzUg_lFlA1lC70u3rObdKqMMbJKeIFAn-loZ8/s1600/PP02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFEo_TjOo9H-fEm5gkTTsYb1qjSlx8nkOfUpgZxAy81Xr9qtoIUlogHCsY7iocx0wzVy2iJyoWZvKn3ZgEktEPhm-v8fG6rAD8PGD5InUzUg_lFlA1lC70u3rObdKqMMbJKeIFAn-loZ8/s320/PP02.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>And what about this picture?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkzgJoDdPhZ11DpLzjn-mBMJ42oEZQGYb5t6fV71exl5QPh3vmoFVxGHsaAmY82qfZs7LXdhL1YcT8I7aEOQDS38XyUIC4aKtlw_sykXVuw-LDmXLmNAIDMXLPulYRTtkizMBuDZT6sg/s1600/PP02b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkzgJoDdPhZ11DpLzjn-mBMJ42oEZQGYb5t6fV71exl5QPh3vmoFVxGHsaAmY82qfZs7LXdhL1YcT8I7aEOQDS38XyUIC4aKtlw_sykXVuw-LDmXLmNAIDMXLPulYRTtkizMBuDZT6sg/s320/PP02b.jpg" width="215" /></a></div>HA! It's from a wax museum (Movieland Wax Museum?), commemorating the star-making performance he gave in the riveting John Boorman film.<br /><br />That brings me to this shot of Deborah Kerr and Yul Brynner relaxing between takes during <b>The King and I</b> (1956.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX91ZLnAS5kXI0KK4gppXxITuvVu4Gz4HguhfrykLNki1MKljxZmiuyDBM19Z8hQOr9w8PkFmYjMuz6CUA2XMekws3q5DPPnQVoCB86vZxpz8hmu9UMOYYSCpl1SRJyf3h-gOt-dF3Z_o/s1600/PP05c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX91ZLnAS5kXI0KK4gppXxITuvVu4Gz4HguhfrykLNki1MKljxZmiuyDBM19Z8hQOr9w8PkFmYjMuz6CUA2XMekws3q5DPPnQVoCB86vZxpz8hmu9UMOYYSCpl1SRJyf3h-gOt-dF3Z_o/s320/PP05c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Hee hee! No... these are wax figures, too, of course. I really should have done (and, who knows, may still do!) a post on old wax renditions of famous actors and their roles.<br /><br />Speaking of, I think I have posted pictures like this before of the long-standing (but now gone) Movieland wax exhibit of <b>The Poseidon Adventure</b> (1972) with its somewhat on-target/somewhat off renditions of the stars. (Not sure where Ernest Borgnine scored that jaunty little kerchief for his neck!)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZj9YSYLOO4elzSIMSwpVXKtj1iMkObcOdXMlSY_xRUfGAwjpnmSOqNleN8ZtlQi0Ej0q6bSQy2Lo_-XX69cMiXFZ0ciSFMoMlbBPXFg-rYybPsRd1Z5nXlW5cI7s_rCU9pPNu-v9FBGE/s1600/PP05d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZj9YSYLOO4elzSIMSwpVXKtj1iMkObcOdXMlSY_xRUfGAwjpnmSOqNleN8ZtlQi0Ej0q6bSQy2Lo_-XX69cMiXFZ0ciSFMoMlbBPXFg-rYybPsRd1Z5nXlW5cI7s_rCU9pPNu-v9FBGE/s320/PP05d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Stella Stevens really went the gamut in that film from buxom, beautiful bombshell...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs0L7EGKZqRRLAD6HlSVGfRUEvFC1b9JtLzHTzz2vVPzSNeBmESWrJQkbujNrNqD3Q3nXSbhaCzr2wTQPHZeRMXQkx9YCTLebouR0nRrQDAcIlnGleAPckWyLhjMYtix3TOjv2KOGgmqg/s1600/PP10b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs0L7EGKZqRRLAD6HlSVGfRUEvFC1b9JtLzHTzz2vVPzSNeBmESWrJQkbujNrNqD3Q3nXSbhaCzr2wTQPHZeRMXQkx9YCTLebouR0nRrQDAcIlnGleAPckWyLhjMYtix3TOjv2KOGgmqg/s320/PP10b.JPG" width="181" /></a></div>...to bombed-out, burnt-up bimbo, though I love every second of her in the movie.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrm8UqnkDUHek74_z6sgwk7qOm6T-B3HPNcY8Lmqjt3r-PR6AYnV02YIrRIVVXN36FfddSefKNbm936c59xJeYnk0Vofz-ftf5n2_hCQuFAGXUdPLjAP2VY6WRzO-LyEsdxYJljAzhqNE/s1600/PP10c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrm8UqnkDUHek74_z6sgwk7qOm6T-B3HPNcY8Lmqjt3r-PR6AYnV02YIrRIVVXN36FfddSefKNbm936c59xJeYnk0Vofz-ftf5n2_hCQuFAGXUdPLjAP2VY6WRzO-LyEsdxYJljAzhqNE/s320/PP10c.jpg" width="164" /></a></div>She was one of the most striking looking women ever to hit Tinseltown in my opinion. Love her! (Hey! Why didn't someone cast HER as Black Canary in a TV show or movie?!)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8y0KEBv_qa42FviLntQ-CiWsVo7dvT7b3PRzW_v25RuE8OTW-zHrQg_C3iQ7xVWGA5TMDNBCYub7E5kT89R_C0rfMDKhT4j4EpAyA9a37z3GOXuDHSF7lr_KB0EwLIwm4VRz1YMTX38Q/s1600/PP04h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8y0KEBv_qa42FviLntQ-CiWsVo7dvT7b3PRzW_v25RuE8OTW-zHrQg_C3iQ7xVWGA5TMDNBCYub7E5kT89R_C0rfMDKhT4j4EpAyA9a37z3GOXuDHSF7lr_KB0EwLIwm4VRz1YMTX38Q/s320/PP04h.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Another fave of mine, of a totally different style and type, is <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/10/roll-out-merrill.html" target="_blank">Miss Dina Merrill</a>. I love the cool, elegant looks she's sporting here. (This, however, remains my all-time favorite <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzNpak-W-2un38Fn3DlGtEU1bTHVaS7yyOlhiiD9FvSGYnaquf-ulJegGzqHI5LKrwMEKocP3qwxyxOuSoFQy31EwuffQ6z7N3-UxqNMspYTpIS08I2hlnZ_zx6yXrDeT_cctgx76OWpE/s1600-h/Dina01.JPG" target="_blank">photo</a> of Dina!)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgArFBosVu79njeeopmsd-tlUfRiIeuSD50Nojd2ZfqX343MkEjFwtakGtLArdtE5u86tZ04DVV5T250Ljo2cLvbROjwolzbAN90tMFBjjj2EiaDI_Gpwc_pOA3fbQPhW0J4OuhJedpoKg/s1600/PP01d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgArFBosVu79njeeopmsd-tlUfRiIeuSD50Nojd2ZfqX343MkEjFwtakGtLArdtE5u86tZ04DVV5T250Ljo2cLvbROjwolzbAN90tMFBjjj2EiaDI_Gpwc_pOA3fbQPhW0J4OuhJedpoKg/s320/PP01d.jpg" width="256" /></a></div>We just lost another cool and elegant star, Miss Joan Fontaine (at only age ninety-six!) How dare she go before I had a chance to profile her (though at the rate I've been going lately, a tribute from me often instigates the demise of the subject at hand!)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqv3jFLJZGL5v9zu0ZC2apAYrfb771WRCkmiwPfowYYmrnz3U0hrVK1IVZMNO-qwqUuu8Kd5Z3GU7pw2VDx-DTMkrkIFAKm2eq-v7NsFL4AcTfRlRoTRvJVokVEsyH-8L2ORzBVNho7lk/s1600/PP11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqv3jFLJZGL5v9zu0ZC2apAYrfb771WRCkmiwPfowYYmrnz3U0hrVK1IVZMNO-qwqUuu8Kd5Z3GU7pw2VDx-DTMkrkIFAKm2eq-v7NsFL4AcTfRlRoTRvJVokVEsyH-8L2ORzBVNho7lk/s320/PP11.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0L06obe_jy4dlhnXUgXLw-NHG80I3787CH9h3XJYnsypIeZ8JH3vMmAhG2jcN_MgOjmFdRrZXHTU76jGJdNbavsSmFWEpaBeJcBcEOQ_0uzEFK7WpTyksgDpR47tYBijhyphenhyphen7QSo7fYcsY/s1600/PP07f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0L06obe_jy4dlhnXUgXLw-NHG80I3787CH9h3XJYnsypIeZ8JH3vMmAhG2jcN_MgOjmFdRrZXHTU76jGJdNbavsSmFWEpaBeJcBcEOQ_0uzEFK7WpTyksgDpR47tYBijhyphenhyphen7QSo7fYcsY/s320/PP07f.JPG" width="215" /></a></div>I recently stumbled upon this deliberately old-fashioned photo of Lee Majors and his then-wife Farrah Fawcett-Majors, though it does aptly capture the spirit of their marriage. <i> The Six Million Dollar Man</i> wanted her home in the evenings, even though she was starring in a hit, time-consuming TV series of her own (<i>Charlie's Angels</i>, in case you have been under a rock.)<br /><br /><br /><br />This shot below, by the way, is my very favorite portrait of Fawcett. Hair for years!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBtViLTWpXjDuH-3bLXvc8K-xN6r9Bw3IpxfDAXbP_TIcqKNyHzk6VI_EfAXq8YdXDfFzhy70EGgJyoFK_SuzuMKzA5ROcbngqrsbksA6dQGBmXeSRCpBUKBSnLto0ltZvGy-eOY7-ZmE/s1600/PP08a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBtViLTWpXjDuH-3bLXvc8K-xN6r9Bw3IpxfDAXbP_TIcqKNyHzk6VI_EfAXq8YdXDfFzhy70EGgJyoFK_SuzuMKzA5ROcbngqrsbksA6dQGBmXeSRCpBUKBSnLto0ltZvGy-eOY7-ZmE/s320/PP08a.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>This post seems about the only one I can think of in which to share this picture of <b>Meet Me in St. Louis</b> (1944) star Margaret O'Brien all grown up and looking va-va-voom. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3hwv_1mYzSL9hK01KzbxZi72QsO1niN_MvtOsXcNjrE6u0HqbQjgs-o3Hw9-9ftM7czItrprv-j4-fvY2I6ohBL5DRX12WSPYpRdvci-EdyHM586_kzLYxh18hcW9BCpbvDfqDKpBOs/s1600/PP04f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3hwv_1mYzSL9hK01KzbxZi72QsO1niN_MvtOsXcNjrE6u0HqbQjgs-o3Hw9-9ftM7czItrprv-j4-fvY2I6ohBL5DRX12WSPYpRdvci-EdyHM586_kzLYxh18hcW9BCpbvDfqDKpBOs/s320/PP04f.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Not in any way va-va-voom, but unforgettable in other ways is Mary Astor, whose performance in <b>Return to Peyton Place</b> (1961) changed my life. I came up on this still photo of her long after I'd done a <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/10/miss-mary-astor-has-tendency-to-divide.html" target="_blank">tribute</a> to Miss A.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpIlEZ-1HOnw4O-aoRg9rKxWYtKMzQeEX9cVehHktm3veqqgsqFe4V1JK-xdaa_UIEUqDTdvFMoll48kZbCMURsTRAPIAQ3BoQ8pDtMK-ZVyzcerhkncCGGLpZyW6iVCDJ33jOcjNnqqg/s1600/PP05h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpIlEZ-1HOnw4O-aoRg9rKxWYtKMzQeEX9cVehHktm3veqqgsqFe4V1JK-xdaa_UIEUqDTdvFMoll48kZbCMURsTRAPIAQ3BoQ8pDtMK-ZVyzcerhkncCGGLpZyW6iVCDJ33jOcjNnqqg/s320/PP05h.jpg" width="252" /></a></div>I did a rather fun <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2013/05/momentous-loquations.html" target="_blank">photo essay</a> once about the meeting up of some very diverse people, but this shot came too late to make it in. Here, we see the bewigged Phyllis Diller and a purring Eartha Kitt hooking up at some event.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDI9cDe4Vo7P-Nulk-6H5IArkU7NUHYlxndCJRGlY2q9hP4nuAK__81Y078t6UmbJ0xz7UckuduHVDSbpVzgFywGzUSKskoVtjZFOsw7vN6HO0QkLFP2WyyaEaKb6pJmjUo7t8WSEcwKU/s1600/PP03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDI9cDe4Vo7P-Nulk-6H5IArkU7NUHYlxndCJRGlY2q9hP4nuAK__81Y078t6UmbJ0xz7UckuduHVDSbpVzgFywGzUSKskoVtjZFOsw7vN6HO0QkLFP2WyyaEaKb6pJmjUo7t8WSEcwKU/s320/PP03.jpg" width="160" /></a></div>I enjoy this picture of old friends Monica Lewis and Ava Gardner in between takes of <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-get-ready-to-rrruuuummmbbblle.html" target="_blank">Earthquake</a></b> (1974.) Note the artfully drawn trickle of blood on Miss Lewis' forehead! One of these days, I must go back over that movie a little bit more, the way I've done a couple of the <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2012/10/19-about-75.html" target="_blank">Airport</a></b> flicks.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyRrivCbR4hEA4FJqZNe9_by8I8w0CXMACYm-xZi3yxDcANu5kW2C1mUyBLv0jeHpoia1MjygzSvSSJGL4VqG05rtJe6V8Np0Xr1pvCXOl2MpuakDlry0lJg3sRBnylYOOattymgEv1TU/s1600/PP08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyRrivCbR4hEA4FJqZNe9_by8I8w0CXMACYm-xZi3yxDcANu5kW2C1mUyBLv0jeHpoia1MjygzSvSSJGL4VqG05rtJe6V8Np0Xr1pvCXOl2MpuakDlry0lJg3sRBnylYOOattymgEv1TU/s320/PP08.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Where else could I post this shot of Helen Mirren looking astonishing? Once the subject of Worst Dressed Lists and pointed barbs from Joan Rivers and others, Miss Mirren did a 180 and eventually emerged as one of the most beautifully-dressed ladies to walk any red carpet. This is my own favorite look of hers.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgztU_ICq-_4X-iWF33LqoEwg2Lw0BqYFp2A0S2gWT8gFqKTV_gRguEsijNPRbTprcmzjQ2g_3130qfc3Xms1sSKcF0ifIMSEy9QigDtr-6qrOMaIt_L74S5thK22bQxe3HWb67Qs7iK_w/s1600/PP04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgztU_ICq-_4X-iWF33LqoEwg2Lw0BqYFp2A0S2gWT8gFqKTV_gRguEsijNPRbTprcmzjQ2g_3130qfc3Xms1sSKcF0ifIMSEy9QigDtr-6qrOMaIt_L74S5thK22bQxe3HWb67Qs7iK_w/s320/PP04.jpg" width="162" /></a></div>Many of us vividly recall seeing Patty Duke boozily weaving through her house in<b> Valley of the Dolls</b> (1967) dressed in only a bra and slip, bellowing at the top of her lungs. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHvRVQ76ax9R0DA1rrp1rCAnQXz_juk3H3-H9D24GR1wsMfs_elfjAeuAqJz0z8PqZNe4Fdck9GRCrhWTzFLNe3p4dvBY0WKruRZOi6es1xithvja32xLQ_OmlCkelfTQProcUCQdstvg/s1600/PP07b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHvRVQ76ax9R0DA1rrp1rCAnQXz_juk3H3-H9D24GR1wsMfs_elfjAeuAqJz0z8PqZNe4Fdck9GRCrhWTzFLNe3p4dvBY0WKruRZOi6es1xithvja32xLQ_OmlCkelfTQProcUCQdstvg/s320/PP07b.jpg" width="203" /></a></div>Did you know that in 1980 she was at it again?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXDyjvLqxyIQ3nhU848ItJI1Vw9FKkBxCV9TrDwPM03JGK-k9QFJnysQ9mRqbAvXVd0FLPyTNl25e7TUxJMtonYlOMZ59PQwCnivUoXcOes6IwutnjrqzYOArphQMqc2L3LQuVrqRYF8/s1600/PP09d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXDyjvLqxyIQ3nhU848ItJI1Vw9FKkBxCV9TrDwPM03JGK-k9QFJnysQ9mRqbAvXVd0FLPyTNl25e7TUxJMtonYlOMZ59PQwCnivUoXcOes6IwutnjrqzYOArphQMqc2L3LQuVrqRYF8/s320/PP09d.JPG" width="244" /></a></div>In <i>The Babysitter</i>, she plays William Shatner's wife who comes undone and begins drinking heavily after the title character (Stephanie Zimbalist) starts causing all kinds of trouble through her machinations.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5vsUhwzOPsUHHb6ups7zKMwF-rIQP_HM17oXbK1He15j8QE9xibS57vcZXcilnzX58vcBKj-jx2juYnS_CqtPVWiZexsK-4QJZ_Bop024ZXTae6fbuSSM4fioAJ57sqLf4M0Whthmtt8/s1600/PP09b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5vsUhwzOPsUHHb6ups7zKMwF-rIQP_HM17oXbK1He15j8QE9xibS57vcZXcilnzX58vcBKj-jx2juYnS_CqtPVWiZexsK-4QJZ_Bop024ZXTae6fbuSSM4fioAJ57sqLf4M0Whthmtt8/s320/PP09b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Duke, dressed in a full slip, gets tanked up and starts to tear up the living room while screaming at the concerned, lisping daughter Quinn Cummings. Ah... some things never change!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdr0xqk_dhFTb15RHby9WDqqHTSD4m5vENtPiSm7k01kkPk97a7MJhm7bcStXKkEpVJSHaOVPC4XBMoCHiXOJCPtEbpcJ_p4wUmtl_ql56ID1HCPwVQnHldBMkXBQG7zptrLgZ_tvQ8jw/s1600/PP09c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdr0xqk_dhFTb15RHby9WDqqHTSD4m5vENtPiSm7k01kkPk97a7MJhm7bcStXKkEpVJSHaOVPC4XBMoCHiXOJCPtEbpcJ_p4wUmtl_ql56ID1HCPwVQnHldBMkXBQG7zptrLgZ_tvQ8jw/s320/PP09c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>And with that, Robbie Williams and I must alert you that this post has come to The End!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4hzwvYye3qwafHt-Fg4JqMz_TPZ3FKjE2d1v9lJ1zKV5dGYehj0yhoy0xo_sGKt_feNviqzU06KFD65Hl5U8TtlaQ57zfnHvi2vFIqcEH-pxBp_TBhpXJaZKtz3PRVD-aEBnOL8ht5Q/s1600/PP15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4hzwvYye3qwafHt-Fg4JqMz_TPZ3FKjE2d1v9lJ1zKV5dGYehj0yhoy0xo_sGKt_feNviqzU06KFD65Hl5U8TtlaQ57zfnHvi2vFIqcEH-pxBp_TBhpXJaZKtz3PRVD-aEBnOL8ht5Q/s320/PP15.JPG" width="183" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-68816942377525446192013-12-10T12:31:00.000-08:002014-02-11T00:27:11.621-08:00What Ever Happened to Jane, Baby?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHYR6upWrROq4Isb8B1dV7v4LG16J84A562TGSNwvSC38bqMCEUc0lcBMSzoiEAObdV7ciHJjCWZkQ6uIjif6H4OvKCL-9eEyDSSBp_rsFZFLEm458vHDRmZuNbjq0ZrcG_kZ6tTN5kM/s1600/BL05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHYR6upWrROq4Isb8B1dV7v4LG16J84A562TGSNwvSC38bqMCEUc0lcBMSzoiEAObdV7ciHJjCWZkQ6uIjif6H4OvKCL-9eEyDSSBp_rsFZFLEm458vHDRmZuNbjq0ZrcG_kZ6tTN5kM/s320/BL05.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In The Underworld, we adore vintage movie stars, but what we adore even more are the late-career films that once-hot cinema actresses felt the need to make as their place in the limelight shifted from glaring to dim. (Think Ava Gardner in <b>The Cassandra Crossing </b>or <b>The Sentinel</b>, Lauren Bacall in <b>The Fan</b> or Joan Crawford in <b>I Saw What You Did</b> or <b>Trog</b>, among countless other examples...) A real curio is the 1967 film <b>The Born Losers</b>, a biker gang flick that first introduced the world to the character of Billy Jack and which also provided a brief role for one-time movie sensation turned bra spokesperson, Miss Jane Russell.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbNkVwXqMiOrnQfdtY7WrSGUaw-JffgG6eKyb39tXMQLXPd_8xu9yapKCRpjDsyruSHiX7JHQJaLsNdMx4gi5UM-fxwtYiF6ywm1ZX3aTlakeV7v_p_2Ym2zAonbGLOWqpFlWdyfi0QE/s1600/BL00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbNkVwXqMiOrnQfdtY7WrSGUaw-JffgG6eKyb39tXMQLXPd_8xu9yapKCRpjDsyruSHiX7JHQJaLsNdMx4gi5UM-fxwtYiF6ywm1ZX3aTlakeV7v_p_2Ym2zAonbGLOWqpFlWdyfi0QE/s320/BL00.jpg" width="204" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The genesis of <b>The Born Losers</b> is rather fascinating. Tom Laughlin, a stocky young man for whom controversy was routine almost from the start, had been a college football running back before settling on a career in show business. He not only acted, but wrote and directed material, first penning a screenplay about his character Billy Jack way back in 1954. (Billy Jack was a part-Indian, ex-Green Beret peacemaker who happened to keep the peace by kicking the shit out of anyone who was stirring up trouble!) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmdb9gJ16YSjYaFNqSx5BGN0CvJDJXgLGnT227dmsJULPAdAcN9BSHSNmBVeIIfx57tKoKAKms0AKuHkrCF1zqgScBq_6hfcwKph5yxvvMOa3jx2XjjG-CT13MYgRHTYR2vIdPfOLcWg/s1600/BL10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmdb9gJ16YSjYaFNqSx5BGN0CvJDJXgLGnT227dmsJULPAdAcN9BSHSNmBVeIIfx57tKoKAKms0AKuHkrCF1zqgScBq_6hfcwKph5yxvvMOa3jx2XjjG-CT13MYgRHTYR2vIdPfOLcWg/s320/BL10.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzWJS9zDuIMHJTzgjpmQCPP0Bn-bc4RT0pI6NQQqORZHWMUkR4Em0SfGXGkhw5EgNL032v1TjEU9TXjyUzdfwVYDpFvbusI2FkTFk4dKuBakyxsy4ciPhxJcoep6fhAdlKUDYH_9G4owM/s1600/BL10a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzWJS9zDuIMHJTzgjpmQCPP0Bn-bc4RT0pI6NQQqORZHWMUkR4Em0SfGXGkhw5EgNL032v1TjEU9TXjyUzdfwVYDpFvbusI2FkTFk4dKuBakyxsy4ciPhxJcoep6fhAdlKUDYH_9G4owM/s200/BL10a.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As an actor, he worked in low-budget films such as <b>The Delinquents</b> (1957) as well as expensive studio fare like <b>Tea and Sympathy </b>(1956), <b>Lafayette Escadrille</b> and <b>South Pacific</b>(both 1958.) Always desiring to make his own movies and retain creative control over them, he saw many projects come and go without fruition, though occasionally one would be made (for precious little money, often his own.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFE9JhMJfQzXM2KMN03neeFTTdJCzwx351W8R5f3wi8fVedNqcPwmcyILiVtnM4vxRxBV-d266s2Rwj2Kq-JvF-wtcU1MOUM7khOs9keLfP-M48L2NFlTG3GwG7ZyiuOEG2WzWv1bI9sM/s1600/BL01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFE9JhMJfQzXM2KMN03neeFTTdJCzwx351W8R5f3wi8fVedNqcPwmcyILiVtnM4vxRxBV-d266s2Rwj2Kq-JvF-wtcU1MOUM7khOs9keLfP-M48L2NFlTG3GwG7ZyiuOEG2WzWv1bI9sM/s320/BL01.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He temporarily gave up show business in order to run a Montessori school with his wife since 1954 (Delores Taylor) from 1960 until its bankruptcy in 1965. He then, after a few more stops and starts, wanted to bring Billy Jack to the screen. However, in the mid-'60s there was a huge call for biker movies such as <b>Wild Angels</b> (1966) with Peter Fonda and <b>Devil's Angels </b>(1967) with Dennis Hopper, both released by American International Pictures. In order to ensure success, he helped concoct a biker movie called<b> The Born Losers</b>, but inserted the character of Billy Jack in it. This meant that the money earned from <b>Losers</b> could help to finance his ultimate dream project of the movie <b>Billy Jack</b>. (The iconic hat shown here would appear in movies after this first one, in which he sported a more traditional cowboy hat.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Zlr4TbrahPNlvY2vQTRpK3k0NRgFDOKegFTr8qR1DoorXgX4LTdMT6H-bqoD9hYSRzfc5aPLRxvyVju3Nyl8awDsusuV-9cmn5cfw8b2V9v8fyR90NDfPB1dgNCg2bnaq7-5aCTAtdE/s1600/BL01b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Zlr4TbrahPNlvY2vQTRpK3k0NRgFDOKegFTr8qR1DoorXgX4LTdMT6H-bqoD9hYSRzfc5aPLRxvyVju3Nyl8awDsusuV-9cmn5cfw8b2V9v8fyR90NDfPB1dgNCg2bnaq7-5aCTAtdE/s320/BL01b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Taking its cue from a real life 1964 incident in which some Hell's Angels were arrested for the rape of five teenage girls, Laughlin assembled a gaggle of gritty, hairy character actors to play a band of marauding motorcycle riders who butt up against the quietly strong and righteous Billy Jack in a small coastal town in California. Injustice escalates through the movie until it explodes into a climactic showdown, very much like a classic western, but with the outlaws as bikers and the hapless townspeople as... hapless townspeople.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggDqci8HDIPQG89EbRR4lb63GZ0WoTvFBDpFVJH6QcSVzIf6Tmgzzk6iSlO_mLaLob1R_HNuHx0bQqyHz4xMiIfnxqz1PKbUdApMJ_JEOwCkCkGzeY4JMBToKHlrsxcg5WkM3qDOUQSPs/s1600/BL00c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggDqci8HDIPQG89EbRR4lb63GZ0WoTvFBDpFVJH6QcSVzIf6Tmgzzk6iSlO_mLaLob1R_HNuHx0bQqyHz4xMiIfnxqz1PKbUdApMJ_JEOwCkCkGzeY4JMBToKHlrsxcg5WkM3qDOUQSPs/s320/BL00c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFNVJdWN1iK8yTd_9K8aNEh0VAtBQYOz299qPrlzH1209lQFevtLQLGJYBMg_HCS9IzMyt2rq2ycqkwHLjSyLE9uc_P5IAYX9lalpLq8D7VtBXAEJObL4DnMhzkml1zHo9ShHyZZxStDA/s1600/BL00g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFNVJdWN1iK8yTd_9K8aNEh0VAtBQYOz299qPrlzH1209lQFevtLQLGJYBMg_HCS9IzMyt2rq2ycqkwHLjSyLE9uc_P5IAYX9lalpLq8D7VtBXAEJObL4DnMhzkml1zHo9ShHyZZxStDA/s320/BL00g.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The movie (which Laughlin directed himself using a pseudonym) starts off with picturesque views of the sunset, the forest and a waterfall (which features a naked Laughlin showering under it!) He is then seen wandering the countryside where the ugly side of nature is revealed (in this case, a rabbit being torn apart and devoured by a predatory bird...)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdrEFz8bhKgeO9c3RoThp9y_XMDJiw7R30gGoDyW9eSS-TZGIstCDNOIz4PRbGLIvw-HanQVBWlt_jVXmTfoe_Nwe4HlAxfEH699NsXHRbGwN4fybnmkHWQ74IxW461NwauHaJd4zqAs/s1600/BL00f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdrEFz8bhKgeO9c3RoThp9y_XMDJiw7R30gGoDyW9eSS-TZGIstCDNOIz4PRbGLIvw-HanQVBWlt_jVXmTfoe_Nwe4HlAxfEH699NsXHRbGwN4fybnmkHWQ74IxW461NwauHaJd4zqAs/s320/BL00f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK-6rznFmZUBUBG6Z-QT3V_Qzn5wtmNOD0JBv3SXiEUeFvS5MERuZfLvGMhHt30Ioc-DCeVI8w3nHrk8FFd8ek-d7-509KvsVXwcWSGMciGHLknqcBBZdi-g9F-5qFaxZLad2uZ0q3Am4/s1600/BL00d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK-6rznFmZUBUBG6Z-QT3V_Qzn5wtmNOD0JBv3SXiEUeFvS5MERuZfLvGMhHt30Ioc-DCeVI8w3nHrk8FFd8ek-d7-509KvsVXwcWSGMciGHLknqcBBZdi-g9F-5qFaxZLad2uZ0q3Am4/s320/BL00d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In a town called Big Rock (actually a series of locations including Seal Beach, Huntington Beach, Big Sur and others), tourist season is in full swing and the streets are crowded with cars, wayward teens and a biker gang called The Born Losers. Things turn ugly fast when a young man in a Volkswagen accidentally bumps into the back of a cycle and then ignorantly refuses to apologize, even instigating a problem by insulting the rider (the gang's leader, Jeremy Slate.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggc-MYu0HA-3eGiVtGqZf5Pfwt7FAT0T39CPQzrvaisoouCuFTTopSX5RC0zY4Q7HiEqs_ajM4ENxwX5d4orco5qeXd1Vrwp6ejYxxEOkxCg-3jknive04JlZWt-_6nPMUBkvwCPFpeII/s1600/BL00e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggc-MYu0HA-3eGiVtGqZf5Pfwt7FAT0T39CPQzrvaisoouCuFTTopSX5RC0zY4Q7HiEqs_ajM4ENxwX5d4orco5qeXd1Vrwp6ejYxxEOkxCg-3jknive04JlZWt-_6nPMUBkvwCPFpeII/s320/BL00e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6axPmRPjlw8QdfO9uT7LzkpxeuMS1ClNYjlKzKrZBlw9Ir8j9Pnvh6f6x7tHA6KykjusKQEYSO8gqOwhiXoLNpjAgsKmsuGOaqWHXcMVqGJLmGNU1Cq4P-3YZPedw-V7Wzp0WSlOH30/s1600/BL02d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6axPmRPjlw8QdfO9uT7LzkpxeuMS1ClNYjlKzKrZBlw9Ir8j9Pnvh6f6x7tHA6KykjusKQEYSO8gqOwhiXoLNpjAgsKmsuGOaqWHXcMVqGJLmGNU1Cq4P-3YZPedw-V7Wzp0WSlOH30/s320/BL02d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Slate begins to pummel the heck out of the defenseless guy, who crawls from car to car, hoping for help that never comes. (This part of the story takes its cue from the infamous Kitty Genovese case in which neighbors heard and partially saw a murder taking place, yet refused to lift a finger in order to remain uninvolved in it.) By the way, I am convinced that this kid is played by familiar '70s face Sam Chew Jr, but there is no documentation about it anywhere that I could find!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqaCG821jEyuVQY9KTdUiFvfzqh70OZ9_euRk84IzXeqNB5rygFbYqQpizE7EKdF-EVu5HdfKLv76UOarDTKaznMr1qZw6ksri_w0-IPApAaBAA5WUJKRnasM-AVZ6gHxJoC7Ksj1sGwU/s1600/BL01a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqaCG821jEyuVQY9KTdUiFvfzqh70OZ9_euRk84IzXeqNB5rygFbYqQpizE7EKdF-EVu5HdfKLv76UOarDTKaznMr1qZw6ksri_w0-IPApAaBAA5WUJKRnasM-AVZ6gHxJoC7Ksj1sGwU/s320/BL01a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGXqs0z5vFFrKwGKPnF1pCaV1zXbig2YQPycffOWfVtnzY2PqpSKbsYt5ueqN0HkKgB_RGmU1j-xP1SXOht7ngKtrsfntZu0l8ZHkZIYZJt7kCFKZQy8e7QS64vYP5O1bVxJYdGHxROyU/s1600/BL01dd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGXqs0z5vFFrKwGKPnF1pCaV1zXbig2YQPycffOWfVtnzY2PqpSKbsYt5ueqN0HkKgB_RGmU1j-xP1SXOht7ngKtrsfntZu0l8ZHkZIYZJt7kCFKZQy8e7QS64vYP5O1bVxJYdGHxROyU/s320/BL01dd.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Eventually, he stumbles into a service station and asks the owner for a dime to call the police with, but is swiftly shown the door, even with the band of bikers hot on his trail. Laughlin happens to be in the waiting area and gives the kid the money, though it's not long before the bikers come in and drag their victim to a nearby alley for more punishment.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXISnvY9xr0CjXij0OtXKa43DPBdLQv6a5-OjVuqwX-MPh7RtBiDZ86CkIsbQ2AB8w_TirjXgt7eeD7WeOHyNoo1ERm49p46TLh0jMdyOAP5QjR0yLb-0EIH7uaqsLJkfshoEXVeD4YqE/s1600/BL03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXISnvY9xr0CjXij0OtXKa43DPBdLQv6a5-OjVuqwX-MPh7RtBiDZ86CkIsbQ2AB8w_TirjXgt7eeD7WeOHyNoo1ERm49p46TLh0jMdyOAP5QjR0yLb-0EIH7uaqsLJkfshoEXVeD4YqE/s320/BL03.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Laughlin is unable to tolerate seeing any more of this abuse and retrieves his shotgun from his jeep in order to put a halt to the incident. Just as he has squared off with the bikers, the police finally show up and arrest him for using the firearm! He's placed in jail and later is informed by a lawyer that he has to either serve 120 days in jail or pay a $1000 fine while the original perpetrators were given either 30 days in jail or a $50 fine!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhemeX0mw_v3O8O-NhcnlRWfRDZ40D3oLUukl4dSf-QumrpO0cXPLT07CDKlQ0pdOUlah7p_cxmMLfm793fuv7AEQXrgt2ht66DVkrtOjrV7Vvcj-C6lLHjf6OwAPrK0exXxI347HwYg6Y/s1600/BL03dd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="165" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhemeX0mw_v3O8O-NhcnlRWfRDZ40D3oLUukl4dSf-QumrpO0cXPLT07CDKlQ0pdOUlah7p_cxmMLfm793fuv7AEQXrgt2ht66DVkrtOjrV7Vvcj-C6lLHjf6OwAPrK0exXxI347HwYg6Y/s320/BL03dd.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He is then tormented by The Born Losers by having a sign that reads “No Indians Allowed” placed in his Jeep while it's parked in front of the gang's favorite watering hole, followed by one of his tires being slashed.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixEoO_wKleOBAxbWeKeQ27BGytD4yEBZ3MyTpMCerHLXi64RuvmRmKGcJ5UgQKbalg_S51K2uxL49Ao95dpiaf0LoOU5PCUI4Rm1ULIQpqvJJ1HLcKaxQiY3_txmMX2hCGfSPyjfPlcnk/s1600/BL02h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixEoO_wKleOBAxbWeKeQ27BGytD4yEBZ3MyTpMCerHLXi64RuvmRmKGcJ5UgQKbalg_S51K2uxL49Ao95dpiaf0LoOU5PCUI4Rm1ULIQpqvJJ1HLcKaxQiY3_txmMX2hCGfSPyjfPlcnk/s320/BL02h.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Slate, the otherwise vicious leader of the Losers, has a soft spot for his little brother Gordan Hoban. When he suddenly finds out that their father (Hoyt Clegg, a veteran of many TV and movie westerns) has been beating Hoban up again, he tears off on his cycle to the house where he encourages his brother to leave with him for good. Clegg in a fit of fury spits directly into Slate's face and Slate demonstrates his kinky loathing of authority by wiping the spit with his finger and then sucking it off!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBeD253AHEHqVwvzZNX1FhbToz-OL_gowdnvkOrzSFY5ybF9qSx9YwGDXblk-WqBBZKVccCurR3-LF2OT4kDztjRz-gsTtSPfve6Xu4MR1Z-45b-OIC4ArqGP3RlWu4ERx_Qw_CYzCjFk/s1600/BL03a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBeD253AHEHqVwvzZNX1FhbToz-OL_gowdnvkOrzSFY5ybF9qSx9YwGDXblk-WqBBZKVccCurR3-LF2OT4kDztjRz-gsTtSPfve6Xu4MR1Z-45b-OIC4ArqGP3RlWu4ERx_Qw_CYzCjFk/s320/BL03a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Little brother Hoban now begins to hang out with the gang regularly. Their chief idea of fun, however, seems to be squeezing snugly into a banquette and listening to music on a stolen reel-to-reel tape recorder! They also play a fair amount of pool.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJebQnEku_fiLQYIrTVK_CMqgAUujarnDISZjeOhQfcnkZhm_0dZ5W0IoyyHyua_8rX5J3WEMYm1bDSusZQ5IEPk8D8L65Lhh4t9l9olfhPJVlvIkH0_r4eynt6J2CdlKTYcyflybRhFQ/s1600/BL01e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJebQnEku_fiLQYIrTVK_CMqgAUujarnDISZjeOhQfcnkZhm_0dZ5W0IoyyHyua_8rX5J3WEMYm1bDSusZQ5IEPk8D8L65Lhh4t9l9olfhPJVlvIkH0_r4eynt6J2CdlKTYcyflybRhFQ/s320/BL01e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTH9usQyhxsnsJNx_07M178lX5QVGWNEHXwUVaOgYJY95raxpe9Cl_m0Wo8ddU_IrxJ83eGr9zOVMk8GQGcY9kO8b8PfR9HObiyd6iCE5nBa6Q5hbCBq8YOfcigk_vX9jIJeGdU4JbqGY/s1600/BL02a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTH9usQyhxsnsJNx_07M178lX5QVGWNEHXwUVaOgYJY95raxpe9Cl_m0Wo8ddU_IrxJ83eGr9zOVMk8GQGcY9kO8b8PfR9HObiyd6iCE5nBa6Q5hbCBq8YOfcigk_vX9jIJeGdU4JbqGY/s320/BL02a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Meanwhile, pert college student Elizabeth James (who also wrote the film's screenplay!) is excited to be flying from school to California where she plans to meet up with her absentee father. She is crushed to find out when she arrives at the airport that he is unable to be with her. She instead decides to ride her own motorcycle to the beach (resulting in the hilariously incongruous vision of a bikini-clad girl in a white kerchief zooming along the roads.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtdAUqKC2YugsIMUvzGqB8YNTQSl86XOhaJWF9tJtiRzMnP3vA5JfiQzlr44DQvARP-6blH8wvIgA11lgrTi4shQPuATX1-ekLKmvSs4TOpAX-0Pin4MlSw6gbLYQiDCgkvYx8RiiEHt4/s1600/BL00a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtdAUqKC2YugsIMUvzGqB8YNTQSl86XOhaJWF9tJtiRzMnP3vA5JfiQzlr44DQvARP-6blH8wvIgA11lgrTi4shQPuATX1-ekLKmvSs4TOpAX-0Pin4MlSw6gbLYQiDCgkvYx8RiiEHt4/s320/BL00a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6iqcU9PkkNr2E1V8T6LWi4UahgZ1zG-reWOnL0CxZfA7lxBKrdoUnrJiP-_f1PUfarBvpBKhMe_B8tKTmAcNXR633XXjIYMY41d6-Aa1zqjrC38-_us9BRKpmF_l3te7G6ZA3clb2KRA/s1600/BL03e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6iqcU9PkkNr2E1V8T6LWi4UahgZ1zG-reWOnL0CxZfA7lxBKrdoUnrJiP-_f1PUfarBvpBKhMe_B8tKTmAcNXR633XXjIYMY41d6-Aa1zqjrC38-_us9BRKpmF_l3te7G6ZA3clb2KRA/s320/BL03e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">She has the terrible bad luck of attracting the gang during a road race they are taking part in. They pursue her relentlessly, even using that old west trick of switching the direction of a sign so that she'll end up heading down a dead end street and be cornered by them. Like much of the rest of this movie, this segment has a particularly western feel as she turns on her bike to see a whole row of threatening bikers facing her down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVeB10D3uNMFFIJLEOP2qlU5uphN8iX5WjR6Rj5BDdWGvKYFk2Sj6ZXx9hPHhikwFgjUftqEtK1U9DEq8CcwmP9ST7fWB6uM5xx_RQElFrgtsoVeeCAOAU2snR2GU7Zz6LRW_d-_jrN3Q/s1600/BL04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVeB10D3uNMFFIJLEOP2qlU5uphN8iX5WjR6Rj5BDdWGvKYFk2Sj6ZXx9hPHhikwFgjUftqEtK1U9DEq8CcwmP9ST7fWB6uM5xx_RQElFrgtsoVeeCAOAU2snR2GU7Zz6LRW_d-_jrN3Q/s320/BL04.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9OFzfFwX9_4Vw6yGczERTjtH9Y8fR-hnUqsM8J9yFn0fo516XLGJzctaJ0BQfgR7yksvkpTBCifFF63KCmnH6y1oWWXdxRfv6CpL4GvAbUcHuIEV-pieETQdPAnaD9ngiNDbkmgXhz8/s1600/BL03f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9OFzfFwX9_4Vw6yGczERTjtH9Y8fR-hnUqsM8J9yFn0fo516XLGJzctaJ0BQfgR7yksvkpTBCifFF63KCmnH6y1oWWXdxRfv6CpL4GvAbUcHuIEV-pieETQdPAnaD9ngiNDbkmgXhz8/s320/BL03f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7fEgCQaheKpZZir_KnluRjqjt97xUWLx4jcandwwioTJaems9bg_Rby2ewTVMLEbj-4lay9c16aPBwtbfCoE71xvbAXeJmqi2uGUZ1QRXfNgqqlZft55bvilulcN1OxNELVlPt3e7YIY/s1600/BL04a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7fEgCQaheKpZZir_KnluRjqjt97xUWLx4jcandwwioTJaems9bg_Rby2ewTVMLEbj-4lay9c16aPBwtbfCoE71xvbAXeJmqi2uGUZ1QRXfNgqqlZft55bvilulcN1OxNELVlPt3e7YIY/s320/BL04a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">They cause her to fall down a hill into the sand, but she is rescued by a biker chick whose intentions aren't particularly clear. Half out of naivete and half out of plans to go along with them until she can get clear of them, she accompanies the gang back to their headquarters, a multi-room dive with plenty of beer and plenty of mattresses. There, the various members describe to her how she can become one of their “mamas.” This initiation involves sleeping with every single male on the premises, one after the other!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgruDj26d7u5hQQOTJFbCEcnyGmTiU36gthyphenhyphen3824xiGeHfeMomgbN2dtKoecScqs81fuu43ot1dhB00COcVX3ta1Vj_6jjLuv0iDLaRImaGhF62_s6E-G3We2j70DE2FH5OKgfsM106JZk/s1600/BL04b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgruDj26d7u5hQQOTJFbCEcnyGmTiU36gthyphenhyphen3824xiGeHfeMomgbN2dtKoecScqs81fuu43ot1dhB00COcVX3ta1Vj_6jjLuv0iDLaRImaGhF62_s6E-G3We2j70DE2FH5OKgfsM106JZk/s320/BL04b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHt0iVbgnjVvbfzTM7BbOZu_FuJaWwdInM6QD-GgGiHtYNruIxwrz7WcJv3EVL5jcC95iuuXNg_tEtnmUkJpcllHh7LubW0xSbAeapPjbsPqIDfTBYQBozfPWdWlYYviwKr-tMas82J-M/s1600/BL04d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHt0iVbgnjVvbfzTM7BbOZu_FuJaWwdInM6QD-GgGiHtYNruIxwrz7WcJv3EVL5jcC95iuuXNg_tEtnmUkJpcllHh7LubW0xSbAeapPjbsPqIDfTBYQBozfPWdWlYYviwKr-tMas82J-M/s320/BL04d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">During this, a couple of the local girls are shown either screaming, running or zoning out on drugs, having been picked up beforehand for the same sexual purposes. By now, James is duly petrified, but puts up a brave front in order to plot her escape. She acts as if she's got some great drugs in her bike and asks to go outside and fetch them. Even though she's given a burly escort (Edwin Cook as a character called “Crabs”), she manages to get away, taking flight on her cycle.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHx6wfXrc0EHwIIQmJIL8kGe2SWdAHLOln6JjRICB702f7xfqNzvG1ho97160HRihNuV6WjEjhyphenhypheneqK2ByiYnuv1HQkClKsdh3MLLBQ8_BW64TSUY-i1b6hd6cyqpLl21N5I334_cpGdmg/s1600/BL03d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHx6wfXrc0EHwIIQmJIL8kGe2SWdAHLOln6JjRICB702f7xfqNzvG1ho97160HRihNuV6WjEjhyphenhypheneqK2ByiYnuv1HQkClKsdh3MLLBQ8_BW64TSUY-i1b6hd6cyqpLl21N5I334_cpGdmg/s320/BL03d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Trouble is, Cook fiddled with the mechanics of the bike and it quickly begins to sputter to a stop while the bikers are in hot pursuit of her. She takes to the hills in her bikini and go-go boots (and just as with the first guy is turned away by disinterested residents) until a couple of the gang members find her and rape her.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1apBS3lWXs1TU0ync5GRR9AqQ3rhPhyphenhyphenccQ_FnROV8fxCbW5hSAjgWlQ8OZW5SUTP759r3eFtjMewlN6jhvPW527z40f4zmXk85kvqC0zoR0_8R5sPFLEL0B_6kNWQwKjUyVHHx134X0/s1600/BL02g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1apBS3lWXs1TU0ync5GRR9AqQ3rhPhyphenhyphenccQ_FnROV8fxCbW5hSAjgWlQ8OZW5SUTP759r3eFtjMewlN6jhvPW527z40f4zmXk85kvqC0zoR0_8R5sPFLEL0B_6kNWQwKjUyVHHx134X0/s320/BL02g.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In the wake of all this debauchery, news footage reveals that four different girls, including James, were assaulted and charges have been filed against the bikers. Unless the girls agree to testify, however, the charges won't stick. Whether it be from shame or fear or illness, the girls are generally averse to testifying in court, a situation the bikers see fit to exacerbate by terrorizing them all further!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1nO9hdJslYa-89a14X3uleSVMMLQBvCo5gG8pRimCDlCs6N7eM78AH4iht8tlA5fWkcvuu9MiXLgjnumByx_wS-OkkTPWHIBDyVYZqAUcbkOOemT-cC7FojEWWjDrDXZ5gcxjMmOvXg/s1600/BL04e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1nO9hdJslYa-89a14X3uleSVMMLQBvCo5gG8pRimCDlCs6N7eM78AH4iht8tlA5fWkcvuu9MiXLgjnumByx_wS-OkkTPWHIBDyVYZqAUcbkOOemT-cC7FojEWWjDrDXZ5gcxjMmOvXg/s320/BL04e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Here we finally get to meet Jane Russell as the flowsy, flunky, floozie of a mother to one of the victims. Russell, in a deliciously tight and tawdry dress, which, like her, is fraying along the edges in spots, is shown getting ready for a night of “work” at a local restaurant. She's got it all going on, from thick false eyelashes to massive rhinestone earrings to strappy CFM shoes.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVhTwYjcPtfecn39vwiaZp58i3q-qn_4SzPCsB5UYfv_24Aa3TT9sTTmHtEZczxK1Tc1rfFkTPiENLP7_INMunm8w4iZPrrKycxYPPM2iT_0t35FThtv8nBI9N42sWQmkf0dxau0qeJQY/s1600/BL04f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVhTwYjcPtfecn39vwiaZp58i3q-qn_4SzPCsB5UYfv_24Aa3TT9sTTmHtEZczxK1Tc1rfFkTPiENLP7_INMunm8w4iZPrrKycxYPPM2iT_0t35FThtv8nBI9N42sWQmkf0dxau0qeJQY/s320/BL04f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">While she's getting herself together in the ramshackle house she shares with her daughter (Janice Miller, who looks more like a young Demi Moore than Demi Moore herself did!), she's surrounded by tacky framed pictures of faded beauty queens and boxes of leopard print undergarments. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIXDmwm2e_aJP1ZaC4r6NKDJ_yIGVnJW3GDoZSNF7zWritap_ZUC8lifWstUPSw3OtiumQAKPWiQ02d31ebar86YIb1ETEB_FGvmNw1IhKTGuJvoRzm9EfEd-13W-KAs0dRfMHroVAUQ/s1600/BL05c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIXDmwm2e_aJP1ZaC4r6NKDJ_yIGVnJW3GDoZSNF7zWritap_ZUC8lifWstUPSw3OtiumQAKPWiQ02d31ebar86YIb1ETEB_FGvmNw1IhKTGuJvoRzm9EfEd-13W-KAs0dRfMHroVAUQ/s320/BL05c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Miller, in a chief example of Russell's motherly attributes and influences, is sitting in a chair reading the covers of record albums with titles such as “Music for Strippers” and “Music to Strip By!” She gets a big sloppy goodbye kiss from Russell that leaves a gargantuan lipstick stain on her cheek. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfotUPLJO5ZGT2t7FJJf5263Hp6Qm8uWBOIg2OyEEe3VZ_U3oro8ebHz96hLnPSp0i0qndnAOhTsTaaGmz5fBWShuxn9KoD6SjvQ1vHyd1KzRQaQjNXwfFetryJeCKVhCD2Equ39zZciA/s1600/BL05d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfotUPLJO5ZGT2t7FJJf5263Hp6Qm8uWBOIg2OyEEe3VZ_U3oro8ebHz96hLnPSp0i0qndnAOhTsTaaGmz5fBWShuxn9KoD6SjvQ1vHyd1KzRQaQjNXwfFetryJeCKVhCD2Equ39zZciA/s320/BL05d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3B_leH66TOKbNzA5PkG7bJcZx94ttw9DUe5mY2qtnvlV3bqm8mweiiSZs5CkcxLebSnPjDRBebfNzI4g5dJlxNOAtMf_GxEYP_-k2pPOLx_VpSqHm0SE4E1mUCh9r8_kHbPUjOpvHVhA/s1600/BL05e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3B_leH66TOKbNzA5PkG7bJcZx94ttw9DUe5mY2qtnvlV3bqm8mweiiSZs5CkcxLebSnPjDRBebfNzI4g5dJlxNOAtMf_GxEYP_-k2pPOLx_VpSqHm0SE4E1mUCh9r8_kHbPUjOpvHVhA/s320/BL05e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Then once alone, and like all recent victims of rape, she puts on one of the bump 'n grind albums and begins to gyrate around the room. The electricity suddenly goes out, but she goes outside to fix that, then comes back in to perfect her stripper moves. Once down to a bra and lacy black panties, she turns around to be confronted by a passel of bikers who have gained entry to the house and are bent on attacking her again!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHE_Zh1Dff_atOKms1dbS7EAvrzACJ_bd3XXJb867OLWSE944NGSRy7AYbX9eCT_9pVrMGNEoV5v6xzIbenGW9CBjLOL8rfKEEAdUH3AS0KIzx-80VcUICJPebh_3nZwvM8ShqITv-nEQ/s1600/BL05f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHE_Zh1Dff_atOKms1dbS7EAvrzACJ_bd3XXJb867OLWSE944NGSRy7AYbX9eCT_9pVrMGNEoV5v6xzIbenGW9CBjLOL8rfKEEAdUH3AS0KIzx-80VcUICJPebh_3nZwvM8ShqITv-nEQ/s320/BL05f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Next, we see that she is reduced to a catatonic, thumb-sucking simpleton whose mama is fired up. Russell berates the police detectives for their inability to protect her daughter, hilariously removing just one of her false eyelashes during the verbal barrage. Then she takes the remaining one off and tosses it at the sheepish policeman. Finally, she gets so agitated that she demands that they leave her house, orders them to get out and get out NOW! However, when they are railroaded into the bedroom instead of out the front door, she loses it and begins to cackle outrageously at the sheer lunacy of the situation, the camera being careful to stay on her and catch every garish moment of her roaring, tear-stained face.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc3shW4l5ENb3Ne7N2pGfXYFBnABJjsij251B4kDjMpeWPCQDlk1FzP0DhnKWTSUsCjc01SJQl-BABDqC6JqRRnUsWOFqmzjnvUyMO4UP7vhyORrdEcnVTXHSbKXlD0VmLZG56fmgGrA8/s1600/BL06c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc3shW4l5ENb3Ne7N2pGfXYFBnABJjsij251B4kDjMpeWPCQDlk1FzP0DhnKWTSUsCjc01SJQl-BABDqC6JqRRnUsWOFqmzjnvUyMO4UP7vhyORrdEcnVTXHSbKXlD0VmLZG56fmgGrA8/s320/BL06c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPrt900YCnWfeYr5QI1sUOMNhJ60vTsJj9P_376VqFI80eKSW8MSgPsnyYpmMF1bj81fEUkHpz5lsAx36B1OLyQXA4Om4yDsVgSzu-Mc9ySNOfG85a5VkEfDp4PRhscyTnlWgM2ysYHHQ/s1600/BL06d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPrt900YCnWfeYr5QI1sUOMNhJ60vTsJj9P_376VqFI80eKSW8MSgPsnyYpmMF1bj81fEUkHpz5lsAx36B1OLyQXA4Om4yDsVgSzu-Mc9ySNOfG85a5VkEfDp4PRhscyTnlWgM2ysYHHQ/s200/BL06d.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">James, stuck in the hospital after her own assault, is about to be released, but not before encountering a phonily cheery, heavily made-up nurse who she manages to put in her place by calling her out on the baby talk she's been using with her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrhRKj9Idf-k2lH7euB8W6qHQPgpGNQeZ-d4tZ0W4IPj45SgpfsZYjVm19BBU5nu03-SLb2W2s73DghpdPgOmNJE3yVe8DpgWf4vGBGmEfUcgD8nW6kjcqjMNwKv2dX_QiYNn3ZUZe0Mo/s1600/BL04c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrhRKj9Idf-k2lH7euB8W6qHQPgpGNQeZ-d4tZ0W4IPj45SgpfsZYjVm19BBU5nu03-SLb2W2s73DghpdPgOmNJE3yVe8DpgWf4vGBGmEfUcgD8nW6kjcqjMNwKv2dX_QiYNn3ZUZe0Mo/s320/BL04c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhp74YiET7lKeLVxQvmuRemSJ9xfBw5uIkFDwb-lPEHHphbUCVZKhWczvR_yZUkAlmPCvU6a3lBYSuU-_xa4OOlvT90RUdFQ4r45Z9NDLdm_rXLeqUUrYphOBQX158Eu6yDl2L9xbBYiQ/s1600/BL06e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhp74YiET7lKeLVxQvmuRemSJ9xfBw5uIkFDwb-lPEHHphbUCVZKhWczvR_yZUkAlmPCvU6a3lBYSuU-_xa4OOlvT90RUdFQ4r45Z9NDLdm_rXLeqUUrYphOBQX158Eu6yDl2L9xbBYiQ/s320/BL06e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Placed in “police protection” in a nearby motel until the hearing can be arranged, James is instead terrorized once more by members of the gang and it is again up to Laughlin to come to the defense of one of their victims. He has a showdown with several of them in the parking lot of the motel/restaurant and proceeds to take the weary James up to his mountain-top airstream trailer retreat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWG_JHwTj83vL0U2u-fPSulE1jqYIfNHy4lgq10QkoxLxWkiXJZUUKdWj2xtpZxdLf4LtqjX7GcA1m4z6tg8qtXGqg5yuBxyvoDBoz87KKs7PzKgqkDBZQ5VHGesXYc1y8qpFlvYKzOzk/s1600/BL07c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWG_JHwTj83vL0U2u-fPSulE1jqYIfNHy4lgq10QkoxLxWkiXJZUUKdWj2xtpZxdLf4LtqjX7GcA1m4z6tg8qtXGqg5yuBxyvoDBoz87KKs7PzKgqkDBZQ5VHGesXYc1y8qpFlvYKzOzk/s320/BL07c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbH7qiKE0r1Q7nCkCFDd6QA09qa-RbYtlEP2bolI0cue_x8Fu5-P_nygK0DQh84t2UJQV5wBpLfi693Rrx9zZ3dtEGB7Vtkpd1QL12UyIWQ82jOM6DZij166eLYxUJL_eZRyuZut2xNZ8/s1600/BL07d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="116" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbH7qiKE0r1Q7nCkCFDd6QA09qa-RbYtlEP2bolI0cue_x8Fu5-P_nygK0DQh84t2UJQV5wBpLfi693Rrx9zZ3dtEGB7Vtkpd1QL12UyIWQ82jOM6DZij166eLYxUJL_eZRyuZut2xNZ8/s200/BL07d.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Next comes my favorite, favorite scene in the movie, one which caused it to be unforgettable to me! The bikers are hanging out in their favorite dive, when Jeff Cooper (as a character called “Gangrene”) comes bursting in excitedly.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikjdsbu4CTNTC_u7xYkzLg-BumkjIwLQSwTAELyUoYUKt1J4i4i682ytxwYNcpH1JNJ4RWPH6ciFmTGUgkwpKSOvhhUvVgpZw-QCRZX7Sycv9hwL1lDmpfEl2cbsuXisUq1sGt2gHNj1o/s1600/BL07e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikjdsbu4CTNTC_u7xYkzLg-BumkjIwLQSwTAELyUoYUKt1J4i4i682ytxwYNcpH1JNJ4RWPH6ciFmTGUgkwpKSOvhhUvVgpZw-QCRZX7Sycv9hwL1lDmpfEl2cbsuXisUq1sGt2gHNj1o/s320/BL07e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He lowers his head in order to give one of his male biker buddies a quick kiss on the mouth before heading over to Slate's table. He's elated over having gotten James out of her “police-protected” motel room and Slate's having cut the wires and put sugar in the gas tank of a police car.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Hurtling himself up onto the table, he relays his news to Slate and gleefully asks for him to “plant one on me.”</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtv0eMv1F2ytpNg9HgK05Vb9kY3oCsOHkCqyMvWya-Bw_t8NuZYjvG_D0urNK2rqkWZMlPcm4vCTLHTjcAXexsOdSgVTz5o7ezMQnHfv1qG6BOjOuqbVJH9yAKqrMULjruSm47_YSn0w4/s1600/BL07f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtv0eMv1F2ytpNg9HgK05Vb9kY3oCsOHkCqyMvWya-Bw_t8NuZYjvG_D0urNK2rqkWZMlPcm4vCTLHTjcAXexsOdSgVTz5o7ezMQnHfv1qG6BOjOuqbVJH9yAKqrMULjruSm47_YSn0w4/s320/BL07f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Slate is happy to oblige and crouches down to give Cooper (who sports a positively rippled hairy chest) a pretty decent kiss on the lips.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsmdurRxOxHzX2nSZVtQ_X7Q7S6jHKx9ab87PhDTxhhRjIRvsCBSOceC4rJvz83n4s2fBfdmQkZgkekzJPLfit3RLbkDWb6if0O2SLPGz9mSwONRMYj6hZj_5qXHcacEyNoOUvPXobNZM/s1600/BL07g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsmdurRxOxHzX2nSZVtQ_X7Q7S6jHKx9ab87PhDTxhhRjIRvsCBSOceC4rJvz83n4s2fBfdmQkZgkekzJPLfit3RLbkDWb6if0O2SLPGz9mSwONRMYj6hZj_5qXHcacEyNoOUvPXobNZM/s320/BL07g.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Cooper isn't at all satisfied with this and says, “No man, a big one!” With this, Slate sticks out his tongue and begins a considerable French kiss with Cooper that Cooper is reluctant to end!! Cooper has Slate in a virtual headlock and doesn't want to let go.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrYtbgq9It0EcnEi55LbnuBhDbYnbJQQyu0_-aZkgi8n9Hj65VYvZ6L6bJjaq5Pw0v2gkeLJLHzlXSRRCG7_M2McQpPhQX462oZwoEYgnEzvO36dp28HYYX0yTVOOAoZplWLTPB3EwgsM/s1600/BL08c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="114" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrYtbgq9It0EcnEi55LbnuBhDbYnbJQQyu0_-aZkgi8n9Hj65VYvZ6L6bJjaq5Pw0v2gkeLJLHzlXSRRCG7_M2McQpPhQX462oZwoEYgnEzvO36dp28HYYX0yTVOOAoZplWLTPB3EwgsM/s320/BL08c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">When the moment has finally passed, Cooper throws his legs up in the air and whirls off the table, leaving Slate to finish his beer and cigar (his hat having flown off to who knows where!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwx7Zhz92giK3mnJsqMhvXhTxa2jPigfekUaB_6yaf8z8AY8Xqtyb3tsSPONDvWISXOBNHiKO6no6DD_tRbeDQVx1xHwZUNNwyffTcK5jqFkiAzIL3YM4jha7NW_WzdGMQkukDBUmljCU/s1600/BL08d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwx7Zhz92giK3mnJsqMhvXhTxa2jPigfekUaB_6yaf8z8AY8Xqtyb3tsSPONDvWISXOBNHiKO6no6DD_tRbeDQVx1xHwZUNNwyffTcK5jqFkiAzIL3YM4jha7NW_WzdGMQkukDBUmljCU/s320/BL08d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Z-Wd4Bd2OFqHGsYa3aS4ycZORXDUdjW3FG_nHDwGOu1wWZG-dcdyDVLrnCPhcLrkcnH4WQcID-f47PavWlosrIoNWtQFZUo1voQRVl7ctTTJVF7i-GKi6SLOGsZNwelcX6s-1Mxmd8Y/s1600/BL08e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Z-Wd4Bd2OFqHGsYa3aS4ycZORXDUdjW3FG_nHDwGOu1wWZG-dcdyDVLrnCPhcLrkcnH4WQcID-f47PavWlosrIoNWtQFZUo1voQRVl7ctTTJVF7i-GKi6SLOGsZNwelcX6s-1Mxmd8Y/s320/BL08e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The actor Slate had no clue that that second kiss was coming. Cooper and Laughlin had decided to spring it on him to see how it played out and he obediently went along with it. However, he was so taken aback by it that he couldn't help but begin to smile in shock, followed by a moment in which the startled performer tries to take a drink of his beer WHILE his cigar is still in his mouth!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcY6BoIFHARUlsTDve_AQKzwJkc8ObDwGWXMpxW_5ALRNS9ANFCB2nRneTMM3R68-3xAgzxUX1PDbETXS2UE8zWld12qHXa48XkGvXrWESItPSQNk2BV_IdUn5uUjpjkEN5EbWr9k4xGY/s1600/BL08f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcY6BoIFHARUlsTDve_AQKzwJkc8ObDwGWXMpxW_5ALRNS9ANFCB2nRneTMM3R68-3xAgzxUX1PDbETXS2UE8zWld12qHXa48XkGvXrWESItPSQNk2BV_IdUn5uUjpjkEN5EbWr9k4xGY/s320/BL08f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">With James now ensconced up at Laughlin's compound, she is approached by one of the victim's parents who wants her to testify. His own daughter is catatonic since the rape and as a result is powerless to do anything herself. James just wants the whole miserable mess to be behind her.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRP5l5pacYuP_rMPQ7_T41BUbkcOnq36K7SvIrWJ3zLQIXBsNrmYwLLMitblSDqfov1GUunDCWQpr18SLR-DBvbR7SWrSq2uJyevETBcAFXcc7RKHEz8ySPVLjI7ITP7EN61zEGAhUXsE/s1600/BL09c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRP5l5pacYuP_rMPQ7_T41BUbkcOnq36K7SvIrWJ3zLQIXBsNrmYwLLMitblSDqfov1GUunDCWQpr18SLR-DBvbR7SWrSq2uJyevETBcAFXcc7RKHEz8ySPVLjI7ITP7EN61zEGAhUXsE/s320/BL09c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Slate continues to be at odds with the law, with the town deputy Jack Starrett threatening him over the destruction of his police car. In one of many homoerotically suggestive moments in the movie, this shot shows Starett placing a very phallic baton next to Slate's mouth.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7wHas8tnjwZZ-VFZI4ZMDu7hMc_v2iZ1Gzu-LMTVTNTYpOuftPmJXfMXl2RqGxZqvlb0zT7nwnAmyv6n-yKfcM9BdHMhjIYnQBYqHAO72HoGiQEocnAvs-uqDWmHndxMD2RGcnxsTn3E/s1600/BL09d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7wHas8tnjwZZ-VFZI4ZMDu7hMc_v2iZ1Gzu-LMTVTNTYpOuftPmJXfMXl2RqGxZqvlb0zT7nwnAmyv6n-yKfcM9BdHMhjIYnQBYqHAO72HoGiQEocnAvs-uqDWmHndxMD2RGcnxsTn3E/s320/BL09d.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The parents of the rape victims are a cross-section of crisply-dressed and coiffed, detached citizens who are too caught up in the quagmire of their own societal issues and personal proprieties to do anything about the increasingly threatening gaggle of bikers who have all but taken over their town.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Mx4eS0jUCd6gyt1Hn_0OJqeCoErLqpZKugSqrfbYfJXra5UmAKneFHiBsIQZh-HXjF7xMFxunXtmAS7BEeQDX9GME2Kdw2ROx4DFu38BImUm6LfCF420c6GKNdLXM6tvn37BjJUDiTk/s1600/BL03c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Mx4eS0jUCd6gyt1Hn_0OJqeCoErLqpZKugSqrfbYfJXra5UmAKneFHiBsIQZh-HXjF7xMFxunXtmAS7BEeQDX9GME2Kdw2ROx4DFu38BImUm6LfCF420c6GKNdLXM6tvn37BjJUDiTk/s320/BL03c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinpz8GhCc0a_A3anNcv-cYPROA-0anFZw90CPOKgNO1q1zrVADne69BS1D-4NR-QQDescOlYcytBaIcazJidl1W9CoQzX90AKIK-oGwhkkmCPzQRrlD8RahthK0VIlGZ2guBXOoBhl5LE/s1600/BL09e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinpz8GhCc0a_A3anNcv-cYPROA-0anFZw90CPOKgNO1q1zrVADne69BS1D-4NR-QQDescOlYcytBaIcazJidl1W9CoQzX90AKIK-oGwhkkmCPzQRrlD8RahthK0VIlGZ2guBXOoBhl5LE/s320/BL09e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">One night when James is fast asleep by a campfire, Laughlin creeps away and rides into town to let Slate know that he is going to handle things himself. As he enters the bar, Cook asks him a question that he's been asking practically everyone around him, “Why don't we hop in the shower together?”!! Though he does look like he could use a good scrubbing, no one takes him up on it.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisoo4WCfoUVy3MlCJ3ESieLhew_rku114h4rIj3I0XYH1ffLeZOJ-WzVsG4xaSr4zdGzzvn7q5Uk2WJGxHKn1IGWP9Ed1iCRgDeQK0PZtYk64ZyLqX-fNUV9Ope38ap1nmWJSd9u24Jio/s1600/bl09F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisoo4WCfoUVy3MlCJ3ESieLhew_rku114h4rIj3I0XYH1ffLeZOJ-WzVsG4xaSr4zdGzzvn7q5Uk2WJGxHKn1IGWP9Ed1iCRgDeQK0PZtYk64ZyLqX-fNUV9Ope38ap1nmWJSd9u24Jio/s320/bl09F.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Laughlin and Slate then square off over a drink with Laughlin placing one of Slate's ever-present lit cigars in between their forearms to see who can stand the burning the longest without flinching. Once Laughlin exits, Slate rubs his arm in obvious discomfort while Cook sidles up and, once more, asks the men around him if they would like to take a shower together!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2uNA5JMQXT7-kvbWbgTJLYaeoZSAzdzj_nuo9moq5G8YqMGSeEPArORsNpUMyOXFxL5tqFuh77NWZHc8W4aAktZHvf16Z8gtNqn8b1W4Eqw7h0mzS655Z3eLz0Dgknr-I0R0_vxlOKjQ/s1600/BL09g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2uNA5JMQXT7-kvbWbgTJLYaeoZSAzdzj_nuo9moq5G8YqMGSeEPArORsNpUMyOXFxL5tqFuh77NWZHc8W4aAktZHvf16Z8gtNqn8b1W4Eqw7h0mzS655Z3eLz0Dgknr-I0R0_vxlOKjQ/s320/BL09g.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Laughlin is attempting to get James out of town and is gassing up at a local station when the Losers come teeming in to stop him. They torment the ostensibly peaceful Laughlin by filling his cowboy hat with gasoline until he snaps and begins to use martial arts moves on Cooper. He next covers Cooper in gasoline, threatening to light him on fire until he and James can escape.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4-pjVc93o5Xzqf8k_1bTil4dAn-fBu3PQUFdvgA-pznfA_UIq32ZlDRnap6Q5591AhjUp1LDB9WLB2uYs1gVMF-uozBpFfZcDmohvPT66uS9VF8srIv8RWVMVAD4FIMdEmWHPa6Ax6c/s1600/BL09h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4-pjVc93o5Xzqf8k_1bTil4dAn-fBu3PQUFdvgA-pznfA_UIq32ZlDRnap6Q5591AhjUp1LDB9WLB2uYs1gVMF-uozBpFfZcDmohvPT66uS9VF8srIv8RWVMVAD4FIMdEmWHPa6Ax6c/s320/BL09h.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The escape doesn't last long, though, and soon James is back in the bikers' grasp for a violent finale. The gang has not only got her in their clutches, with an eye toward yet another sexual assault, but they also have the catatonic blonde girl again, too. Everything comes to a head as Laughlin struggles to save the girls and defeat the out-of-control biker gang. There's even something of a surprise twist ending regarding one of the rape victims. (Laughlin looks kinda bulgy in his jeans here, so I've added another shot.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhsBNR-rnOrU1rxdwSGKf4WzShIQkzovViZKNMymQAUM1QBItxNZeUhi7FptWiBlzutW601h6MR62erXFKcVBV7NhU-_te2ZWIMrzVwCjTLbXetn_kAmWlYoTPFqbz3to_udWtGK_9Fvo/s1600/BL07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhsBNR-rnOrU1rxdwSGKf4WzShIQkzovViZKNMymQAUM1QBItxNZeUhi7FptWiBlzutW601h6MR62erXFKcVBV7NhU-_te2ZWIMrzVwCjTLbXetn_kAmWlYoTPFqbz3to_udWtGK_9Fvo/s320/BL07.jpg" width="210" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>The Born Losers</b> was shot for $160,000 (and taking that into consideration is remarkably attractive to look out, thanks to some very appealing Big Sur scenery), but during post-production Laughlin ran out of money and was compelled to let American International Pictures buy out the initial investors and pour additional funds into the movie in order to get it into releasable shape and promote it. The final tally was about $400,000. Anyone worried about recouping their dough needn't have worried. The flick raked in $5 million in its first release and in time (through second and third releases) would garner $36 million!! (That is NINETY TIMES its budget in returns...) It's record as AIP's all-time money earner stood until 1979's <b>The Amityville Horror</b>.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcpz5Unn3BKA3B8VSPwfduUSkKzL8seeqVappdHhv0dzF7xU-PgROiiueRU0Qq_0Fh8jcga64H_SCKIes0J-TvKkt4XUbuo444Jhmm_aJKNnrJ6xHVP7QEC4f8_5fPAnyJIUdwwU21LRE/s1600/BL03b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcpz5Unn3BKA3B8VSPwfduUSkKzL8seeqVappdHhv0dzF7xU-PgROiiueRU0Qq_0Fh8jcga64H_SCKIes0J-TvKkt4XUbuo444Jhmm_aJKNnrJ6xHVP7QEC4f8_5fPAnyJIUdwwU21LRE/s200/BL03b.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Is it good? Well, not particularly, but it has the benefit of colorful photography, a simultaneously gritty-campy storyline, some committed performances to help balance out the wooden ones and enough kinky, crazy, oddball elements to make it must-see movie at least once.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZkDB0OR5RGOy4WfeRv4BXTQ5AL-9Y6Ld4ALKaH5yhNG3GbJbtf2U5abUS8qj0BOKgGvkAVuUGS5r-CSKXGodiFyZhrzjqjZWD72yxYASFMg_wEfkYCPTVTLdJ8dfjn8HKeXqKE26YWQ/s1600/BL14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZkDB0OR5RGOy4WfeRv4BXTQ5AL-9Y6Ld4ALKaH5yhNG3GbJbtf2U5abUS8qj0BOKgGvkAVuUGS5r-CSKXGodiFyZhrzjqjZWD72yxYASFMg_wEfkYCPTVTLdJ8dfjn8HKeXqKE26YWQ/s320/BL14.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Laughlin, buoyed by the success of <b>The Born Losers</b>, began work on his initial project <b>Billy Jack</b>, beginning filming in 1969. Unfortunately, there was once again trouble getting it completed and released, so it was 1971 before the movie saw theater screens. Initially a flop, he pressed to get it released again in 1973 and it was a runaway hit, scoring $32 million on an $800,000 investment. It's theme song, “One Tin Soldier,” became a smash as well. Two more films followed, <b>The Trial of Billy Jack </b>(1974) and <b>Billy Jack Goes to Washington</b> (1977), with diminishing returns and increased agitation from critics over the heavy-duty martyrdom of its peace-loving character who breaks necks with ease!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovS3TMO64oHO1PQ51cgXpEPGHlJPnMsKx1_1m7iiGEw994vAHfQwzVo7ZSW3gL-PiL2nny-aTcf_qLaruNJF-OMLhmiNyJJDWwF1JvRo763__Iq6H_7nN65nHs8ld-t4iPb_5IpQmDpw/s1600/BL02b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovS3TMO64oHO1PQ51cgXpEPGHlJPnMsKx1_1m7iiGEw994vAHfQwzVo7ZSW3gL-PiL2nny-aTcf_qLaruNJF-OMLhmiNyJJDWwF1JvRo763__Iq6H_7nN65nHs8ld-t4iPb_5IpQmDpw/s200/BL02b.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Laughlin only appeared in a couple more films after <b>Billy Jack Goes to Washington</b>, disappearing from screens after 1981 (a small role in the mega-flop <b>The Legend of The Lone Ranger</b>.) He became increasingly active in politics, running for President three times, and philosophizing with his wife Delores. (In less than a year, the couple will hit the sixty-year mark in their marriage together!) Delores, by the way, costarred in the second, third and fourth films of the series, but only has a brief shot as a concerned passerby in <b>Losers</b>, with two of the couple's three children (see below.) Laughlin is eighty-two at present.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpa7SwbHLQ-QhS_PkAlR2aaiR3yny2FoJhMVzdMM5RRxCX5s42k0i3mwB3X81_AnP-LZKPRwjC3NEGanVet0UfACxe3qzEisfw4LPryE8VrtsFuda30Wei_14P-vVqfdfs9xUhZTu0Iik/s1600/BL12c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpa7SwbHLQ-QhS_PkAlR2aaiR3yny2FoJhMVzdMM5RRxCX5s42k0i3mwB3X81_AnP-LZKPRwjC3NEGanVet0UfACxe3qzEisfw4LPryE8VrtsFuda30Wei_14P-vVqfdfs9xUhZTu0Iik/s320/BL12c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1f5O8prlD_R7ARLbWHbKU_JSqPUiZA295bybeBm1XU5wsoN_kP2tk5wGBbRMlvak8Odkr1s43GysGkd0DHc_IERKtqVFGrdylRnLQc0tkn94Zdpc_2fgj93LBjcHGNQk1OLB7gYxApRo/s1600/BL14b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1f5O8prlD_R7ARLbWHbKU_JSqPUiZA295bybeBm1XU5wsoN_kP2tk5wGBbRMlvak8Odkr1s43GysGkd0DHc_IERKtqVFGrdylRnLQc0tkn94Zdpc_2fgj93LBjcHGNQk1OLB7gYxApRo/s320/BL14b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">James only acted on screen once more, in a small part of a police dispatcher in 1974's <b>Dirty Mary Crazy Larry</b>, preferring to author information books for children and contribute material to various computer-based educational programs aimed at kids. She also penned several suspense novels. So little is written about James that I don't even know her current age! Despite her extremely limited career before the camera, she has a certain number of admiring male fans who appreciate her looks and body (Alfred Hitchcock, of all people, liked her a lot!) I think she has a sort of Natalie Wood as Daisy Clover thing going on with a dollop of young Tyne Daly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTau3Lwi2YyYwbUwUuHlw7nYXmUZWU2pVChjBWuj1rAxTmXHKDtB0scrR88betOx8-4O0sD2oi4t-6pxYWmAguGAq5dyinMECFuF85uNBHCJ8hYAK28-UbWkV4IwvSgZIyIr9kXE91TS8/s1600/BL13a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTau3Lwi2YyYwbUwUuHlw7nYXmUZWU2pVChjBWuj1rAxTmXHKDtB0scrR88betOx8-4O0sD2oi4t-6pxYWmAguGAq5dyinMECFuF85uNBHCJ8hYAK28-UbWkV4IwvSgZIyIr9kXE91TS8/s320/BL13a.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafCFQQdozNwvnafcoJpu_MKAoNAes6hMO1G50eKql9eASRLTGdxHMaH-vFL9do_fhbi4zTc4gQbIMcsuaEp5sVmoEGPwBpMhA_gKKVIR2KejCwTvFwWwOp1mELYXdBPDKLKhg7pj_8Xw/s1600/BL13b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafCFQQdozNwvnafcoJpu_MKAoNAes6hMO1G50eKql9eASRLTGdxHMaH-vFL9do_fhbi4zTc4gQbIMcsuaEp5sVmoEGPwBpMhA_gKKVIR2KejCwTvFwWwOp1mELYXdBPDKLKhg7pj_8Xw/s320/BL13b.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Slate had led a remarkably colorful life before becoming an actor. He was present at the invasion of Normandy (D-Day) at age eighteen, a college football player and a public relations man in Peru. Married and with three sons and two daughters, he turned to acting and costarred in <i>The Aquanauts</i>(1960-61) as well appearing in movies like <b>Girls! Girls! Girls!</b>(1962) and <b>Wives and Lovers</b> (1963.) As a young man, he had something of a Steve McQueen look, don't you think??</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMuMAlvIGotcuc1eTxBFN68SMCZei1ypoYFFYENpk8WOvCi7Dt1L0YF4om2GmW9ThRs9Qo9g1uwYINQeUgzujDd6uSKr1EhW9zPijOuF0fPPubAEReO-sltmJ55p5Hc1T0WyLgG8lrYEQ/s1600/BL02f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMuMAlvIGotcuc1eTxBFN68SMCZei1ypoYFFYENpk8WOvCi7Dt1L0YF4om2GmW9ThRs9Qo9g1uwYINQeUgzujDd6uSKr1EhW9zPijOuF0fPPubAEReO-sltmJ55p5Hc1T0WyLgG8lrYEQ/s320/BL02f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Having worked in 1965's <b>The Sons of Katie Elder</b> with John Wayne, he later appeared in 1969's <b>True Grit </b>with The Duke as well. The success of <b>Losers</b> led him to appear in several more biker flicks like <b>The Mini-Skirt Mob </b>(1968),<b> Hell's Belles</b> (1969) and <b>Hell's Angels '69</b>, which he wrote (and during which he broke a leg in a riding accident, never to get on a hog again.) After his first divorce, he married Broadway star Tammy Grimes for a year and it was her own white sunglasses that he sports in <b>The Born Losers</b>! After retiring in the early-'90s, he made one last TV appearance in 2006, the year he died of esophageal cancer at age eighty.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj309Xah4YheT4CFPca8td1vlEmZKw3DtMa8ZAGIInH-C2T7L4ajQ1gVK22SPiR4BiX730-YrAYGWq2TtT_9Epf-u0GLSmcN_7MzJ0tvbYwMWxh2o-HxqDSJ-Rt_3MKpZmGoVxMMyh3cIM/s1600/BL08g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj309Xah4YheT4CFPca8td1vlEmZKw3DtMa8ZAGIInH-C2T7L4ajQ1gVK22SPiR4BiX730-YrAYGWq2TtT_9Epf-u0GLSmcN_7MzJ0tvbYwMWxh2o-HxqDSJ-Rt_3MKpZmGoVxMMyh3cIM/s320/BL08g.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As one of the few townspeople to attempt any sort of resistance to the gang, deputy Jack Starrett was making one of his very first appearances before the camera. He had played a football coach in his debut, Laughlin's 1965 film <b>Like Father, Like Son</b>, then went on to authority type roles in movies like the low-budget <b>Hells Angels on Wheels</b> (1967) with Jack Nicholson and <b>The Gay Deceivers</b> (1969), though he also popped up in 1974's <b>Blazing Saddles</b> as a stuttering cowpoke and in <b>First Blood </b>(1982) as a tough deputy. He emerged as the director of some awesomely fun, low-rent flicks like <b>Slaughter</b> (1972) with Jim Brown and <b>Cleopatra Jones</b> (1973) with the towering Tamara Dobson. <b>Race with the Devil</b> (1974), starring Peter Fonda, was a big drive-in hit. A heavy drinker, he passed away in 1989 of kidney failure at only age fifty-two.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhtYtoqkntjEy0VCA8wk9GhqA8RZW7pYFTuvH_d1esUS4Pc7N4eb3eSFRc7m3se8aaENZAPAiamYIwwxwbiSHYx6BVhI4sFsTWHl9u9NTcDax4lay8Fnsy_UxJmuOeFK6Bn6B34rHlUTI/s1600/BL13c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhtYtoqkntjEy0VCA8wk9GhqA8RZW7pYFTuvH_d1esUS4Pc7N4eb3eSFRc7m3se8aaENZAPAiamYIwwxwbiSHYx6BVhI4sFsTWHl9u9NTcDax4lay8Fnsy_UxJmuOeFK6Bn6B34rHlUTI/s320/BL13c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Among the bikers are William Wellman Jr and Robert Tessier, shown here. Wellman (the lookalike son of the tough, but esteemed director) had appeared in his father's last movie <b>Lafayette Escadrille </b>(1958) with Laughlin and in Laughlin's <b>Like Father, Like Son</b> (1965) as well. He came back for <b>The Trial of Billy Jack </b>and <b>Billy Jack Goes to Washington </b>in different roles. Now retired and seventy-six years of age, he enjoyed a 60-year career working in all sorts of TV and movie projects. Tessier was a highly-imposing stuntman and movie bad guy at the start of his career here. (Oddly, his character is called “Cueball” though the normally bald actor is sporting hair!) He made an impression on me in 1974's <b>The Four Musketeers </b>as a headsman, but had bigger roles in <b>The Longest Yard</b> (1974) and <b>The Deep</b> (1977) and others before dying of cancer in 1990 at only age fifty-six.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSoM3qk8mz4P-_yKBb1_hoOlNchIwRzMcLN7zYy3rppzZkAG_U5m4xXxko2voGxjZep6Xx0Q2JY6xuzNdiPD2hxXwVUpVPK3-_XfAES06SVQBXQYuXuAtmtckQkzPsEJsI_iETNJ1dXF8/s1600/BL13d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSoM3qk8mz4P-_yKBb1_hoOlNchIwRzMcLN7zYy3rppzZkAG_U5m4xXxko2voGxjZep6Xx0Q2JY6xuzNdiPD2hxXwVUpVPK3-_XfAES06SVQBXQYuXuAtmtckQkzPsEJsI_iETNJ1dXF8/s320/BL13d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_zEzjxZyQfNg3uqseMVz07BUBH12l5Mvca5Cfsytyp2xXUsrLkL55SDraKx6oYTj302nEdSPjTuAP_ehhv-HomMpLrlaRcUClxxc9spUU_RJlsFaSfwtnMFxXOH7Lkeu5Snc3c7NFbVk/s1600/BL12d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_zEzjxZyQfNg3uqseMVz07BUBH12l5Mvca5Cfsytyp2xXUsrLkL55SDraKx6oYTj302nEdSPjTuAP_ehhv-HomMpLrlaRcUClxxc9spUU_RJlsFaSfwtnMFxXOH7Lkeu5Snc3c7NFbVk/s320/BL12d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Cooper had been working on TV since the early-'60s and would proceed to a featured role in David Niven's <b>The Impossible Years</b> (1968) before proceeding to star in several Mexican and European-made movies. In 1978, he starred in the mystical martial-arts movie <b>Circle of Iron </b>with David Carradine, still sporting a fit figure, then he did time on <i>Dallas</i> from 1979 - 1981 as Linda Gray's calm psychoanalyst. After receding from television in the mid-'80s, he turned to music, carpentry and local theatre in Sonora, California. As shown below, he sported some revealingly flimsy pants in <b>The Born Losers</b>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8dUk4sLEjAcWdi5zMvOex1L3zAE4JlaOGsGtgnOT3jx5UhXWLh9hkayPIU4Jyw8ZSnB16yYSaMKUeUhy3gdYhWKugHN3UDdltirPs2SEAo6i1mRN9suEYGt48LOw7EZMbnhcKW5LTagw/s1600/BL10b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8dUk4sLEjAcWdi5zMvOex1L3zAE4JlaOGsGtgnOT3jx5UhXWLh9hkayPIU4Jyw8ZSnB16yYSaMKUeUhy3gdYhWKugHN3UDdltirPs2SEAo6i1mRN9suEYGt48LOw7EZMbnhcKW5LTagw/s320/BL10b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5gW8V9T0JsXcfM-hVmuDBpm5eQG0eanM3GJSnZeb2Q-UwK81GSe9cMKG_4bw69UeyRUIdFGiH2F_MgU1BL5xXIk8a53ZytE5nBu_gU5MBXfLYar2cVaXz7PZ4spqThX4sBcpYNKhGCFc/s1600/BL12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5gW8V9T0JsXcfM-hVmuDBpm5eQG0eanM3GJSnZeb2Q-UwK81GSe9cMKG_4bw69UeyRUIdFGiH2F_MgU1BL5xXIk8a53ZytE5nBu_gU5MBXfLYar2cVaXz7PZ4spqThX4sBcpYNKhGCFc/s320/BL12.JPG" width="256" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Russell was signed for one-day of work on this film, though there was an issue when Laughlin fell ill for close to two weeks and things had to be adjusted accordingly. A sensation from the start of her film career in 1943 for <b>The Outlaw</b>, in which her cleavage was considered a scandal, she maintained a considerable career through the late-'50s with films like <b>The Paleface</b> (1948) with Bob Hope, <b>Gentlemen Prefer Blondes </b>(1953) with Marilyn Monroe, <b>Underwater!</b> (1955) and <b>The Revolt of Mamie Stover </b>(1956) but things had cooled considerably by this time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7jLj209czPRhvm0YWXQQg8V6w1ptVqhj8GBGZbdcQ0dlwvPwz8mEq1pbAXindhUYmP7yWVBpdwWgU3yIypUhYTq3e41CrxlUiQvKg-6UF4f6VEHpoIcokUowtpbqV4YSzSDhtxAju7Q/s1600/BL12b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7jLj209czPRhvm0YWXQQg8V6w1ptVqhj8GBGZbdcQ0dlwvPwz8mEq1pbAXindhUYmP7yWVBpdwWgU3yIypUhYTq3e41CrxlUiQvKg-6UF4f6VEHpoIcokUowtpbqV4YSzSDhtxAju7Q/s320/BL12b.JPG" width="268" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTXiY1BckUStz0CNHHKDNZheV8K88GQgGElmV9cIgZqKZCoH-8NRi_dPOhx_oSgRIln-e52ukw1SfK9ApP3yDoJpvAFj60LsKhJTNyA-f_DI2HWIdW4U8arwlxz7M_XEiLGHtUDS9syeE/s1600/BL13e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTXiY1BckUStz0CNHHKDNZheV8K88GQgGElmV9cIgZqKZCoH-8NRi_dPOhx_oSgRIln-e52ukw1SfK9ApP3yDoJpvAFj60LsKhJTNyA-f_DI2HWIdW4U8arwlxz7M_XEiLGHtUDS9syeE/s320/BL13e.jpg" width="320" /></a>Russell had a rather roller-coaster life that involved an abortion at age eighteen that left her barren (she later married the father and they adopted three children), a serious battle with booze and a second husband who died less than three months after the ceremony! A third marriage lasted twenty-five years until his death. Prior to <b>Losers</b>, she'd done two minor westerns and afterwards her appearances were scarce. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUlNTVVeBqBOzsIY3awm3VcHJ_YUwi4PcD3icwcAWq6EuVJ37YEsG6gCEsrKxuSIt2QxEPzBA3qu0TSYigz-6jUEN2PiZKr0-NXoGpAj1LPKaZRtKuaqvdx7uQyGW_VxVG4V7eBpCgvR8/s1600/BL12e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUlNTVVeBqBOzsIY3awm3VcHJ_YUwi4PcD3icwcAWq6EuVJ37YEsG6gCEsrKxuSIt2QxEPzBA3qu0TSYigz-6jUEN2PiZKr0-NXoGpAj1LPKaZRtKuaqvdx7uQyGW_VxVG4V7eBpCgvR8/s320/BL12e.jpg" width="215" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">She did, however, work on Broadway in Company for several months (as Joanne) and as a highly popular Playtex bra and girdle spokesperson in TV ads. In 1984, she joined the cast of the faltering prime-time soap <i>The Yellow Rose</i>, but it was swiftly cancelled. She died of respiratory failure in 2011 at age eighty-nine, by then a long-time Born-Again Christian who held much of modern Hollywood in disdain. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSDTR1MFX3U3K42QmR8oLKkJSz3DbQwJGiVU9LoOUiOmFHxdfe3SbYb6Ln0hUd2n0RCZHm7sJkna-iNvRygPrVk_qFl6-USdDkl0DDy_bRgOgrWu1_QBCV-_XM35IG4IK00sdS8nBmQR8/s1600/BL13f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSDTR1MFX3U3K42QmR8oLKkJSz3DbQwJGiVU9LoOUiOmFHxdfe3SbYb6Ln0hUd2n0RCZHm7sJkna-iNvRygPrVk_qFl6-USdDkl0DDy_bRgOgrWu1_QBCV-_XM35IG4IK00sdS8nBmQR8/s320/BL13f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Far less preachy and “important” than the sequels that came after it, <b>Losers</b> is nonetheless very direct in its indictment of people who turn a blind eye to unrest, disobedience and violence. It's not going to be a film for everyone, but for those who enjoy the unusual (including the aforementioned campy and kinky moments), it can be quite entertaining!</div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-54981313970559161992013-11-27T13:03:00.000-08:002014-02-11T00:27:11.636-08:00Pop Quiz: Tuning In the Movies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsXZ0-XCZH3dfb_CdErPu1NpIRgDxtsnTQ7WQ4XXQNRUnGYRdF_lfUmZPmn-Cj1zHKN6KcjJmXW1L8n7nwZICsA9kL39B2ZMya4FlvSUAmxlz6p2ztn2R7JL19lCO9pXt5w9ZiaQTPNK0/s1600/TV000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsXZ0-XCZH3dfb_CdErPu1NpIRgDxtsnTQ7WQ4XXQNRUnGYRdF_lfUmZPmn-Cj1zHKN6KcjJmXW1L8n7nwZICsA9kL39B2ZMya4FlvSUAmxlz6p2ztn2R7JL19lCO9pXt5w9ZiaQTPNK0/s320/TV000.JPG" width="272" /></a></div>For every successful TV series based on a movie (such as considerable hits like <i>M*A*S*H</i>, <i>Alice</i> - at right, based on Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore (1974), <i>The Odd Couple - </i>shown below, and <i>In the Heat of the Night</i>), there are a half-dozen or so flopperoonies. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBnBGP0BSMnBrIY77WP7u2piyDEm1vPHAKa7AIme17KlULQyEMj3mGmy5IqvdD1RXK8Ui17tSERD675mldTVIiWIP4cQmrZeT-BRhRJP9GC2ufxRvwYg8Pr5tiJ3xzHAuQxBqOO-ujrQ/s1600/TV000b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBnBGP0BSMnBrIY77WP7u2piyDEm1vPHAKa7AIme17KlULQyEMj3mGmy5IqvdD1RXK8Ui17tSERD675mldTVIiWIP4cQmrZeT-BRhRJP9GC2ufxRvwYg8Pr5tiJ3xzHAuQxBqOO-ujrQ/s320/TV000b.jpg" width="256" /></a></div>Today, we're offering up a quiz to see if you can name the moderately successful to ill-fated TV series described below, all based on a hit, in some cases a smash, movie! You many find yourself staring in disbelief at a couple of the answers if your memory isn't very long. Let's turn the dial and get started!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>1.</b> Deborah Raffin and Barry Bostwick starred in this 1981 "comedy-adventure" series based on a hit 1978 feature film which paired a an Oscar-winning blonde with a smirking TV performer-turned-movie actor enduring a series of misadventures over an assassination plot. The TV incarnation sank after only 6 episodes.<br /><br /><b>2.</b> This 1957 show actually ran for two seasons, though not too many people recall it. It was based on a highly-popular and memorable 1953 comedy romance. The show centered on Merry Anders, Lori Nelson and a young Barbara Eden. (Lisa Gaye later costarred when Nelson left the series feeling it was beneath her.)<br /><br /><b>3.</b> This 1973 show focused on two couples, one of which was Robert Urich & Anne Archer while the other was David Spielberg & Anita Gillette. It included a young Jodie Foster as the latter couple's daughter. Attempting to cash in on the success of a hit 1969 movie, it paled mightily by comparison and was gone after a dozen episodes.<br /><br /><b>4.</b> This 1977 sci-fi series sought to utilize some of the costumes left over from its 1976 big-screen namesake. Like many film-to-TV adaptations, the leads bore no relation looks-wise to their counterparts and the storyline had to be tweaked in order to make continued stories possible.<br /><br /><b>5.</b> Based upon a huge 1980 comedy hit, this 1982 show actually ran for 85 episodes until 1988, though there was a break in between 1983 and 1986. The show was plagued by behind-the-scenes squabbles as well as conceptual and casting changes making it hard for audiences to continue tuning in to the series.<br /><br /><b>6.</b> This 1986 show ran 22 episodes and was based on a 1984 sleeper hit that had gleaned an Oscar nomination for its leading man and title character. <b>Aiplane!</b>'s Robert Hays was not exactly on the same plane as the originator of the part (who ultimately did win an Oscar for another movie.)<br /><br /><b>7.</b> A popular 1950 western involving the tenuous relations between an Indian agent and a Chiricahua Apache chief led to a series in 1956 that ran for two seasons and 73 episodes. Imposing Michael Ansara was the star, taking over for the movie actor who was Oscar-nominated for his interpretation and popular enough to play the role more than once. <br /><br /><b>8.</b> A gargantuan 1962 movie, filled with stars, was later adapted into a miniseries in 1977, followed by a series that aired in 1978 and 1979. Having first been handled as a pilot in 1976, it kept going through various permutations and key casting shifts, which made it confusing at times for viewers, though the chief star, a western TV icon, was with it throughout.<br /><br /><b>9. </b>A 1978 Walter Matthau comedy-romance led to the creation of a 1979 series that was rather successful. In fact, its ratings improved the second season until the leading lady was abruptly fired in a controversial dispute. A recast led to dismal viewership and resulted in cancellation in 1982 after 57 episodes.<br /><br /><b>10.</b> Although it inspiration came from a series of wildly popular sci-fi movies from 1968 on, the 1974 TV show version couldn't gain a foothold and was toast after just 14 episodes. The concept had been fiddled with somewhat from the movie version and even the presence of one of the movies' key stars couldn't save it.<br /><br /><b>11.</b> A massive sci-fi hit in 1973 and it's moderately successful sequel in 1976 led to this 1980 show that starred Jim McMullan and relative newcomer Connie Sellecca (who'd already experienced the failed sitcom <i>Flying High</i> in 1978-1979.) It was cancelled after only 3 episodes had aired, though its makeup and art direction were Emmy nominated.<br /><br /><b>12.</b> A hit film of Al Pacino's from 1973 (one which landed him an Oscar nomination) gave birth to an action drama in 1976 that only ran for 14 episodes before being cancelled. TV star David Birney was scarcely an actor of the same level of fame or acclaim as Pacino (or even type!), which may be why it didn't take with the public.<br /><br /><b>13.</b> Barely lasting a season was this 1990-1991 sitcom based on a popular John Candy film that came out in 1989. Not only did the show not have Candy, but it starred a stand-up comic who little known today outside fans of that arena. TV Veteran Audrey Meadows was brought in a few times as an antagonist, but the series was met without enthusiasm from critics or viewers.<br /><br /><b>14.</b> One of the cinema's most acclaimed romances ever, one that frequently appears in Top 10 lists, was reworked into a series in 1983, but without the benefit of a regular leading lady! Instead, the leading male character (played by a former popular TV cop) was present along with some supporting parts from the movie. The tremendously bad idea sank like a stone after 5 episodes.<br /><br /><b>15.</b> One of 1988's most successful comedies, both critically and commercially, was brought to the small screen in a forgettable sitcom format in 1990. The initial leading lady (<i>The Facts of Life</i>'s Nancy McKeon) wound up exiting the program before it was shot, giving another fledgling actress a shot. That actress would go on to cop an Oscar, but not for close to two decades later.<br /><br /><br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /> <b><u>Answers coming up!</u></b><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><br /><br /><b>1.</b> <i>Foul Play </i>was based on <b>Foul Play</b>, which starred Goldie Hawn and Chevy Chase.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOS1YKGVl92peGDZxtrhHjO2AchMR9y_gaqnMpmLDgQ0GoCUP30ilUrU4izwZLan5eXiLV_oiJMhOUs71rJ06LIDQQZ2oTchb_PTXItL5WOL6QmnmZh6Eqv39MZI5HmUx9eMbr8_DsNK8/s1600/TV00.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOS1YKGVl92peGDZxtrhHjO2AchMR9y_gaqnMpmLDgQ0GoCUP30ilUrU4izwZLan5eXiLV_oiJMhOUs71rJ06LIDQQZ2oTchb_PTXItL5WOL6QmnmZh6Eqv39MZI5HmUx9eMbr8_DsNK8/s320/TV00.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><b>2.</b> <i>How to Marry a Millionaire </i>was based on <b>How to Marry a Millionaire</b>, with Barbara Eden doing a version of Marilyn Monroe's dumb blonde character, Loco.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjoRJja8II_eISYotIb4IZKLfZ3lTmvt6ZZ2pL5KnqJglL3PdZlBzca5xKmSSf7sOYG6hixJc5T3wPd4TUeJ2XYvKZgja7fLvG1KqP_EosREye7RsyRnQQL50SLRosFRtCgVlEU_lA_0/s1600/TV01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjoRJja8II_eISYotIb4IZKLfZ3lTmvt6ZZ2pL5KnqJglL3PdZlBzca5xKmSSf7sOYG6hixJc5T3wPd4TUeJ2XYvKZgja7fLvG1KqP_EosREye7RsyRnQQL50SLRosFRtCgVlEU_lA_0/s320/TV01.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><b>3.</b> <i>Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice </i>was based on <b>Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice</b>, which starred Robert Culp, Nataklie Wood, Elliott Gould and Dyan Cannon.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBHqyFF2cbDamegTVb7fRUZmyZESYQOrI15_i6SoAdFH7gtgvg6Z4w1kngk0Yup8gZB5aPvhLHGQDiNVfbTPaZUDX5phN2QYBdunM4T0fdAKk5tEk2v4Z7t8ttoLh37IMLCWFFT5oLLa4/s1600/TV02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBHqyFF2cbDamegTVb7fRUZmyZESYQOrI15_i6SoAdFH7gtgvg6Z4w1kngk0Yup8gZB5aPvhLHGQDiNVfbTPaZUDX5phN2QYBdunM4T0fdAKk5tEk2v4Z7t8ttoLh37IMLCWFFT5oLLa4/s320/TV02.JPG" width="189" /></a></div><b>4.</b> <i>Logan's Run</i> starred Gregory Harrison and Heather Menzies and was based on <b>Logan's Run</b>, which starred Michael York an Jenny Agutter (with Menzies borrowing York and Agutter's costar Farrah Fawcett's hairstyle for the series.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAa6EBqRikgXXyUFF6H3A2LnvcOmy2aQEMb0_zNr3NZSldvjN4BCrEwj7xU7tujlYbmqJzKiKpGNcvQ9PH06BraZ4LA9EbAEWPfDOrcFfNRCE0ib0GasJLIl57w34uKwFWQJomvV15scg/s1600/TV03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAa6EBqRikgXXyUFF6H3A2LnvcOmy2aQEMb0_zNr3NZSldvjN4BCrEwj7xU7tujlYbmqJzKiKpGNcvQ9PH06BraZ4LA9EbAEWPfDOrcFfNRCE0ib0GasJLIl57w34uKwFWQJomvV15scg/s320/TV03.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><b>5.</b> <i>9 to 5 </i>was based on <b>9 to 5</b>, which starred Lily Tomlin, Jane Fonda, Dolly Parton and Dabney Coleman. Initially, the series starred Rita Moreno, Valerie Curtain, Rachel Dennison (Parton's real-life younger sister), Valerie Curtain and Jeffrey Tambor, but Tambor was swiftly replaced with Peter Bonerz. Then in the second version of the show, Sally Struthers was on board and Moreno was out.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK9neg6f0cOeGcgYloHO8w4DC_0pTNjiDsYKhNjduWa6vRarhgNE3KKXoFsKXpLSY8sT5bZz4opqWEHMqLJbFOTSI8JkA2D3voxrLc9qve00Nl2kBdIwO3YJ-jWir_6Eov5Zs2C9sUdGE/s1600/TV04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK9neg6f0cOeGcgYloHO8w4DC_0pTNjiDsYKhNjduWa6vRarhgNE3KKXoFsKXpLSY8sT5bZz4opqWEHMqLJbFOTSI8JkA2D3voxrLc9qve00Nl2kBdIwO3YJ-jWir_6Eov5Zs2C9sUdGE/s320/TV04.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><b>6.</b> <i>Starman</i> was based on <b>Starman</b>, which featured Jeff Bridges. Seen as a guest in the montage below is a Joker-esque Janet Leigh as well as fellow regular Erin Gray. Jane Wyatt also guested on the series.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA5B682RukI7ULF7rIhFbM4nTlyiKoH7aDUIlcyW5K8Zuj7sI0eZxckQuj6KZhZo0sd7qLAk0una2RzdjBGLOAfdyqs42NtHL4g7UZ47Z5p4k1uvOhFC0Bm1ZuCNKr85bNvO3bTGix11U/s1600/TV05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA5B682RukI7ULF7rIhFbM4nTlyiKoH7aDUIlcyW5K8Zuj7sI0eZxckQuj6KZhZo0sd7qLAk0una2RzdjBGLOAfdyqs42NtHL4g7UZ47Z5p4k1uvOhFC0Bm1ZuCNKr85bNvO3bTGix11U/s320/TV05.JPG" width="254" /></a></div><b>7.</b> <i>Broken Arrow</i> was based on <b>Broken Arrow</b>. Jeff Chandler had played Cochise in that movie and in its sequel <b>Taza, Son of Cochise </b>(1954.) Note the way the inset photo seems to make costar John Lupton resemble angular Charlton Heston, who costarred in the movie.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFi21gHC3TS6MTG6lHPMROmkIHwNT2iBsrIMzORlH1PK3_oX8Ok4r9aFXD_Qw5OQZUcEl5Q2ddPpwWOXh58J16vS2MLEzCY6oR1yhOQ8FpRsGspmZabj0_odlWDLz-VjKWb_f3ieWA9_I/s1600/TV06.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFi21gHC3TS6MTG6lHPMROmkIHwNT2iBsrIMzORlH1PK3_oX8Ok4r9aFXD_Qw5OQZUcEl5Q2ddPpwWOXh58J16vS2MLEzCY6oR1yhOQ8FpRsGspmZabj0_odlWDLz-VjKWb_f3ieWA9_I/s320/TV06.JPG" width="262" /></a></div><b>8.</b> <i>How the West Was Won</i> was inspired by <b>How the West Was Won</b> and starred <i>Gunsmoke</i>'s James Arness. Leading lady Eva Marie Saint didn't continue with the series and was replaced by Fionnula Flanagan as her sister and the sons' names were changed along the way.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6wRpI2zjQV0zbhx1X9SD-AQdlKVYuYSsv-fva6hNgxq6zbdumoQwEmgeJ6ldRvrHuhMxmOxkaJLr_wT5JRYuug7T9oD-SipccowvdTKUMBd6dpCPoGDqbWBnaxDEwf_8mcCi1JxnLdE/s1600/TV07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6wRpI2zjQV0zbhx1X9SD-AQdlKVYuYSsv-fva6hNgxq6zbdumoQwEmgeJ6ldRvrHuhMxmOxkaJLr_wT5JRYuug7T9oD-SipccowvdTKUMBd6dpCPoGDqbWBnaxDEwf_8mcCi1JxnLdE/s320/TV07.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><b>9.</b> <i>House Calls</i> starred Wayne Rogers and Lynn Redgrave. It was based on Matthau's film <b>House Calls </b>with Glenda Jackson. Redgrave was fired after having a baby and wishing to bring it to her dressing room for scheduled breast-feeding. This caused an industry-wide examination of such circumstances. Sharon Gless played her replacement (a different character.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvK7wGjb-SKOpnTlxRop-wBso3e6s_wHY0yJ1vxAsOnd0hXdfjPQ2PxVbTMhiQjySI0drfvH6VN4K4hrVlOueqdJdeU8px8opw2JTLCGxX5P1JMrT_mGIm-fnSJ5OlmLYuZ946cnRlC4g/s1600/TV08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvK7wGjb-SKOpnTlxRop-wBso3e6s_wHY0yJ1vxAsOnd0hXdfjPQ2PxVbTMhiQjySI0drfvH6VN4K4hrVlOueqdJdeU8px8opw2JTLCGxX5P1JMrT_mGIm-fnSJ5OlmLYuZ946cnRlC4g/s320/TV08.JPG" width="221" /></a></div><b>10.</b> <i>Planet of the Apes</i> was derived from <b>Planet of the Apes</b> and its string of sequels. Roddy McDowall was on board as a friendly ape, though not the primary one, Cornelius, he'd played on the big screen.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0cNqzn8ZgWoaz5wvzGEa6Z0bxaiCUAx1YkEeqe45C0fZ_hSGd253yyVJLLz2GzQw1h2SoR1oGRA0MKawDtnmEK4XqfLa-0NaJfk-6BvFo41eptK3g_Ly3ix5BY3BCzbJ2BToaCF3wnVc/s1600/TV09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0cNqzn8ZgWoaz5wvzGEa6Z0bxaiCUAx1YkEeqe45C0fZ_hSGd253yyVJLLz2GzQw1h2SoR1oGRA0MKawDtnmEK4XqfLa-0NaJfk-6BvFo41eptK3g_Ly3ix5BY3BCzbJ2BToaCF3wnVc/s320/TV09.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><b>11.</b> <i>Beyond Westworld</i> sprang from <b>Westworld</b> and <b>Futureworld</b>, both of which had the benefit of Yul Brynner's menacing cowboy robot in them.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyc5HQp3iQkCMbtUucK_xG0v_EOWX1L7_Ur6m0lFer-sZDlAm4oa4XXsAq-fjRwSJXvAAkD0_VbjQCJl0b4OUKFHAbf7pjXsb_oEidjnJH1Y9UW9I8Q4G3xws7H1Pl3o6F1vtrbPyeeiQ/s1600/TV10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyc5HQp3iQkCMbtUucK_xG0v_EOWX1L7_Ur6m0lFer-sZDlAm4oa4XXsAq-fjRwSJXvAAkD0_VbjQCJl0b4OUKFHAbf7pjXsb_oEidjnJH1Y9UW9I8Q4G3xws7H1Pl3o6F1vtrbPyeeiQ/s320/TV10.JPG" width="181" /></a></div><b>12. </b><i>Serpico</i> was based on <b>Serpico</b>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cPhRpPM7Jo5MQXiVG8CYR2MZ6NCY6lYRQVDcV950aUMU_2ZsXZeSg7zG-VjDYCZPyP3Su9F9jvLHX-NqMlSEFoFFG0F2v2BSv84_tFAXk3_qhtGsaUsSu66SMFyNHXUnQChoIxDc1L0/s1600/TV11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cPhRpPM7Jo5MQXiVG8CYR2MZ6NCY6lYRQVDcV950aUMU_2ZsXZeSg7zG-VjDYCZPyP3Su9F9jvLHX-NqMlSEFoFFG0F2v2BSv84_tFAXk3_qhtGsaUsSu66SMFyNHXUnQChoIxDc1L0/s320/TV11.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><b>13.</b> <i>Uncle Buck</i>, starring Kevin Meaney, was based on <b>Uncle Buck</b>. <i>Buck </i>was the first TV series to have a character, a child no less, say "You suck!" on the air. It occurred in the pilot.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLHzRW0U93jDXSy1iN5NKbTv83V84KIBLXTFvyRwlAx5id4PZ9k5aDbfDwA65W6zIQMarz9tPouv2MXbJuv4dK6ZyN093HWfZslcC7IKeo1UEoRnMv5YwWzD8bB4Pt2piWCex58k6PJuU/s1600/TV12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLHzRW0U93jDXSy1iN5NKbTv83V84KIBLXTFvyRwlAx5id4PZ9k5aDbfDwA65W6zIQMarz9tPouv2MXbJuv4dK6ZyN093HWfZslcC7IKeo1UEoRnMv5YwWzD8bB4Pt2piWCex58k6PJuU/s320/TV12.JPG" width="243" /></a></div><b>14.</b> <i>Casablanca</i>, starring David Soul and Hector Elizondo, was a prequel of sorts to <b>Casablanca</b>, which starred Humphrey Bogart and Claude Rains (not to mention Ingrid Bergman!)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4WXqzamQt1k-tKsRqiHWEMQwxZawP0RA2ZdchDSUvVk-cBCLr_sI40TryqXjTybwPDm01wDRJnkDRzxKUJA6NyaO-pEG-ZsTFrQuCjaFLDq3-PckwT9ORSLzQeOWCyIXp6jRD_KG_sLY/s1600/TV14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4WXqzamQt1k-tKsRqiHWEMQwxZawP0RA2ZdchDSUvVk-cBCLr_sI40TryqXjTybwPDm01wDRJnkDRzxKUJA6NyaO-pEG-ZsTFrQuCjaFLDq3-PckwT9ORSLzQeOWCyIXp6jRD_KG_sLY/s320/TV14.JPG" width="241" /></a></div><b>15.</b> <i>Working Girl</i>, starring Sandra Bullock, was based on the movie <b>Working Girl</b> that saw Melanie Griffith (and her costars Sigourney Weaver and Joan Cusack) Oscar-nominated. That's <i>Star Trek: Deep Space Nine</i>'s Nana Visitor at the desk.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbTRk2iug9TLgIWvutE-vO0U9YiavSbWk5OUd6wNDcY5hT_bQcG5973EDaGXD-0oTbKl5PWjzqd1aN9nNI4qU0Jv0VZRXrE86LSpM35REJ5e2NhlvQ0wbBLSNECDilXMSKYTWUE-XF24/s1600/TV13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbTRk2iug9TLgIWvutE-vO0U9YiavSbWk5OUd6wNDcY5hT_bQcG5973EDaGXD-0oTbKl5PWjzqd1aN9nNI4qU0Jv0VZRXrE86LSpM35REJ5e2NhlvQ0wbBLSNECDilXMSKYTWUE-XF24/s320/TV13.JPG" width="251" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGGM6Ua1AIJsQSpiiNuzmyatAc7iiu0-nONql7iDRa76-ZB5quEkdflalCuA4YfkW6zLZGsuBo_SPbNpCVqvx_coOEyDn_I56ODdQkfka06HKygvnyA-hwDXXUOfNFoVtUJtgltx2z7Aw/s1600/TV13b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGGM6Ua1AIJsQSpiiNuzmyatAc7iiu0-nONql7iDRa76-ZB5quEkdflalCuA4YfkW6zLZGsuBo_SPbNpCVqvx_coOEyDn_I56ODdQkfka06HKygvnyA-hwDXXUOfNFoVtUJtgltx2z7Aw/s320/TV13b.JPG" width="225" /></a></div>I hope you had fun with this little trip down TV lane. I'll be back ASAP with more Hollywood-oriented fun!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-20252995444559521682013-11-13T13:17:00.000-08:002014-02-11T00:27:11.650-08:00Double Parker<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHFIpTGxXiFfWuMqN7LVIfmQgATBLAcfTwXStuV6nNGpfSoSq8-mTgk2oYpRYOd1xrsLu0jJlvt5-7l74MXzCEyA41iW58AUiRdR2nNQXNJYxeY9z_gMFn8D0e9j4agrrhNowJ5594U8/s1600/EP00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHFIpTGxXiFfWuMqN7LVIfmQgATBLAcfTwXStuV6nNGpfSoSq8-mTgk2oYpRYOd1xrsLu0jJlvt5-7l74MXzCEyA41iW58AUiRdR2nNQXNJYxeY9z_gMFn8D0e9j4agrrhNowJ5594U8/s320/EP00.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I've remarked many times about how in the early days of The Underworld, my posts and tributes were so brief that even though my favorite people were being highlighted, by comparison to the later, more detailed posts, they wound up being slighted in the long run. Such was the case with Eleanor Parker, my second favorite pre-1970 actress. By current Underword standards, her “<a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-earlier-post-i-mentioned-how-my.html" target="_blank">tribute</a>” is shockingly brief. So today we're going to do a photo-laden recap of some of her roles and expand on them more than before.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I should add that my life is completely, totally swamped at the moment, which has prevented me from posting as much as I would like to. When I started this blog, my job was extraordinarily undemanding and contained hours and hours of downtime. Now it is close to high-pressure in the amount of work I am given! When you factor in my other activities and duties such as being a single homeowner, rehearsing and performing in local theatre (my next show opens in a week!), adjudicating local theatre and still finding time to socialize and actually watch TV and movies, it's a real challenge to get things done around here! So I just have to do what I can, when I can and hope that you'll stick with me.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwCgTgq-zJImtlRgvhNzCh7rftmNv-OqGdTiXaE6kpp4g7RZw5fxzyDKgO1QbaIa7DWW6al65HA8np26L5WJo4X4c3KIThIasAlztb-30uj__cte4PlwzRilhwYciLlTas6VyCFnXu65Q/s1600/EP00c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwCgTgq-zJImtlRgvhNzCh7rftmNv-OqGdTiXaE6kpp4g7RZw5fxzyDKgO1QbaIa7DWW6al65HA8np26L5WJo4X4c3KIThIasAlztb-30uj__cte4PlwzRilhwYciLlTas6VyCFnXu65Q/s320/EP00c.jpg" width="189" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Eleanor Jean Parker was born in the decidedly un-Hollywood town of Cedarville, Ohio on June 26<sup>th</sup>, 1922 to a math professor and his wife. The youngest of their three children, she developed a passion for performing and began to take part in school plays. Once the family moved to East Cleveland, she began to think of an acting career in earnest and soon started attending Rice Summer Theatre in Martha's Vineyard during the summer. There, she was approached by a 20<sup>th</sup> Century Fox talent scout and invited to come to Hollywood for a screen test. However, still feeling that she lacked experience – not to mention maturity, she chose to work on the professional Cleveland stage for a time.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">After further building up her resume of parts, though still a teen, she ventured to California and began studying at the Pasadena Playhouse. There, while simply watching another group of actors performing, she was approached by a Warner Brothers scout about taking a screen test. Clearly very determined about how and when she would turn to screen acting versus the stage, she turned the offer down in order to complete her instruction at the Playhouse. When the year of study was up, she contacted the people at Warners to see if their offer of a test still stood and it did.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDg9aZdqt0NfaLmq8OH61TXYz_gv4uWPWLC0VBxttEFCeXpn6FTj9nJs-ylp9O-ODRA_nIgkBbZq3jL6XUP2N_lA6C2SsDtqWzOB1hVthoNt0YJdG_c7hrin4cJUReBf14Cb1mYY5UFpQ/s1600/EP02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDg9aZdqt0NfaLmq8OH61TXYz_gv4uWPWLC0VBxttEFCeXpn6FTj9nJs-ylp9O-ODRA_nIgkBbZq3jL6XUP2N_lA6C2SsDtqWzOB1hVthoNt0YJdG_c7hrin4cJUReBf14Cb1mYY5UFpQ/s320/EP02.JPG" width="194" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Within two days of the test, she was officially a contracted member of the Warner Brothers acting stable. Right off the bat she was placed into a small role in Errol Flynn's<b>They Died with Their Boots On</b> (1941), the story of General George Custer, but her scene was cut before release. She then worked in a variety of short films and the screen tests of other actors in order to gain confidence and presence before the camera.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhao-utLrtY1cD5UMa0qMZ7nde20tJ_w_O2_GZrn_nmyrbIyT1y5mjErq6jQofNBiLgZGkNj6PtqEizncdGtrgkA_2QnJRcy5Gv9RvnLkU0dN_q3dyoR2i-J-peHKuvn9zYBmKbHpH0_sE/s1600/EP00b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhao-utLrtY1cD5UMa0qMZ7nde20tJ_w_O2_GZrn_nmyrbIyT1y5mjErq6jQofNBiLgZGkNj6PtqEizncdGtrgkA_2QnJRcy5Gv9RvnLkU0dN_q3dyoR2i-J-peHKuvn9zYBmKbHpH0_sE/s320/EP00b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Finally, she was placed in a real movie, 1942's WWII <b>Busses Roar</b>, all about a group of passengers on a commercial bus that has been fitted with a bomb in order for it to sabotage an oil field alongside its route. Parker is a pert ticket agent, not on the bus, but star Julie Bishop has to drive it at one point in order to save the day. Take that, <b>Speed</b> (1994)!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-86o2yMYANVPJQpHw5B1IDSYc8zt5zHXI4MIDyXQKNGBg07RhfjhXzDEzVuw1oL-oLFNk9lsTxQSBb3aor6Ssl6VNAh_v2D55qnr5Bzb2zkrVFsPxFRzbebYo-LiJguoyKYkGHPWENw/s1600/EP00d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-86o2yMYANVPJQpHw5B1IDSYc8zt5zHXI4MIDyXQKNGBg07RhfjhXzDEzVuw1oL-oLFNk9lsTxQSBb3aor6Ssl6VNAh_v2D55qnr5Bzb2zkrVFsPxFRzbebYo-LiJguoyKYkGHPWENw/s320/EP00d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This and other B-pictures were the order of the day as she continued to learn and grow as an actress. She next did <b>The Mysterious Doctor</b> (1943) with John Loder, <b>Mission to Moscow</b> (1943) an A-picture with Walter Huston and Ann Harding, the memorable <b>Between Two Worlds</b> (1944) with John Garfield and Paul Henreid (shown here), <b>Crime By Night</b> (1944) starring Jane Wyman and <b>The Last Ride</b>(1944) which, believe it or not, concerned tire bootleggers. (Rubber was in short supply during WWII.) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgID01i7pF1OGdAZ5IZdKNXc3aslo-Yluyfdq7Z8ELLTLZdxGU7bhZRJb4B51kLO0gRXEA9s2ZUrs4JCBSoKp1JrtFoP02sQ17ItA7dw-FdXVkgt3uFTuWF2xN7pgcle96Q81wBK7LRfAU/s1600/EP01e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgID01i7pF1OGdAZ5IZdKNXc3aslo-Yluyfdq7Z8ELLTLZdxGU7bhZRJb4B51kLO0gRXEA9s2ZUrs4JCBSoKp1JrtFoP02sQ17ItA7dw-FdXVkgt3uFTuWF2xN7pgcle96Q81wBK7LRfAU/s320/EP01e.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>The Very Thought of You</b> (1944) seemed to mark a positive turn in her career, taking its name from the popular song written in 1934, and offering up considerable chemistry between Parker and her leading man Dennis Morgan. After this, Parker began to win bigger and better roles in the studio's more important movies. She had also eloped early in 1943 to a dentist, but that marriage would be finished by the end of 1944.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKkjvd6a6_VOi7zUHzgcAEi87Nog43nUNRzt3AirocjgNrbu0pEN1S_3R5YzmTlYapwwJ7vSryydOplnuKCdnc3bTWWQWiqmZ_FkEkwzoDZ0xBJWi-zpJcg5-1NaHszQv_SOD0_HhKhrs/s1600/EP04d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKkjvd6a6_VOi7zUHzgcAEi87Nog43nUNRzt3AirocjgNrbu0pEN1S_3R5YzmTlYapwwJ7vSryydOplnuKCdnc3bTWWQWiqmZ_FkEkwzoDZ0xBJWi-zpJcg5-1NaHszQv_SOD0_HhKhrs/s320/EP04d.JPG" width="249" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Back in 1934, Bette Davis had soared to fame in<b> Of Human Bondage</b> and now a decade later, Parker sought to do the same. Filmed in 1944, it was shelved and not released until 1946, diminishing its success. The studio felt that it was too grim and cut several of Parker's best moments. (She had studied her cockney accent so closely that several of her British costars didn't realize she was American!) While the remake didn't come close to the impact of Davis' earlier rendition, Davis was remarkably accepting of Parker being chosen to do the role and even sent her a good luck gift. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_LJG8uVkWc-AdhFg1NRGFfrtAAMCZmez5xd3wMMsAM425UdA2iq50aRe7pe_z7kx4Qmc3zhaawhzxf7NME7wDVnV4xTLQ7MQ2n3mr2D3IqP1HRXSBZ6pSyi89vRW254PYVzITUkuEeQ/s1600/EP01d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_LJG8uVkWc-AdhFg1NRGFfrtAAMCZmez5xd3wMMsAM425UdA2iq50aRe7pe_z7kx4Qmc3zhaawhzxf7NME7wDVnV4xTLQ7MQ2n3mr2D3IqP1HRXSBZ6pSyi89vRW254PYVzITUkuEeQ/s320/EP01d.jpg" width="243" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The director of <b>The Very Thought of You</b>, Delmer Daves, had employed Parker's voice in <b>Destination Tokyo </b>(1943) and utilized her among the many stars in <b>Hollywood Canteen</b>(1944) and so was happy to promote her to leading lady opposite John Garfield in <b>Pride of the Marines</b> in 1945. She played the concerned fiancee to his blinded veteran character.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdK3ibNBTDLfxGnYiT31pEVcT-89EkCEeWea_z7oJrSAM6ML7jBk1V89ywuGZ9EdnKhtDtUXmfVDaiAo6OeoYGYdGGuzMPx1hVHRE-xL0kTPu31EqBUD6rKOOTg9WaIGZ0dNsTflDeh34/s1600/EP01b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdK3ibNBTDLfxGnYiT31pEVcT-89EkCEeWea_z7oJrSAM6ML7jBk1V89ywuGZ9EdnKhtDtUXmfVDaiAo6OeoYGYdGGuzMPx1hVHRE-xL0kTPu31EqBUD6rKOOTg9WaIGZ0dNsTflDeh34/s320/EP01b.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Parker's next two movies (<b>Never Say Goodbye</b>, 1946, and <b>Escape Me Never</b>, 1947) placed her in the arms of Warner Brothers' chief action star Errol Flynn, though both of these movies were departures from him from the westerns and swashbucklers he was known for. <b>Goodbye</b> had them as ex-spouses whose daughter wants them back together while <b>Escape </b>concerned a love quadrangle set in 1900. She married for a second time in 1946 to a producer named Bert Friedlob.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi91bkPc6YCVc_8VLB9SN_gePqLh6LFAFwMlDs8hs2DEhznpsB_gIZaYsCdYkJwRzcibx5Ut5pi4nGFDmB4t6_7kEbrlpvEXcz6m3TpPJtScouDZV_5rPR_92bVCi5-hCpiGH6m6Biqhc/s1600/EP06d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi91bkPc6YCVc_8VLB9SN_gePqLh6LFAFwMlDs8hs2DEhznpsB_gIZaYsCdYkJwRzcibx5Ut5pi4nGFDmB4t6_7kEbrlpvEXcz6m3TpPJtScouDZV_5rPR_92bVCi5-hCpiGH6m6Biqhc/s320/EP06d.JPG" width="228" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A reasonably high-profile role came in 1947's <b>The Voice of the Turtle</b>, based on a hit Broadway play (a three-character piece that starred Margaret Sullavan), but the author John Van Druten publicly drubbed the casting of Ronald Reagan and Ms. Parker in the lead roles. Despite this (and a truly impenetrable hairdo), Parker excelled in the role of a struggling actress offering a spare bed to a soldier during a housing crisis. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn94K7HOdK2-3W_gvOKF2NAHiW9kFQ_jRBxUdBMZy4EUzUp7nI3_-E3ohl3tgbypTMIOMTdVbj-UOR-VJrsbRdVMqOswa0O5-JLX6mC0d3yy97-aemX7dEqL5iGyk7fgea-SHEz38Isn0/s1600/EP01c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn94K7HOdK2-3W_gvOKF2NAHiW9kFQ_jRBxUdBMZy4EUzUp7nI3_-E3ohl3tgbypTMIOMTdVbj-UOR-VJrsbRdVMqOswa0O5-JLX6mC0d3yy97-aemX7dEqL5iGyk7fgea-SHEz38Isn0/s320/EP01c.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">1948's <b>The Woman in White</b> is one of my favorite films starring Parker (alongside Alexis Smith.) Later made into a Broadway musical (what hasn't?), it tells the Gothic story of a young heiress (Parker) who's being targeted by a variety of selfish individuals who don't have her best interests at heart. The title figure is a frightened, timid thing (also played by Parker) who is seen flitting around the estate grounds from time to time. A superlative supporting cast that includes Sydney Greenstreet, Gig Young, Agnes Moorehead and John Abbott helps give a boost to the proceedings.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEee00a_i95-BIUxh4lFd2G0tOqs1yfnXwAarGE8ZN19ARkr7bVg7UVmowuWQ9UICN1y_6z45tMdGJX3vCoAnyLE28LuzsStvpXkMNBh221mrgy_RghB7ejyQ6AKo4Pc6DKtnqtfg74N4/s1600/EP01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEee00a_i95-BIUxh4lFd2G0tOqs1yfnXwAarGE8ZN19ARkr7bVg7UVmowuWQ9UICN1y_6z45tMdGJX3vCoAnyLE28LuzsStvpXkMNBh221mrgy_RghB7ejyQ6AKo4Pc6DKtnqtfg74N4/s320/EP01.JPG" width="244" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Starring along with the hugely popular Humphrey Bogart in 1950's <b>Chain Lightning</b> was a sign that she'd fully arrived as an actress of some consideration. She'd managed to fit two children into the picture by this time as well, a daughter Susan born in 1948 and another one, Sharon, in 1950, though her marriage to Friedlob was tempestuous throughout, with joyous highs and fierce lows.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6e0yeyHMA8GMUl4xVJCm81GnM4POt5K8g3BKeFg_ZEP72vPADsjDmUk9SxWrBbHQrMVNmnXlhU7QOY_Al81zc3FymiPNN68cKZs0zoDaNLgPsOoM0aSBirx3LMsDc60EHxIXJDHoL0jI/s1600/EP02c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6e0yeyHMA8GMUl4xVJCm81GnM4POt5K8g3BKeFg_ZEP72vPADsjDmUk9SxWrBbHQrMVNmnXlhU7QOY_Al81zc3FymiPNN68cKZs0zoDaNLgPsOoM0aSBirx3LMsDc60EHxIXJDHoL0jI/s320/EP02c.jpg" width="260" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Headstrong from the very start about when and how she would commence her film career, she also set a Warner Brothers record for the number and length of suspensions she went on rather that report to a movie or a role she didn't believe would be appropriate. This doesn't mean that she didn't want to injure her image, just the opposite as a matter of fact. She sought parts that would stretch the perimeters of her persona, wanting to play every sort of character imaginable from docile, "Plain Jane" types to elegant, sophisticated ones (where she particularly excelled.) This propensity for changing her acting style and appearance from part to part would earn her the nickname “Woman of a Thousand Faces,” though it also prevented her from establishing a star identity that audiences could come to rely on.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJck3g3Mk2K4kdz11OAfSw9RiLdu3VSLV2ggJTTD4FAS9p49q5NojLF9Un8X3ws8erlUsNMUdxq9tmbPcwnNQIxmDPgZWQqHDdSZHSFz8TYgsouFe7T8uMglMsqdUTvG_1iDcdl4PJqMw/s1600/EP02b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJck3g3Mk2K4kdz11OAfSw9RiLdu3VSLV2ggJTTD4FAS9p49q5NojLF9Un8X3ws8erlUsNMUdxq9tmbPcwnNQIxmDPgZWQqHDdSZHSFz8TYgsouFe7T8uMglMsqdUTvG_1iDcdl4PJqMw/s320/EP02b.jpg" width="302" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In any case, from 1950 on, her career began to really take hold. <b>Three Secrets</b> was a hit with audiences as a trio of ladies (Ruth Roman, Patricia Neal and Parker) sweated it out over which one of them was the mother of a young boy involved in a plane crash. Note the similar jawlines and the basic makeup schemes applied to these ladies as they wended their way through the cookie-cutter machinations of a 1950s film studio. (Parker had been set to star in <b>The Hasty Heart</b> in 1949 before it went to Neal.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgANvsQhdMF6IkxImrBuW_uVJzmYeuTwNQhIx-G5gsPimS-5AicPaMbkOP2kvtmq70lS2fmIvwcm2Va5eSfnn1kZaJBeBBum1cwZz-FsEQj3TxOOgFbi7Vm-ekFo58cZqpFmNS5faoMv3A/s1600/EP06f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgANvsQhdMF6IkxImrBuW_uVJzmYeuTwNQhIx-G5gsPimS-5AicPaMbkOP2kvtmq70lS2fmIvwcm2Va5eSfnn1kZaJBeBBum1cwZz-FsEQj3TxOOgFbi7Vm-ekFo58cZqpFmNS5faoMv3A/s320/EP06f.JPG" width="244" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The real showcase for Parker of 1950, however, was <b>Caged</b>, all about a rather fragile girl who is sent to prison as an accomplice to armed robbery (as committed by her now-deceased husband.) The horror involves not only a passel of hardened, trouble-making fellow inmates but also a leering, cruel matron played by the unforgettable Hope Emerson. Agnes Moorehead, as a caring warden, lead a cast of colorful character actresses who filled out the plethora of supporting roles.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZycybdVlmPNbNwcnfobbQ2PDxlnYqLvCK0bs-e0GEdsQcoBz9hV7sf-Z3ZOEtpM6kJSLZ9VIMwTadEG9ifomJyJFwIPEL7qWJ1VdWVSJHHddud-aXuGXSfMrd1TVMqI-ZB4lQe0Dav6A/s1600/EP02d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZycybdVlmPNbNwcnfobbQ2PDxlnYqLvCK0bs-e0GEdsQcoBz9hV7sf-Z3ZOEtpM6kJSLZ9VIMwTadEG9ifomJyJFwIPEL7qWJ1VdWVSJHHddud-aXuGXSfMrd1TVMqI-ZB4lQe0Dav6A/s320/EP02d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Emerson was nominated for an Oscar, but lost to Josephine Hull in <b>Harvey</b>. Parker scored her first best Actress nomination, but was in the considerable company of Anne Baxter and Bette Davis of <b>All About Eve</b>, Gloria Swanson of <b>Sunset Boulevard</b> and the surprise winner, Judy Holliday of <b>Born Yesterday</b>.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilzlPLD-X1_MdVwSarT6aOl-KYsdcK_EcZq1qzCtUU8Da31PP7RezttQToXQtgV3KK9TFBt2ZGV1riQdn8dxyFtZ-mkgIX4tUokm-DGpQl5D74DC-2Rciz5IcqzOGLTPDzmwXfdP0JESY/s1600/EP03d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilzlPLD-X1_MdVwSarT6aOl-KYsdcK_EcZq1qzCtUU8Da31PP7RezttQToXQtgV3KK9TFBt2ZGV1riQdn8dxyFtZ-mkgIX4tUokm-DGpQl5D74DC-2Rciz5IcqzOGLTPDzmwXfdP0JESY/s320/EP03d.JPG" width="205" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The following year, Parker did the light comedy <b>A Millionaire for Christy</b> with Fred MacMurray and was one of the various female love interests for newcomer Anthony Dexter as <b>Valentino</b>, a highly-fictionalized take on the silent screen legend. She and her daughters (one and three at the time) narrowly escaped death that year when she woke in the night to the smell of smoke to find that their house was on fire!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVATlesPxf5YMUU6QuLfyok5J_SuAKuynzuralynGiql37DdAxrKjB8DWOLfmPeDqkgiATkBY6qVFMOJwQX65_8SkrbiktuDYzE6LZsipuQuJlre7J6_kJAkcVS3N4Rw6Ay5n0oFKmRLM/s1600/EP05d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVATlesPxf5YMUU6QuLfyok5J_SuAKuynzuralynGiql37DdAxrKjB8DWOLfmPeDqkgiATkBY6qVFMOJwQX65_8SkrbiktuDYzE6LZsipuQuJlre7J6_kJAkcVS3N4Rw6Ay5n0oFKmRLM/s200/EP05d.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Professionally, though, the highlight of 1951 was her role in <b>Detective Story</b> with Kirk Douglas. The film, based on an acclaimed Broadway play, traced one eventful day in the life of a busy police precinct. Directed by William Wyler, one of Hollywood's all-time best helmsmen, she played the loving wife of driven police detective Douglas who winds up figuring into one of his current (and controversial) cases. The then-touchy subject matter of the part had her (and costar Lee Grant) up for an Oscar again as Best Actress (this time the statuette going to Vivien Leigh in <b>A Streetcar Named Desire</b>.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrl_bHMImphlObOY7RIPILAghuHX8qOdJWhJs-pqJvf5AuVxOYbcXL9eaEowuuo_qn3T3waRZPvBQPckYgxfsBWYJOebgco1OlyVqhFwHrD4xA3vXqrSqinuvILyfzdBwbDjm1IPdbOo0/s1600/EP03e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrl_bHMImphlObOY7RIPILAghuHX8qOdJWhJs-pqJvf5AuVxOYbcXL9eaEowuuo_qn3T3waRZPvBQPckYgxfsBWYJOebgco1OlyVqhFwHrD4xA3vXqrSqinuvILyfzdBwbDjm1IPdbOo0/s320/EP03e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">1952 brought major changes to her career as she was signed as an MGM contract player, that studio being the crème de la crème of moviemakers. Up first was the colorful romp <b>Scaramouche</b>, starring Stewart Granger as a wanted man who disguises himself as a clown in a theatrical troupe in order to exact revenge on his enemy Mel Ferrer. Parker played a beautiful fellow performer in the troupe. Janet Leigh also costarred in this colorful, expensive swashbuckler, one which contains what is believed to be the longest fencing duel in cinema history. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhHs4gkCXeo0mo078CMIUx7FWTV5ZlB64Q7AX0nqBZuQId1qH5ZGAvYgLsZ3pn0Us2f1-AlZD_GktL7mv9Sk4LGR9B6EsTSSFuPyzZqXNFwU0NL8fbfQzg7uGM9pWOqAz9aQjblnr6XJc/s1600/EP09b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhHs4gkCXeo0mo078CMIUx7FWTV5ZlB64Q7AX0nqBZuQId1qH5ZGAvYgLsZ3pn0Us2f1-AlZD_GktL7mv9Sk4LGR9B6EsTSSFuPyzZqXNFwU0NL8fbfQzg7uGM9pWOqAz9aQjblnr6XJc/s320/EP09b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Her other film this year was <b>Above and Beyond</b>, about the man who piloted the plane that dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima, effectively ending WWII. Robert Taylor was the star and Parker played his agonized wife, from whom he must keep many details of the operation secret. This was the first teaming of Taylor and Parker and they would develop a strong chemistry together (with Parker reportedly in love with him.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnBmF4AGO4LNG1lt9t44Hg6SUL3S8uTGqiquNIrhFpDPP6Cty4go3MPSf7d8sHLe9LdaWSd84ptkzMP9sm85Bzxo9VS6nkqOd_nilHiIFgPJv_7ezhbTVIJ4m21Gs4X2fecUmIKoL6ZCc/s1600/EP05b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnBmF4AGO4LNG1lt9t44Hg6SUL3S8uTGqiquNIrhFpDPP6Cty4go3MPSf7d8sHLe9LdaWSd84ptkzMP9sm85Bzxo9VS6nkqOd_nilHiIFgPJv_7ezhbTVIJ4m21Gs4X2fecUmIKoL6ZCc/s320/EP05b.JPG" width="311" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In October of '52, she gave birth to son Richard, though her marriage to Friedlob would be over before another year had passed. Her next film was 1953's <b>Escape from Fort Bravo</b>, an attractive Civil War-era western in which she portrayed a gorgeous Confederate spy opposite William Holden and John Forsythe as battling officers on either side.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIYz354EjDtuNQdmCdP6c9mMbRKRrE02OPL_QCjVpHAhgS9IsDZ3z9HW6GdKfO8-JYFjT9-O8E0D0v9QiY_1WbV9E7bsBcwcxN7pNolRoXAxOztsn57mIlHL5Iz0Y7rAaE9_1_H2FqEcQ/s1600/EP04c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIYz354EjDtuNQdmCdP6c9mMbRKRrE02OPL_QCjVpHAhgS9IsDZ3z9HW6GdKfO8-JYFjT9-O8E0D0v9QiY_1WbV9E7bsBcwcxN7pNolRoXAxOztsn57mIlHL5Iz0Y7rAaE9_1_H2FqEcQ/s320/EP04c.JPG" width="250" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">One of my favorite films of hers (and the first one I ever saw after beginning to delve into her career prior to <b>The Sound of Music</b>) is 1954's <b>The Naked Jungle</b>. In it (looking strikingly beautiful throughout), she played the mail-order bride of surly South American plantation owner Charlton Heston. He gets far more than he bargained for when she arrives with a personality and a set of opinions instead of just the warm, decorative body he'd had in mind.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVAJMvc3WrgDECTOH6VgEccz_jVMa9FxbW9a4MoXOMCS9MKH69k6KN7YULMs-bHQMwCkGW1HdLHa9Fll8kfspoaKEmLg96VlAdMSuC5FJO_rm3ti2JlFHF4tWEONcyGqN_58TalFr0e9g/s1600/EP03f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVAJMvc3WrgDECTOH6VgEccz_jVMa9FxbW9a4MoXOMCS9MKH69k6KN7YULMs-bHQMwCkGW1HdLHa9Fll8kfspoaKEmLg96VlAdMSuC5FJO_rm3ti2JlFHF4tWEONcyGqN_58TalFr0e9g/s320/EP03f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">One scene, improvised by Heston (yes, it happened!) had him splashing perfume on her during a scuffle, highlighting the well-matched chemistry they'd developed on screen. Just as their romantic squabbles are reaching a head, the land is beset with Marabunta! (cue the threatening, overly-dramatic music!) Army ants descend on them, devouring everything in their path. (This and Elizabeth Taylor's <b>Elephant Walk</b>, released the same year, share similar plot-lines.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWcXBs2IioF0zhS_W1Gnpsrk_wj19AvJs3eB6PqUG3e0N1lJYQAVHWTzUZNAVhNs9Q_sWmjAuqicCTNQeNZqZsxOFpaPKEdVGIRx7_n5QlDikFIq6lewGGQyFnyN2S-RBirnw9POxvsg/s1600/EP09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWcXBs2IioF0zhS_W1Gnpsrk_wj19AvJs3eB6PqUG3e0N1lJYQAVHWTzUZNAVhNs9Q_sWmjAuqicCTNQeNZqZsxOFpaPKEdVGIRx7_n5QlDikFIq6lewGGQyFnyN2S-RBirnw9POxvsg/s320/EP09.JPG" width="252" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Her next two films placed her in the arms of Robert Taylor again, <b>Valley of the Kings</b> (1954), set in Eqypt and concerning the search for a tomb, and <b>Many Rivers to Cross</b>(1955), a rural tale involving tomboy Parker's pursuit of Taylor. Parker and Taylor entertained the notion of a permanent relationship during this period, though he had already met and would soon marry his second wife, Ursula Theiss, and she proceeded to marry artist Paul Clemens at the end of 1954.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuc8FQdoz5dfFNPNUqsm2QnD3Nc84CR-5KoVwi3sdKj8A7dVoWw1OyY012j8pp8s12KfDxdwfUq-cdU2-GgEaC91IUbj_PvVnQQZSafz_S2C5_TS8exWByyeNvgLvewOwomawZK_EgvOU/s1600/EP04g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuc8FQdoz5dfFNPNUqsm2QnD3Nc84CR-5KoVwi3sdKj8A7dVoWw1OyY012j8pp8s12KfDxdwfUq-cdU2-GgEaC91IUbj_PvVnQQZSafz_S2C5_TS8exWByyeNvgLvewOwomawZK_EgvOU/s320/EP04g.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPYqiBpeiP-jq1eCe4v3uWQJ8OWNKpKMYRXUbB9-CMNFp4PBYwXa51OPkOL9m6f6ZTuMmF83GRaev-IrxFcseXcoqgOvMv_Nd4Pvu2FjYZaDLlu45CQL29DCc2PcXq18DNyRhWOgtAHBI/s1600/EP03c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPYqiBpeiP-jq1eCe4v3uWQJ8OWNKpKMYRXUbB9-CMNFp4PBYwXa51OPkOL9m6f6ZTuMmF83GRaev-IrxFcseXcoqgOvMv_Nd4Pvu2FjYZaDLlu45CQL29DCc2PcXq18DNyRhWOgtAHBI/s320/EP03c.JPG" width="254" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">She put forth two more strong performances in 1955, one of which was in Otto Preminger's <b>The Man with the Golden Arm</b>. The provocative drug-addiction drama had Frank Sinatra as a drummer with a heroin addiction who's riddled with guilt over his wheelchair-bound wife's condition. Parker, as the wife, clings to him mercilessly, which ends up sending him into the calming arms of Kim Novak.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0h6ep0uTiSKXF14nIyh2iFcBnJz1pPHWO4_vnbyJKTTgmWLLIByBSy0fhjHbyPhJenYvrLXQ2bjV72fNG-TJSG3mDQkzCjzNXCV2U4gQaGQGNCEu4pnc7n36IrbGktBazGG9SYsZHi1Y/s1600/EP04e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0h6ep0uTiSKXF14nIyh2iFcBnJz1pPHWO4_vnbyJKTTgmWLLIByBSy0fhjHbyPhJenYvrLXQ2bjV72fNG-TJSG3mDQkzCjzNXCV2U4gQaGQGNCEu4pnc7n36IrbGktBazGG9SYsZHi1Y/s320/EP04e.JPG" width="265" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirA8JNCku_taiGCcN6SNIyzyi3B2MwJGH9y5PPs5cW2CnmqqsV15Hscf_NG4jK3zXZ_q2MfVR-H50FxEOsn85SbTjGhIVySgaaegYNBAIXzF86wupkzl5F5TgmJ26J97P-84IoEEp2Hpg/s1600/EP05e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirA8JNCku_taiGCcN6SNIyzyi3B2MwJGH9y5PPs5cW2CnmqqsV15Hscf_NG4jK3zXZ_q2MfVR-H50FxEOsn85SbTjGhIVySgaaegYNBAIXzF86wupkzl5F5TgmJ26J97P-84IoEEp2Hpg/s320/EP05e.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Then there was <b>Interrupted Melody</b>, which was the big-budget story of opera singer Marjorie Lawrence who was stricken with polio at the height of her career. Parker studied laboriously to achieve the correct phrasing and breathing in order to convincingly match the vocals provided by Eileen Farrell during the many song performances, requiring only one take on each to get the desired result. Rather than move her lips to Farrell's singing, she actually sang along an octave lower to provide more realism in the sequences.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUih1AyyOpBEyic5Y5oq7vD_E_dlVP5qxBZHWrxniXWw43rYmc8dE00g2Y5tTy2rWwB1FM2VJJAGIZR4ljO4HyvKXy5NZdvvtXJDzd809g9jq4MneQ7O-AxIH3RZTKVm_fYdza8L2i-30/s1600/EP04f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUih1AyyOpBEyic5Y5oq7vD_E_dlVP5qxBZHWrxniXWw43rYmc8dE00g2Y5tTy2rWwB1FM2VJJAGIZR4ljO4HyvKXy5NZdvvtXJDzd809g9jq4MneQ7O-AxIH3RZTKVm_fYdza8L2i-30/s320/EP04f.JPG" width="320" /></a>Beyond that, she was done up in a wildly varying array of stage costumes, wigs and makeup as she portrayed the life of an opera diva. This sequence at left always puts me in the mind of Joan Collins! Ha!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxAwG5BKb1FIf-wGHJgah24uBHu9D5r0hWjuXTU0g4P5JrkgzcBW0uVC9tQcDxonQ1fxq12ZokuxkKNBVLajydg6i9aOHp58uGTJnMSr2szcXlVVEvOGSUvnTxeR1GZSqzRUrL7mWWIA/s1600/EP06c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxAwG5BKb1FIf-wGHJgah24uBHu9D5r0hWjuXTU0g4P5JrkgzcBW0uVC9tQcDxonQ1fxq12ZokuxkKNBVLajydg6i9aOHp58uGTJnMSr2szcXlVVEvOGSUvnTxeR1GZSqzRUrL7mWWIA/s320/EP06c.JPG" width="243" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Sadly, she also had to contend with the selfish, devious tactics of costar Glenn Ford who not only insisted on top-billing for what was not his story, but also stopped at nothing to diminish Parker's effectiveness while trying to upstage her and draw focus to himself. In spite of this, she was nominated a third time for the Best Actress Oscar for her work. This time, Anna Magnani won for <b>The Rose Tattoo</b>.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNnzAH1Mtg1ym4vhWFMm12-epON6i1zgOrVo3XHTaaxonFTF2NHscBnxUv0wkrjEvlRO4kIfV9wJcygj-9SerNWtSho_SbRZpBux-rUaR5AeBUGvGmy6zNJUuvIIqsDEkMSXslZObCNg0/s1600/EP03g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNnzAH1Mtg1ym4vhWFMm12-epON6i1zgOrVo3XHTaaxonFTF2NHscBnxUv0wkrjEvlRO4kIfV9wJcygj-9SerNWtSho_SbRZpBux-rUaR5AeBUGvGmy6zNJUuvIIqsDEkMSXslZObCNg0/s320/EP03g.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">She next costarred with Clark Gable in the western romance <b>The King and Four Queens</b>, about Gable's efforts to draw the location of a buried fortune out of the four young ladies who live there with their feisty mother-in-law. Having endured Glenn Ford's “techniques” during <b>Melody</b>, she had no such trouble with Gable, but did see him use his clout to have the editors take the guts out of Jo Van Fleet's performance of the old lady as she was deemed to be good enough to walk off with all the praise in the movie otherwise.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzdFUnUWzIhQB5QrqD99jKQwjwNEeOYAjRMkWBK3jvUBIb9kRGuQ8mwsIMQ-i2PgIn36dantq-FwcqFMbYkqXuS5bl8wk3bCzbdOQtsHwqfpNq47KR_MXPaNhKKcUp6eI7mPN5cNWEJ0/s1600/EP05f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzdFUnUWzIhQB5QrqD99jKQwjwNEeOYAjRMkWBK3jvUBIb9kRGuQ8mwsIMQ-i2PgIn36dantq-FwcqFMbYkqXuS5bl8wk3bCzbdOQtsHwqfpNq47KR_MXPaNhKKcUp6eI7mPN5cNWEJ0/s320/EP05f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In 1957, Parker enjoyed two more challenging parts. <b>Lizzie</b> was by far the more dynamic as she enacted the role of a woman with split personalities. She was the shy and inhibited Elizabeth, the wild and brash Lizzie and the well-rounded, confident Beth. A similar movie, released several months later, called<b> The Three Faces of Eve</b> wound up getting far more attention and won its star Joanne Woodward the Oscar.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXXWs2rNAbHl_1ZnzGAbk-OV2ywwB-VK0H3yPZEyZjV1AaI9TI6yPLFJLqbWiqdtodyeauVR52TGjXINxD25csUm7q9CxcBWibozsd35Yhmt2w_VDfdOalq9PiJv7HXCL2ApAntXgN_V8/s1600/EP06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXXWs2rNAbHl_1ZnzGAbk-OV2ywwB-VK0H3yPZEyZjV1AaI9TI6yPLFJLqbWiqdtodyeauVR52TGjXINxD25csUm7q9CxcBWibozsd35Yhmt2w_VDfdOalq9PiJv7HXCL2ApAntXgN_V8/s320/EP06.jpg" width="243" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Her other film of that year was <b>The Seventh Sin</b>, a remake of Greta Garbo's 1934 drama <b>The Painted Veil</b>. I'm using these fun Asian-flavored wardrobe tests in order to illustrate this one.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5u4lRRcFnYiIFxJdk2uFoeGpoHqMl_bU3xr4nlGSdhGdwKq9U4UZsjyI70Abk3PwoJEjCdK6yIlxDtp6r5ZGXgU9UtvkNLcm0WuPivT6s_p41lFO96U2EAtfAVr9Q04VXAHgmcwJp3tg/s1600/EP07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5u4lRRcFnYiIFxJdk2uFoeGpoHqMl_bU3xr4nlGSdhGdwKq9U4UZsjyI70Abk3PwoJEjCdK6yIlxDtp6r5ZGXgU9UtvkNLcm0WuPivT6s_p41lFO96U2EAtfAVr9Q04VXAHgmcwJp3tg/s320/EP07.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">She played the adulterous wife of a downbeat doctor who takes her to cholera-ridden China with him as punishment. There she slowly grows as a person and begins to renew her interest in the husband (Bill Travers.) (By the way, get a load of the flowery description of this dress as shown below in the copy provided by the studio publicity people for this black and white movie!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9oHNVY-eY-0kiDXIfEwPE-6GfT_xuKIWygUjBoSyJ9zHi_XfKUQ0qZTq7_hjZtUbwcqd9ZtZkKkcpSKtCmsz4KOUAuDos_hIdhPZx3FtygFHeYDrEOOPyjFiP9AtjqO-LEYSppoQ71jQ/s1600/EP07b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="61" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9oHNVY-eY-0kiDXIfEwPE-6GfT_xuKIWygUjBoSyJ9zHi_XfKUQ0qZTq7_hjZtUbwcqd9ZtZkKkcpSKtCmsz4KOUAuDos_hIdhPZx3FtygFHeYDrEOOPyjFiP9AtjqO-LEYSppoQ71jQ/s320/EP07b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7XH4iX70Xcg3302x-FHr2K8KcbyGv6un6xpyOBz9vvHCg9LDz6kMPUV77owtz9CCw1dv2z9WOxsYjxrPpfaiw2NlQDMf5DuYaPXMW16tGUZPycsGqLo3cuOWZq6BG2kcYAqksbk_fnhA/s1600/EP03b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7XH4iX70Xcg3302x-FHr2K8KcbyGv6un6xpyOBz9vvHCg9LDz6kMPUV77owtz9CCw1dv2z9WOxsYjxrPpfaiw2NlQDMf5DuYaPXMW16tGUZPycsGqLo3cuOWZq6BG2kcYAqksbk_fnhA/s320/EP03b.JPG" width="230" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Though it was a meaty part and she did an excellent job (getting to rub elbows with screen scoundrel George Sanders in the process), the film certainly didn't erase anyone's memories of the earlier version. (And, in fact, was remade again in 2006 with Naomi Watts and Edward Norton.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-xesUUlz3RYRqnPi6-Pe7nxXU2joh-YlNyJJvR0bJh-o7YEmBhpQRAGwifJy3GbjiCgH8EDRJ9xG74ptHmb72e_LnTQS2sMsfbSZNX8CZfLe4ZgZLS12nNKbdfSe92fyK4r8Zt34KbE/s1600/EP06h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-xesUUlz3RYRqnPi6-Pe7nxXU2joh-YlNyJJvR0bJh-o7YEmBhpQRAGwifJy3GbjiCgH8EDRJ9xG74ptHmb72e_LnTQS2sMsfbSZNX8CZfLe4ZgZLS12nNKbdfSe92fyK4r8Zt34KbE/s320/EP06h.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Pregnancy and motherhood for a fourth time was a factor in keeping her off the screen in 1958 as her son Paul was born in January of that year. Late in the year, she began filming what would be a 1959 release, <b>A Hole in the Head</b> with her <b>Golden Arm</b> costar Frank Sinatra. She portrayed a pretty widow who's being set up as marriage material with the down on his luck motel owner played by Sinatra.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdyRj-LpS1Vu2QmwxhXDTdPBJ1cE7ogNDLm_q5Vi2_5eFWCeZCtgtF4mYCdMAK0AmlgofiFRNOeKYnnY0lcPEtOZzsB-MdhBBOdYUoKpJ0Waz9bfRR2FhhocVmg4sMIaRt911A7NKvi9c/s1600/EP05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdyRj-LpS1Vu2QmwxhXDTdPBJ1cE7ogNDLm_q5Vi2_5eFWCeZCtgtF4mYCdMAK0AmlgofiFRNOeKYnnY0lcPEtOZzsB-MdhBBOdYUoKpJ0Waz9bfRR2FhhocVmg4sMIaRt911A7NKvi9c/s320/EP05.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This was followed in 1960 by <b>Home from the Hill</b>, a family drama in which she played the wounded, emotionally remote wife of Robert Mitchum, who has one son with her (George Hamilton) and one with another woman (George Peppard.) Directed by Vincente Minnelli, the movie was attractive to look at, but lacked enough spark to make it a memorable classic.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzQmzC33d9_SBtHxRBlRKJVsilCHfJ7d_IYQTWOe_uBDOShnXnTc_BeVP5Uk39hsM8uokQZR4I_IF9V1IhUCdYYMLsaG_2xt_dT0MLNdhYoyq9sW1bgnSpJRQC98ylXQ6-XwUurgzW1M/s1600/EP04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzQmzC33d9_SBtHxRBlRKJVsilCHfJ7d_IYQTWOe_uBDOShnXnTc_BeVP5Uk39hsM8uokQZR4I_IF9V1IhUCdYYMLsaG_2xt_dT0MLNdhYoyq9sW1bgnSpJRQC98ylXQ6-XwUurgzW1M/s320/EP04.JPG" width="255" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A sequel to the smash 1957 hit <b>Peyton Place</b> was being planned and when virtually none of the original stars could be retained for it, Parker claimed the Lana Turner role in <b>Return to Peyton Place</b> (1961.) She played the once-repressed, now happily-married mother of a burgeoning novelist played by Carol Lynley. This movie cannot wipe the shoes of the original, but does offer up a few charms, not the least of which is the staggering Mary Astor as the town villainess. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg76Vw76FPv1jhcnjtp4zKU4XRAj2uTEbI95cOME5_drMqj5IsqRjxiDN25N9iCkL7rkVxRxR22Th0lb4OxecpXgIJJk5ppSuNvWRj8uWI9_YmIgWAj927BGDwamkpOFSaiQDUjqYsdN7A/s1600/EP04b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg76Vw76FPv1jhcnjtp4zKU4XRAj2uTEbI95cOME5_drMqj5IsqRjxiDN25N9iCkL7rkVxRxR22Th0lb4OxecpXgIJJk5ppSuNvWRj8uWI9_YmIgWAj927BGDwamkpOFSaiQDUjqYsdN7A/s320/EP04b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">When Lynley's book hits the streets, it causes a whole tidal wave of offense, causing Parker to hit the roof and send her daughter packing. Then, as in the prior movie, a climactic courtroom hearing allows characters to have his or her say, including Parker. It was not in the end a prestigious movie (and was riddled from the start with casting issues followed by script and editing problems), but she was one of the few folks who was at home with the material.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmqDHycThyaQYduIx4g2JGEmNhVLt6auukYbCQy2eKX-5oqSs2zj-RxfzM26YSdbWmnoNXxW0xLDZ84YzGUXKye3VTnUjzYm0oxM_El2TKjFrV8lrm94euUslj8OidIo4_-Ju4bwW6T7g/s1600/EP06b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmqDHycThyaQYduIx4g2JGEmNhVLt6auukYbCQy2eKX-5oqSs2zj-RxfzM26YSdbWmnoNXxW0xLDZ84YzGUXKye3VTnUjzYm0oxM_El2TKjFrV8lrm94euUslj8OidIo4_-Ju4bwW6T7g/s320/EP06b.JPG" width="253" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>Madison Avenue</b> (1962) with Dana Andrews and Jeanne Crain marked the last time that Parker was one of the chief stars of a Hollywood feature film. The advertising arena was the setting for this ultimately rather unremarkable movie. A slowdown in order to be part of her four children's lives, marital squabbles and a fair amount of stalled, cancelled or recast projects wound up relegating her to limited work in the cinema. At forty-two, she was beyond that age for an actress to be a go-to person except those who were still top-tier (Hepburn, Davis, etc...)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjspIlG-bWJQicMzpR66LYSOylvqWtUhoMxS3_EhyAJVrcgAZLAmYFgittRj7mEIkUg54mZrEv-CC0iC3TpN968-5G2h0BTydPCFAT4YqzqLFzSkPR9ZLJBrc-E-9aosD0pW2XBdZquXIc/s1600/EP06e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjspIlG-bWJQicMzpR66LYSOylvqWtUhoMxS3_EhyAJVrcgAZLAmYFgittRj7mEIkUg54mZrEv-CC0iC3TpN968-5G2h0BTydPCFAT4YqzqLFzSkPR9ZLJBrc-E-9aosD0pW2XBdZquXIc/s320/EP06e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4BgqWXpqPhM7FARD0RIJZ_enDGUnN0xd1MYJOEdkN8W05KdAZlB68UTzMcuAGcO_saxElTsf0ZMM4rrNbrWaRBlkCE5pGfxLu6ioMkZy2mouqju_h-wXiB8_ychvwJk6c8Oers5hYV4/s1600/EP09c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4BgqWXpqPhM7FARD0RIJZ_enDGUnN0xd1MYJOEdkN8W05KdAZlB68UTzMcuAGcO_saxElTsf0ZMM4rrNbrWaRBlkCE5pGfxLu6ioMkZy2mouqju_h-wXiB8_ychvwJk6c8Oers5hYV4/s320/EP09c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">She began working on television anthologies such as <i>The Eleventh Hour</i> (in a performance that scored her an Emmy nomination – the statue went to Kim Stanley for an episode of <i>Ben Casey</i>), <i>Bob Hope Presents the Chrysler Theatre </i>and <i>Kraft Suspense Theatre</i>, as well as series like <i>Checkmate</i> and <i>Breaking Point</i>. She then wound up in the Italian-made conglomeration <b>Panic Button </b>with Maurice Chevalier, Mike Connors and Jayne Mansfield, of all people! Just around the corner from this not-in-any-way-prestigious assignment was, oddly enough, the role that would assure her a place in the annals of classic cinema, more so even than the three Oscar-nominated roles that she'd done previously.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oi1gpI7vQNgBWcBnjwLW_jKhbmHANy_LTCAwVGDR4N5LTh9vaTEzIxEJsPITPnYdukbIeEfV_dWEgGcYBjvz02qxb0hEkNmu57wQo_GmIkvVFsdTVxqH4zwQbSrZZj6QBZA12BEt9QE/s1600/EP05h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oi1gpI7vQNgBWcBnjwLW_jKhbmHANy_LTCAwVGDR4N5LTh9vaTEzIxEJsPITPnYdukbIeEfV_dWEgGcYBjvz02qxb0hEkNmu57wQo_GmIkvVFsdTVxqH4zwQbSrZZj6QBZA12BEt9QE/s320/EP05h.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Her <b>Three Secrets</b> director Robert Wise was about to mount a lavishly appointed film rendition of a hit Broadway musical. <b>The Sound of Music</b> (1965) was to star a proven stage actress named Julie Andrews who had yet to be seen by the public in a movie. As her first film, <b>Mary Poppins</b> (1964) was nearly ready to be released and he'd seen parts of it, Wise knew that she was terrific, but there was no guarantee that audiences would take to her for certain. Knowing that the male lead, Christopher Plummer, was also not yet a box office draw, he sought to put a familiar successful actress into the role of Baroness Schraeder, the potential spoiler for the movie's couple (a retired Austrian sea captain and his novice nun nanny!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4RPTtIS8O3fOWrcz3aEEwayvMI_33P3_Rp2-pfk-zEEXfaGUn5spDLiiZM7dWXRSZD13_3_U0Wkm59uZKqovC5t29LA0Iq7EP9v3pGOL4eK3bdmi3etLtCFpOrM-rshyboUzmS5GCfo/s1600/EP08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4RPTtIS8O3fOWrcz3aEEwayvMI_33P3_Rp2-pfk-zEEXfaGUn5spDLiiZM7dWXRSZD13_3_U0Wkm59uZKqovC5t29LA0Iq7EP9v3pGOL4eK3bdmi3etLtCFpOrM-rshyboUzmS5GCfo/s320/EP08.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Parker was given prestige billing (that large font billing that comes at or near the end of others in the cast and denotes who they are playing in the movie) that first came into play when Joan Crawford nestled in with the cast of secretaries in 1959's <b>The Best of Everything</b> (“Joan Crawford as Amanda Farrow.”) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRPiO7drUilngmGzifN8uJP4n3258j0WHCN6H-DoKyS7eoxYpNH2xi3tovss0LTuOIV1PwbVOdsH8UJsE6XcT0LVnz4s48edS34ZnQu2x5tnwImFR4HDtAZkk6q1NcGzA3c5lEXxHiGS8/s1600/EP11b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRPiO7drUilngmGzifN8uJP4n3258j0WHCN6H-DoKyS7eoxYpNH2xi3tovss0LTuOIV1PwbVOdsH8UJsE6XcT0LVnz4s48edS34ZnQu2x5tnwImFR4HDtAZkk6q1NcGzA3c5lEXxHiGS8/s320/EP11b.JPG" width="262" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The character was polarizing in that she was depicted as the artificial, shallow villainess who schemes to get the love-struck nun out of the way and is clearly the wrong choice for the emotionally-wounded Plummer. However, the potentially one-dimensional role was given delicious life by Parker (and the masterful screenwriter Ernest Lehman, who injected sarcastic wit throughout the dangerously gooey storyline.) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi89JsA6h_2fCZ5Lv9lWqgQSKjwBb4Jh35vVP1dbGJevwh3KOTPVZrC51GfyBHpxgdkEQR8kTJHOheah3ocDgxQXWObrXLIkm0wPIbs6q-1lwh2DnwTt3GWF6uV-zZaGsHycTx4lm9Kccw/s1600/EP05i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi89JsA6h_2fCZ5Lv9lWqgQSKjwBb4Jh35vVP1dbGJevwh3KOTPVZrC51GfyBHpxgdkEQR8kTJHOheah3ocDgxQXWObrXLIkm0wPIbs6q-1lwh2DnwTt3GWF6uV-zZaGsHycTx4lm9Kccw/s320/EP05i.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">She made one believe that under different circumstances (such as with no kids around!) she and Plummer could have been a couple. She also came to terms with the fact that she wasn't going to sway the tide of love and when the time came, nudged her fiance in the direction of the other woman and gracefully exited the scene. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGcOau5HFaKFbfw1yj3_xGC1rijGHHPCq2z0pZpJj2xpd7beQVcOrZZkh5Iph0ss-g6mMf7Tny6Wrl4UrZERnlVQFxbPfz6I3vU51XvGmutBIPWctdvnLv2ro_HblxJyqt5pozjvbGxBU/s1600/EP05c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGcOau5HFaKFbfw1yj3_xGC1rijGHHPCq2z0pZpJj2xpd7beQVcOrZZkh5Iph0ss-g6mMf7Tny6Wrl4UrZERnlVQFxbPfz6I3vU51XvGmutBIPWctdvnLv2ro_HblxJyqt5pozjvbGxBU/s320/EP05c.JPG" width="279" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In addition, she was staggeringly elegant and glamorous at all times! Parker was forty-three (is that all?!?!?) and a real-life mother of four who maintained a svelte, linear figure that showed off Dorothy Jeakins costumes to a tee. Doubtless her habit of smoking helped curb her appetite, too, it must be noted.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivl_o2GU0LNOgy1MYopYYDnH8iwGOA2dgJwFETpboJgAgHNJRIdvKlKYVvhuRFr2f4z4xpe26MJwQcIkYH_y8P_j6ou17QURRIxk1QG_EceKIkuMFcRmhp2U5N8v5XLDf906uC-RHiF7s/s1600/EP03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivl_o2GU0LNOgy1MYopYYDnH8iwGOA2dgJwFETpboJgAgHNJRIdvKlKYVvhuRFr2f4z4xpe26MJwQcIkYH_y8P_j6ou17QURRIxk1QG_EceKIkuMFcRmhp2U5N8v5XLDf906uC-RHiF7s/s320/EP03.JPG" width="246" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Now Parker has her detractors, both regarding this film and others before and after, but in The Underworld, I say what's good or bad and, to me, she is nothing short of sensational throughout! Everything she says is either playfully flirtatious, sarcastically funny or haughtily wicked and I doubt that there is a line of dialogue of hers that I don't know by heart. (One critic asked just who she thought she was, “Anne Baxter playing Joan Crawford in blonde wig?” to which I answer, “so what if she was!”)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc1xRaCDv9AbCgQxVZ1O1ETi7vLHENAm7ZiG-jC9zcvqAgFPYVVSDmyOrl18HnegQJK0gw1YCsTbOrWAT4bLwY08DBaLc7ik-CSGYg2BFzImsLrGQ5aA-3cQpv9g01OXILF5sOlU8v5D8/s1600/EP05g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc1xRaCDv9AbCgQxVZ1O1ETi7vLHENAm7ZiG-jC9zcvqAgFPYVVSDmyOrl18HnegQJK0gw1YCsTbOrWAT4bLwY08DBaLc7ik-CSGYg2BFzImsLrGQ5aA-3cQpv9g01OXILF5sOlU8v5D8/s320/EP05g.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Parker, who really could sing in real life, had her two songs with the Uncle Max character removed from the picture as the tone of her role was shifted somewhat, but in return was granted several more scenes, all of which are wondrously glamorous and amusing, sometimes even touching. Few of us can forget her, smothered in lipstick, asking costar Richard Haydn why he didn't tell her to bring her harmonica to the tune-filled Von Trapp estate!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8KjIhYjxJ7ZAdPNMb30FlBBtVITczQojbCfXjP-n82JtwrWpd1ml1f-EQnvz4r22cpafMDMhvH_uarcnwY04QxDb0vAjmpE7RSRXjcLZurVo0AwLOfaNJLqYrZ6IySfzOxDR_lrx3Lo0/s1600/EP07g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8KjIhYjxJ7ZAdPNMb30FlBBtVITczQojbCfXjP-n82JtwrWpd1ml1f-EQnvz4r22cpafMDMhvH_uarcnwY04QxDb0vAjmpE7RSRXjcLZurVo0AwLOfaNJLqYrZ6IySfzOxDR_lrx3Lo0/s320/EP07g.jpg" width="222" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">For reasons completely unknown, she is and always has been just this side of ignored when it comes to reunions, retrospectives, reflections and so on, though she is and always will be my very favorite character in the film! This is especially surprising when you know that she was completely on board with the cast and crew, cutting up with her adult costars and playing with the young ones between takes (though some of them were a bit awe-struck by her effortless aura of star power.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGiyhs-ijancZI4xt8bO_-KmHmleAw8buNjM0xbHT_1uqM8T9_J3eN80BwprmMgqyGJ01xVl96DbfehSJt2kkpijeXscTmT_7njIcJXWuhEPgqTJl9SEpzUTU_mH38r6fTmn4UV-OXSkY/s1600/EP07d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGiyhs-ijancZI4xt8bO_-KmHmleAw8buNjM0xbHT_1uqM8T9_J3eN80BwprmMgqyGJ01xVl96DbfehSJt2kkpijeXscTmT_7njIcJXWuhEPgqTJl9SEpzUTU_mH38r6fTmn4UV-OXSkY/s320/EP07d.JPG" width="255" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Now divorced from Clemens after a series of failed reconciliations, Parker determined that it was time for an image change. She would now resist the tightly-wound, cool types and the long-suffering wives and opt for more spice in her roles. Part one of this effort was the howlingly over-the-top (and thank God for it!) <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/02/presenting-oscar.html" target="_blank">The Oscar</a></b> (1966.) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">She played a stylish and confident talent agent who is enraptured by the brash up-and-coming actor Stephen Boyd and lives to regret it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiphnvXYXebdMcMTKwY7WpeTK7N_U5SfEpJwp3qJo7MLLIIpX1O5JtW0JQIQ5i6Y9zpfHvkMQHypwx_gDe4ftkys0aG9RTAVu00TUxOHCPWrDQqRYw676P4-UOQe6T59rIZxmX15eSdjOo/s1600/EP07c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiphnvXYXebdMcMTKwY7WpeTK7N_U5SfEpJwp3qJo7MLLIIpX1O5JtW0JQIQ5i6Y9zpfHvkMQHypwx_gDe4ftkys0aG9RTAVu00TUxOHCPWrDQqRYw676P4-UOQe6T59rIZxmX15eSdjOo/s320/EP07c.JPG" width="237" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtM1P90csq7Ng0H9GY9JkcH984TcCsCThTQv7bMKc-ToxNA2Pprf1gPrkEBvRFp85nn8EA16-Nvy9onbEXl1UWbSv6EZo25rteXjOH__yptAFNwdugvwrZXPgHSS8E3tMkTblLm991j-0/s1600/EP07f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtM1P90csq7Ng0H9GY9JkcH984TcCsCThTQv7bMKc-ToxNA2Pprf1gPrkEBvRFp85nn8EA16-Nvy9onbEXl1UWbSv6EZo25rteXjOH__yptAFNwdugvwrZXPgHSS8E3tMkTblLm991j-0/s320/EP07f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I love, love, love the look she is sporting here (in a scene - and costume - that never made it into the final cut.) After regally sashaying through <b>The Sound of Music</b> and having remained dignified in most of her previous roles, she filmed a post-coital bedroom scene in <b>The Oscar</b> that had her desperately railing at Boyd for using her and then leaving in a rush.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzqK02Gcf9XpeunTi0-RykDwSD1FV7L2YCwzfZ71jH76g5sg9bmGUEMQzcwH1oVmdmu3wfcg4n0a_NUlc-9dMLUteW3bDexFQFGJGvEQdrjvezWzlujxcexkNOeSbiuYQlvGpV4bqHftc/s1600/EP11d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzqK02Gcf9XpeunTi0-RykDwSD1FV7L2YCwzfZ71jH76g5sg9bmGUEMQzcwH1oVmdmu3wfcg4n0a_NUlc-9dMLUteW3bDexFQFGJGvEQdrjvezWzlujxcexkNOeSbiuYQlvGpV4bqHftc/s320/EP11d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Her other 1966 film took things even further. <b>An American Dream</b> was a disjointed movie starring Stuart Whitman and Parker's old <b>Scaramouche </b>costar Janet Leigh with Parker playing Whitman's outrageously venomous wife.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVc-QLcp58tycvapoaRy1YkFld15QmmgKQ7971ptRFxxE39yudJuN_Mt3iIMznQhN4eEKEN-a4Af2gOjf6yVvcI_TOvCKqILHB3IdpioJCwMCczGFWNLmGhAPQd0ttltrkvE7Ay1C9VwY/s1600/EP11h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVc-QLcp58tycvapoaRy1YkFld15QmmgKQ7971ptRFxxE39yudJuN_Mt3iIMznQhN4eEKEN-a4Af2gOjf6yVvcI_TOvCKqILHB3IdpioJCwMCczGFWNLmGhAPQd0ttltrkvE7Ay1C9VwY/s320/EP11h.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The near-deranged, drunken Parker is shown cavorting in bed with a pick-up (played by Jerry Douglas, who would later spend years on <i>The Young and the Restless</i> as patriarch John Abbott.) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As she cackles and crows at the TV set on which Whitman's character is appearing, she tugs at and devours little bits of the scenery.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVr-HDgD81RTFu9WuUgNTwg1OAel_FeiM-xjyQhb85zmD0mR0YxKy5D4OP0tvv319NSIl2krQeGzf0-aiErEfnco-Il7gqygH9bFtNA8iIcbrbklU4Ql2CUIdKP84v0Sv5uIsVOPXwVVU/s1600/EP11e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVr-HDgD81RTFu9WuUgNTwg1OAel_FeiM-xjyQhb85zmD0mR0YxKy5D4OP0tvv319NSIl2krQeGzf0-aiErEfnco-Il7gqygH9bFtNA8iIcbrbklU4Ql2CUIdKP84v0Sv5uIsVOPXwVVU/s320/EP11e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">She slithers around on the bed like a she-serpent...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQPVIeRbbMZt1Oa_CmNGH5xm2AmlUCdQD730e3K9-eH6F_aBG2uSJjzevIloX9TvgBXkolJm4aMgxrdKJn9ZtVI3yH2qKa55BlppA7JwUOTUVzlWFY89DuIZGW9ORrbWRBD8ce0FxomXo/s1600/EP11g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQPVIeRbbMZt1Oa_CmNGH5xm2AmlUCdQD730e3K9-eH6F_aBG2uSJjzevIloX9TvgBXkolJm4aMgxrdKJn9ZtVI3yH2qKa55BlppA7JwUOTUVzlWFY89DuIZGW9ORrbWRBD8ce0FxomXo/s320/EP11g.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">...and even briefly shows a bare nipple for those in 1966 who had razor sharp eyes!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim1CPBSNkvUHH9yfXVjn-s9_er1Wzje9GgSG_KqPEDSfcOTonzoaMNzsdeV420kZ0hJMc8RsVGvSXlgxjISfNxY_aTqi-clqDAa-QawcrQsbLSZPU79Ftyj2DzYVGEy7bQJ88CSmybet8/s1600/EP11f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim1CPBSNkvUHH9yfXVjn-s9_er1Wzje9GgSG_KqPEDSfcOTonzoaMNzsdeV420kZ0hJMc8RsVGvSXlgxjISfNxY_aTqi-clqDAa-QawcrQsbLSZPU79Ftyj2DzYVGEy7bQJ88CSmybet8/s320/EP11f.JPG" width="268" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Later in a scene with Whitman, she goes all-out to practically rip the set to pieces with her virulent, feral performance!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXTPQGO9t8Hw5cYNcyMop0LXhJkE-fCLe744cJXsHFzmdgYIChysFjfxLZkiavuRypYeOEpblftWh_tjdoDuDN-u6mHDzYcVNwmgb3hY0ZLupOvhHYFBYXQ5PR-NqYO40rxKcyDXdKos/s1600/EP11a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXTPQGO9t8Hw5cYNcyMop0LXhJkE-fCLe744cJXsHFzmdgYIChysFjfxLZkiavuRypYeOEpblftWh_tjdoDuDN-u6mHDzYcVNwmgb3hY0ZLupOvhHYFBYXQ5PR-NqYO40rxKcyDXdKos/s320/EP11a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Nevertheless, as seen here, she was still very lovely in close-up. In 1966, she flew to Las Vegas and married Raymond Hirsch, the man she would finally find lasting marital success with until his death in 2001.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_I4_Bs5uzryzs1BJHobUDJJWxSUCveiyqHsC7byUVxv2aSxMJNJ-TtcJkXGKkVJbAWeYqa1VS2_MvzZ7CHhJMLMLrxZ5tsp0fTozpa8SlIPxHkz3EbpoXzxaNHfxRqJkVfbD-aF1_GA/s1600/EP11c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_I4_Bs5uzryzs1BJHobUDJJWxSUCveiyqHsC7byUVxv2aSxMJNJ-TtcJkXGKkVJbAWeYqa1VS2_MvzZ7CHhJMLMLrxZ5tsp0fTozpa8SlIPxHkz3EbpoXzxaNHfxRqJkVfbD-aF1_GA/s320/EP11c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4nvAKjcMgVaINfm3X8FKXMVoPV27u_iXPtpc1EvF4mGbPBjnnsk3O_fjE5MydDBIg8cdsd7q3XzSjzL-WZiR7csNJh2xsF05jzXkk20kKuzoup8m5d6qks2d8Lpb5insj6oftjbcCbg0/s1600/EP08b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4nvAKjcMgVaINfm3X8FKXMVoPV27u_iXPtpc1EvF4mGbPBjnnsk3O_fjE5MydDBIg8cdsd7q3XzSjzL-WZiR7csNJh2xsF05jzXkk20kKuzoup8m5d6qks2d8Lpb5insj6oftjbcCbg0/s320/EP08b.JPG" width="243" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Next came a made for TV movie called <b>Warning Shot</b> starring David Janssen that wound up being released to movie theaters instead of aired. The tantalizing cast included <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/02/joans-ing-for-collins.html" target="_blank">JoanCollins</a>, Lillian Gish, <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-powers-to-ya.html" target="_blank">Stefanie Powers</a> and Parker as a boozy, not-exactly-grieving widow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSWsVuqBFcLHrS7GNvvwGsXl0JvdaXXACBKEgQJvbXUrpQzmqZqMZAENyS-HIcKrk5UDBWg_7_qGKc02VGmSTst8a0NC_oI31o9v1i8JG1vKrduMdQTmGeuEPZaF95QzFirMq3m3Ex094/s1600/EP08c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSWsVuqBFcLHrS7GNvvwGsXl0JvdaXXACBKEgQJvbXUrpQzmqZqMZAENyS-HIcKrk5UDBWg_7_qGKc02VGmSTst8a0NC_oI31o9v1i8JG1vKrduMdQTmGeuEPZaF95QzFirMq3m3Ex094/s320/EP08c.JPG" width="244" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBJqgpW6hJJffzJfl3dyO8JpgjLWxxvl_if2nSFHOujbycbLsp5GbibHGvAL-oODrOZ5jN9aO3QlnYG29AUZOA6g5NbJmGav7EWwcfZhrra9kusTnzyZAedKbJj89lqhBCgHFB7p8-QXk/s1600/EP08g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBJqgpW6hJJffzJfl3dyO8JpgjLWxxvl_if2nSFHOujbycbLsp5GbibHGvAL-oODrOZ5jN9aO3QlnYG29AUZOA6g5NbJmGav7EWwcfZhrra9kusTnzyZAedKbJj89lqhBCgHFB7p8-QXk/s320/EP08g.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This type of harridan role was quickly becoming the norm for her instead of the departure that it was intended to be when she stepped away from all the restrained parts. She went to Italy to play Vittorio Gassman's wife in <b>The Tiger and the Pussycat</b> (1967), donning a long, dark wig in order to (unsuccessfully) appear Italian. Ann-Margret costarred as an art student who threatens to steal Gassman away.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaq-KSEsLY1M53uSF-_UPZkJ76l5cG5VJV3bY7q-Pfrs7zVdgnarMlAwaezJhTH9kyfGjg6J93RhhlzgJOYJFWDWTOSanNlA3ciPo1Tm1Q1-CHYlSzm1cd_rbeS0-Glt8RzLL8aaabSB8/s1600/EP09d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaq-KSEsLY1M53uSF-_UPZkJ76l5cG5VJV3bY7q-Pfrs7zVdgnarMlAwaezJhTH9kyfGjg6J93RhhlzgJOYJFWDWTOSanNlA3ciPo1Tm1Q1-CHYlSzm1cd_rbeS0-Glt8RzLL8aaabSB8/s320/EP09d.JPG" width="211" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">She filmed a two-part episode of <i>The Man from U.N.C.L.E. </i>that had her dressed in mod clothing and portraying an enemy of the spies. The episodes were cobbled into an ersatz feature film called <b>How to Steal the World</b>, which was released overseas and in some parts of the U.S.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6K3U5GTUnLgYL6U2TjxAROi6o1iLB81Cy78MnmjRfDyGropr_Ddz8aNh1aDTX3buyvRHz9fK4EeFoysBHRboL22VsXmkTyQmBwSYlfS35WzGDaSETquKy6C98c2KlrwoYR-DSxSV5u8E/s1600/EP06g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6K3U5GTUnLgYL6U2TjxAROi6o1iLB81Cy78MnmjRfDyGropr_Ddz8aNh1aDTX3buyvRHz9fK4EeFoysBHRboL22VsXmkTyQmBwSYlfS35WzGDaSETquKy6C98c2KlrwoYR-DSxSV5u8E/s320/EP06g.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">1969 developed into a busy year for Parker as she appeared in a TV-movie musical version of <i>Hans Brinker</i>, singing a couple of songs and then proceeded to star in the television series <i>Bracken's World</i>, in which she played the efficient executive secretary to an unseen movie studio head. Her work on the show led to a Golden Globe nomination as Best Actress-Drama, but the award went to Linda Cristal of <i>The High Chapparal</i>. Dissatisfied with the caliber of the storylines and her role, she declined to return for a second season and the series was retooled, then swiftly cancelled.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjjW-r_1lFM8rI-pRH9mdWiPq6Zec5-w7-Qe1VY0PcJDDPrnZ2qGeyeKj7V8iJaBsz-rPS59cKex4IakS5GjXkHGhFUgSWDVnKGKIVDxoHvGNqgA2irOHZj81mZ-6svmbkcXvdmZy3M8/s1600/EP10c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjjW-r_1lFM8rI-pRH9mdWiPq6Zec5-w7-Qe1VY0PcJDDPrnZ2qGeyeKj7V8iJaBsz-rPS59cKex4IakS5GjXkHGhFUgSWDVnKGKIVDxoHvGNqgA2irOHZj81mZ-6svmbkcXvdmZy3M8/s320/EP10c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This was also the year in which Parker appeared in the colorful thriller <b>Eye of the Cat</b>, the “holy grail” movie of hers that I have yet to see and have on my bucket list.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-XXHxrDzoayDuWkW8MFIUXyR7fDoIy2Z9mtQQQUx8hWFNFHgHRxaHDF2NAf-fpp-HjjZShrGZya38C-tH_FNh0prj2iyU6sQteWD38yNqw33ELoAWgQ-pKg-u8zDOBali2x5tEwdmXfs/s1600/EP08f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-XXHxrDzoayDuWkW8MFIUXyR7fDoIy2Z9mtQQQUx8hWFNFHgHRxaHDF2NAf-fpp-HjjZShrGZya38C-tH_FNh0prj2iyU6sQteWD38yNqw33ELoAWgQ-pKg-u8zDOBali2x5tEwdmXfs/s320/EP08f.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Playing a crippled socialite (people loved to put her in wheelchairs for some reason!), she lives in San Francisco with an assortment of cats and is attended to by nephew Michael Sarrazin and his girlfriend Gayle Hunnicut, who wish to do her in and collect the inheritance.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhno6W7_1jlFVeADMRDFK-VeqLPThRFwncvKZNasOBvfGvJJ8b64njNUV6cMurEqEpHYGIe-r2UX3uC-F0gX3fv2xnFFwrwVDYjsVueslO1BtBQQ66MNnW9j8RjkTtr_xFcDeQbBZK2RNw/s1600/EP08e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhno6W7_1jlFVeADMRDFK-VeqLPThRFwncvKZNasOBvfGvJJ8b64njNUV6cMurEqEpHYGIe-r2UX3uC-F0gX3fv2xnFFwrwVDYjsVueslO1BtBQQ66MNnW9j8RjkTtr_xFcDeQbBZK2RNw/s320/EP08e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Once a staple of late-night television, the movie has all but disappeared in recent years, but one of these days I'm going to get my paws on a good, uncut copy of it and savor some late-'60s Eleanor Parker in distress!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">But for one “blink and you'll miss it” appearance in 1979's <b>Sunburn</b> (a troubled and quite awful Farrah Fawcett vehicle), this was the final feature film that Parker ever made. It wasn't the last time she worked, far from it, but it was primarily the last time she had a significant role in a movie.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlwzG6HzyArP4khO8y4q0-DfTFzCuyuvJT3p3IrVbWBIpySqj9UHPG46Z4itNal6ZBlTr2RUDxJY2Sv9OTiiaOCu5a4Ha-v_UcdcglEXaPN6eTCNo4LH7WxAWC8UDGXFCjgnl6mPfPXM/s1600/EP08d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlwzG6HzyArP4khO8y4q0-DfTFzCuyuvJT3p3IrVbWBIpySqj9UHPG46Z4itNal6ZBlTr2RUDxJY2Sv9OTiiaOCu5a4Ha-v_UcdcglEXaPN6eTCNo4LH7WxAWC8UDGXFCjgnl6mPfPXM/s320/EP08d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">During the early-1970s, she made several telefilms, from <i>Maybe I'll Come Home in the Spring</i> (1971), in which she played hippie Sally Field's fretful mother to the wondrously campy and hooty <i>Home for the Holidays</i> (1972) in which she played Sally Field's older sister (!) as well as one to Jill Haworth and Jessica Walter! They, their father and step-mother (Walter Brennan and Julie Harris!) seem to be under the threat of an axe-wielding pschopath.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieHGLl-jUpCmo5Y2IKq93vNVN8t9H08E9DUxUZMxArI1Vj5C8pHYa1NRQaXmjn_doM9VwvdXbUHcfwtzaTrZWEP3itfekCTMdi6PreS6RJwRz6SgC_b8PAj3Y3ffn3yWPH3OtTghGWEII/s1600/EP10d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieHGLl-jUpCmo5Y2IKq93vNVN8t9H08E9DUxUZMxArI1Vj5C8pHYa1NRQaXmjn_doM9VwvdXbUHcfwtzaTrZWEP3itfekCTMdi6PreS6RJwRz6SgC_b8PAj3Y3ffn3yWPH3OtTghGWEII/s320/EP10d.JPG" width="238" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There was also <i>The Great American Beauty Contest</i> (1973) with Bob Cummings, involving scandal at a pageant with Parker as a concerned coordinator, a TV-pilot <i>Guess Who's Coming to Dinner </i>(1975) based on the Spencer Tracy-Katharine Hepburn film with Parker and Richard Dysart taking on those roles (!) and the 1978 miniseries <i>The Bastard</i>, starring Andrew Stevens. She also returned to work on stage in the musical "Applause!" and "Night of the Iguana" (as Maxine.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidYw__PYCCfRtLOzKfHpIV7u1FBMyA_I4G1sy0g4RYNbgN7H7IXuR5-_xxKMBtjmHsRs__mOrTKo-lo_YkAIqemkF2gb7PlxMJ8PgGQec090Xd1JL3IjKLTG9_wZ5yV77SYAIQD7KamYI/s1600/EP11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidYw__PYCCfRtLOzKfHpIV7u1FBMyA_I4G1sy0g4RYNbgN7H7IXuR5-_xxKMBtjmHsRs__mOrTKo-lo_YkAIqemkF2gb7PlxMJ8PgGQec090Xd1JL3IjKLTG9_wZ5yV77SYAIQD7KamYI/s320/EP11.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As her career continued to slow down, she took part in such projects as <i>She's Dressed to Kill</i> (1979) as an outre fashion designer whose models are being bumped off. She gives her best Tallulah Bankhead impersonation in that one. She also guest-starred on <i>Hawaii 5-O</i>, <i>Vega$</i>, <i>The Love Boat</i>, <i>Fantasy Island</i> (below with Craig Stevens, the real-life husband of Parker's two-time costar Alexis Smith) and <i><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2012/03/lets-check-in-to-hotel.html" target="_blank">Hotel</a></i>, along with the requisite appearance on <i>Murder, She Wrote</i>.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghpTg8ei9LpRKYm2Wk9CdIu5J7Wk_OgGDRkBvlsXqQwg2uXLUApjM8PosIFQlpXP3-ayUgPOBemiYiZOxALK9dxTifkb3VzPrBdowTplpWaxp6B22yPiAcHjr80k2wC9OcykfV9TctZw/s1600/EP07c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghpTg8ei9LpRKYm2Wk9CdIu5J7Wk_OgGDRkBvlsXqQwg2uXLUApjM8PosIFQlpXP3-ayUgPOBemiYiZOxALK9dxTifkb3VzPrBdowTplpWaxp6B22yPiAcHjr80k2wC9OcykfV9TctZw/s320/EP07c.JPG" width="283" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcJFUdaVCOHypxPzOfPidNfRfUcYNF-HtmBGa3aw5GaRCTPqCQOezf9_N23Tjfp2jIdJj57Jkm1USPpqHND-K_tvydvjpJ9rFK2Tl_X6KJUKzGnDJ9kMHx_8xZXcDt_DV4hyG480z6kU/s1600/EP10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcJFUdaVCOHypxPzOfPidNfRfUcYNF-HtmBGa3aw5GaRCTPqCQOezf9_N23Tjfp2jIdJj57Jkm1USPpqHND-K_tvydvjpJ9rFK2Tl_X6KJUKzGnDJ9kMHx_8xZXcDt_DV4hyG480z6kU/s320/EP10.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In 1981, she took on the old Constance Bennett role of the mother-in-law from hell in <i>Madame X</i>, a sub-par television version of the <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/01/madame-x-marks-spot.html" target="_blank">perennial tale</a> of a woman (in this instance, Tuesday Weld) married to a prominent man and forced to give up her child and pretend to be dead because of a scandal. The film's chief misstep was in making the child a girl instead of the far more Oedipal son that it was in every previous version.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Miss Parker has not appeared on camera since the 1991 cable-film <i>Dead on the Money</i>, starring Corbin Bernsen and his wife Amanda Pays. Though not then seventy, she retired for good to Palm Springs, California where she has been ever since, ever shunning the limelight and all the fuss that goes with having been a movie star, though she has given the rare radio interview from time to time. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Q9ir1E4SNeFIP-hk_nFm_U1LntW1pOdkr-SGywDAEO3TEySKgEbSQpQZgx_WZKqerzi0OB6pZgc3YkR0x-P8j6fU4rQE18SssWT-gPqP8pXFyJj2x6WQ_aF6E6hoh1UJsP21vGz7YWE/s1600/EP10b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Q9ir1E4SNeFIP-hk_nFm_U1LntW1pOdkr-SGywDAEO3TEySKgEbSQpQZgx_WZKqerzi0OB6pZgc3YkR0x-P8j6fU4rQE18SssWT-gPqP8pXFyJj2x6WQ_aF6E6hoh1UJsP21vGz7YWE/s320/EP10b.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A hard-to-find (and expensive when found) 1989 biography was penned about her by prolific movie star writer Douglas McClelland called Woman of a Thousand Faces, but it revealed precious little about the private life of its subject (something she was generally guarded about from the very beginning of her career.) Always shy of the press (and never one to walk the red carpet at premieres), she has chosen to live quietly and enjoy her home and family, even though countless fans would love to hear her stories on DVD commentaries or in interviews on TCM. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0ec9m4YolTVW0mN1acSjy4UmDjj_9EpevDo8nTSn2Uh9rkTDWc4cjCaNSeofDGf8gxOWscYaDYQRur3XvLUs_NJ9GK2tKGRHidd6hL3bBpGzBWXCNhUL_UN2GM9zbnk7pI_Kfvfbaxw/s1600/EP07e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0ec9m4YolTVW0mN1acSjy4UmDjj_9EpevDo8nTSn2Uh9rkTDWc4cjCaNSeofDGf8gxOWscYaDYQRur3XvLUs_NJ9GK2tKGRHidd6hL3bBpGzBWXCNhUL_UN2GM9zbnk7pI_Kfvfbaxw/s320/EP07e.JPG" width="226" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As of this writing she is ninety-one and has been generally out of the public eye for two decades. Reportedly, she does respond to fan mail, though a lengthy (think about who you're dealing with here!) letter from me went unanswered back in 1986. Her reluctance to get out and sell herself the way many other stars have has helped contribute to a certain level of obscurity today, but I can tell you that it is rare to watch one of her movies from the late-'40s through the mid-'60s and not come away impressed with what she offered up.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeT9F8bHz2owWfHD2vC7RKIGKLsc4px7oah3ST9CB1Ovs0syu1hyxDCptAp40Jt4h1Sz2t8LD66FuPxrx9sOeSVFWnxamzcv9eBHVgocWs61c3Vvy6HxPxr6svXdKrljw6iBnavL8D1YY/s1600/EP12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeT9F8bHz2owWfHD2vC7RKIGKLsc4px7oah3ST9CB1Ovs0syu1hyxDCptAp40Jt4h1Sz2t8LD66FuPxrx9sOeSVFWnxamzcv9eBHVgocWs61c3Vvy6HxPxr6svXdKrljw6iBnavL8D1YY/s320/EP12.jpg" width="262" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">She is a heroine in The Underworld not only for her eye-catching, at times risk-taking performances, but for the indelible rendition she delivered of Baroness Elsa Schraeder for whom every other actress who's ever been seen in the part on stage ever since (and there have been plenty!) has always failed to measure up or even come remotely close in looks or style!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-75752474355702292592013-10-31T05:35:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:27:11.667-08:00Pop Quiz: All in the FamilyOh, my pets... things have been utterly lunatic in The Underworld lately. The latest chapter in the serial that is my life is that my satellite provider completely, without warning, ERASED FOREVER my entire library of saved programs on my DVR. So there went several posts down the tubes, including part of my proposed 400th one. Anyway, while I'm wringing the tears out of my hanky, I have had to resort to a different sort of post while I attempt to get my act together again. If you don't enjoy the quiz, hopefully a couple of the pictures may be interesting at least!<br /><br />Today's Pop Quiz will involve a celebrity whose parent or child is/was also a performer and you will have to guess who they are. In most, if not all, cases, the less famous (or well known these days) celeb will be the lead-off and the answer is the slightly more familiar entity. Stick around at the end for one last amusing photo!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipZEMkqTq1wh2MqyIvIYRT_5E2km_AHLjAuyAA2M-DFaM03QdFSt9FoTLpjUDsTQg28ZqzI0juk2hydrMfy27srjdC-TcQuZ-OTNFS94Gymo08uA8ECaXlY_jwr1HCwfgp-4F6fNBbUlI/s1600/Pop01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipZEMkqTq1wh2MqyIvIYRT_5E2km_AHLjAuyAA2M-DFaM03QdFSt9FoTLpjUDsTQg28ZqzI0juk2hydrMfy27srjdC-TcQuZ-OTNFS94Gymo08uA8ECaXlY_jwr1HCwfgp-4F6fNBbUlI/s320/Pop01.JPG" width="249" /></a></div><b>1.</b> This memorably imposing and dour-looking actor is Vic Morrow, perhaps best known for the WWII series <i>Combat! </i>(1962-1967), but also the guest star of many TV shows (such as <i>The Rifleman</i>, <i>Police Story </i>and <i>Charlie's Angels</i>) and supporting actor in movies (including 1955's <b>The Blackboard Jungle</b>, 1958's <b>God's Little Acre</b>, 1960's <b>Cimarron</b> and 1976's <b>The Bad News Bears</b>.) His final role was in <b>Twilight Zone: The Movie</b> (1983) thanks to a horrific on-set accident in which a helicopter decapitated him and killed the two children he was filming with. His daughter grew up to be a critically popular actress known for her edgy, immersed performances.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX0nimk2TWVz1dsuH3kzBYoQX1KrJ7xMyqueb-7Zr31MAAzz7Gi8y4bfE5qe_En440WwbaC0dt1mgrYaARwIPB5iSP1tfrX6-Xryvy4RWH2CGQOg6z16_jvPfx7y2rPQZUJAZs5wKQh4c/s1600/Pop02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX0nimk2TWVz1dsuH3kzBYoQX1KrJ7xMyqueb-7Zr31MAAzz7Gi8y4bfE5qe_En440WwbaC0dt1mgrYaARwIPB5iSP1tfrX6-Xryvy4RWH2CGQOg6z16_jvPfx7y2rPQZUJAZs5wKQh4c/s320/Pop02.JPG" width="291" /></a></div><b>2.</b> Fans of the 1975 thriller <b>The Stepford Wives</b> (the only big-screen version that I acknowledge!) will recall this man, who played Katharine Ross' husband. He maintained an acting career for about two decades from 1966 to 1987, but ultimately switched gears to directing. His square-jawed daughter (who also appeared as his child in <b>Wives</b>) went on to a successful career in the movies chiefly from the mid-'80s to the mid-'90s.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWnSuv_oGyca6rdpU-ojji1sLg4cOAAjGxSVL8TmRlxaBqGAE5DCAUPw8koa-xARHznj0av3xxG9yUZN9Vj_m74VJqSQ0ju7jrrcZEjcjxQlAqU4wJLmFVG33HuAmfxcL7aMFoFjLEo3s/s1600/Pop03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWnSuv_oGyca6rdpU-ojji1sLg4cOAAjGxSVL8TmRlxaBqGAE5DCAUPw8koa-xARHznj0av3xxG9yUZN9Vj_m74VJqSQ0ju7jrrcZEjcjxQlAqU4wJLmFVG33HuAmfxcL7aMFoFjLEo3s/s320/Pop03.JPG" width="234" /></a></div><b>3.</b> This young lady's name is Tisha Sterling, a pretty actress with striking, large eyes. As a girl, she toiled in plenty of television shows from <i>The Alfred Hitchcock Hour</i> to <i>Batman</i>, segueing to movies such as <b>Coogan's Bluff </b>(1968) with Clint Eastwood and <b>Norwood</b> (1970) with Glen Campbell. She's shown in the inset with James Franciscus in the 1970 TV-movie <i>Night Slaves</i>. She inherited her huge eyes from her famous mother, a 1930s beauty who had her own film series in the 1940s before conquering TV in the 1950s. Sterling played the younger version of her mother's character in her mother's final movie.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5CsI7VCvPCVU3xU4cp6fvugW73svj4QJZZSUHS2-6LwZk7xI-3CbwS8uaqNKO67wv7qOa2V2f_G3pb1KDyzfV-_EjTh8ZpBP-Mb5JWMDmoyfl_HimVpigFus3-jd_bV3K3Kn8IyT1xEI/s1600/Pop04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5CsI7VCvPCVU3xU4cp6fvugW73svj4QJZZSUHS2-6LwZk7xI-3CbwS8uaqNKO67wv7qOa2V2f_G3pb1KDyzfV-_EjTh8ZpBP-Mb5JWMDmoyfl_HimVpigFus3-jd_bV3K3Kn8IyT1xEI/s320/Pop04.JPG" width="261" /></a></div><b>4.</b> This one's such a gimme, I should even include it, but we must balance out the more difficult ones, mustn't we? Stage actress Blythe Danner, who went on to film success in <b>1776</b> (1972), <b>The Great Santini </b>(1979) and more recently <b>Meet the Parents</b> (2000) is the mother of an actress who achieved tremendous popularity (and even managed to wrangle an Oscar.) The daughter has lately become associated with a popular, CGI-laden, superhero film franchise.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid8UiunyXtX0E7ERKlcclj1fT7qHFpjQDZ2nfELgD9XIRGh5Et3ZJlCsql3EMVOF4pjHdJ3r-FjFDfbgL2edwKzBkC-eAv0cwSlrmC3P-wLsEloMMNAjfX5YlMDPH2KET3scjWnTLKGTE/s1600/Pop05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid8UiunyXtX0E7ERKlcclj1fT7qHFpjQDZ2nfELgD9XIRGh5Et3ZJlCsql3EMVOF4pjHdJ3r-FjFDfbgL2edwKzBkC-eAv0cwSlrmC3P-wLsEloMMNAjfX5YlMDPH2KET3scjWnTLKGTE/s320/Pop05.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><b>5.</b> Most of you won't be too familiar with this young man, Kyle Johnson, who enjoyed a brief run at acting in the mid-'60s to the mid-'70s (starring in <b>The Learning Tree</b>, shown here, in 1969, regarding social and racial issues in small town 1920s Kansas.) He also popped up in Rock Hudson's 1971 dark comedy <b>Pretty Maids All in a Row</b>. Johnson's mother was a groundbreaking TV actress who was and is part of a major fan favorite franchise so great that the followers were given their own name.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxxdk2KsjpBXvLmbcHlj0HDHToTQnfWhQCSIskponIfS24mnr1ZHZ-R8Q4yNHBt0sB6FgaT-3Jdn2_FHIVkMvik1I0OMFbG3oQEzn_0QxndcOjJerL7uI_xC3MsP9u-Qy4ghbcsxVHBs/s1600/Pop06.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxxdk2KsjpBXvLmbcHlj0HDHToTQnfWhQCSIskponIfS24mnr1ZHZ-R8Q4yNHBt0sB6FgaT-3Jdn2_FHIVkMvik1I0OMFbG3oQEzn_0QxndcOjJerL7uI_xC3MsP9u-Qy4ghbcsxVHBs/s320/Pop06.JPG" width="262" /></a></div><b>6.</b> Here we have television actress Whitney Blake, a TV actress from the 1950s through the 1970s who costarred on the Shirley Booth sitcom<i> Hazel</i> (1961-1965) and guest-starred on many other shows. her daughter became a highly-successful television actress as well as part of a 1976-1980 drama series and then a 1981-1989 sitcom in which she, too, played the mom. She proceeded to star in popular TV-movies and still works frequently today.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEIrC7Sl6tIJMwdvJUjaujMRnPQRli_Ys5Kg64U9YTZC59_D-Wkk3sOKQfW76AjwQ3no-eOgW82xYrmeHJUoupgIcWIa7iGPOQ_JBA80AqkROaptr_RirWjGM-MCUISAyBUQohDv55oY/s1600/Pop07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEIrC7Sl6tIJMwdvJUjaujMRnPQRli_Ys5Kg64U9YTZC59_D-Wkk3sOKQfW76AjwQ3no-eOgW82xYrmeHJUoupgIcWIa7iGPOQ_JBA80AqkROaptr_RirWjGM-MCUISAyBUQohDv55oY/s320/Pop07.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b>7.</b> These two writer-producer-director gents are brothers, Paul and Chris Weitz. They have collaborated on several movies from the hugely-popular gross-out comedy<b> American Pie</b> (1999) to the far more sensitive <b>About a Boy</b> (2002) to the big-budget misfire<b> The Golden Compass </b>(2007), among other things. Their father was a German fashion designer and writer named John Weitz. Their mother, prior to having her sons and retiring, was a promising, thriving actress who won a Golden Globe and was nominated for an Oscar for one of her more memorable roles. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-NhXkUrFiy0QGH4w8X_BuwHT6_GeIIT0AMLyStxS7pE6Vayyj0K08gwNKwKLdBISGgY1HaSilcQO5i5ennx-jiwdNEMKxETXZgLxySk3EOd2iIBXquhfRKZJxD752WdzKSlMhvRWIiv8/s1600/Pop08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-NhXkUrFiy0QGH4w8X_BuwHT6_GeIIT0AMLyStxS7pE6Vayyj0K08gwNKwKLdBISGgY1HaSilcQO5i5ennx-jiwdNEMKxETXZgLxySk3EOd2iIBXquhfRKZJxD752WdzKSlMhvRWIiv8/s320/Pop08.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><b>8. </b>This young man is Paul Clemens, who starred as an unfairly accused murderer in the 1978 TV-movie <i>A Death in Canaan</i> before landing supporting roles in the 1979 movies <b>Promises in the Dark</b> and <b>The Passage</b>. As seen here, he also starred in 1982's <b>The Beast Within</b> as the product of rape between a woman and diabolical creature! His acting career petered out for the most part, though he did segue into art (his father was a portrait painter of the same name.) His mother is a thrice Oscar-nominated actress who enjoyed considerable fame, including one film that is a bonafide family classic for the ages.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga4sXFP-WNRgEsfht2IF23wa044qLJe5b8iv7FUD1fr31-tnnv8Mmkh2X1cuqAT4fzoqFJcIYpFLCwMXRdqGu22zqa0Yydm2x2qtcEfVfDCVQ99bxpcjYphG5Vc1yCcc2d3ZL3X_2Ih40/s1600/Pop09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga4sXFP-WNRgEsfht2IF23wa044qLJe5b8iv7FUD1fr31-tnnv8Mmkh2X1cuqAT4fzoqFJcIYpFLCwMXRdqGu22zqa0Yydm2x2qtcEfVfDCVQ99bxpcjYphG5Vc1yCcc2d3ZL3X_2Ih40/s320/Pop09.JPG" width="243" /></a></div><b>9.</b> The glamour-puss shown here is Marjorie Lord, the TV wife of Danny Thomas on <i>The Danny Thomas Show</i> (known also as <i>Make Room for Daddy</i>) from 1957-1964. The glam quotient is notable since she replaced Jean Hagen on the show after the first three seasons, partly because Thomas didn't approve of Hale's appearance. The two-time Emmy nominee (three, actually, because of a special category) was allegedly once told by Thomas, "For God's sake, Jean. Put on a little lipstick!" Anyway, Hagen wasn't happy on the show, but Lord was. Lord's daughter went on to significant fame as an actress, scoring an Oscar nomination for her part in a major blockbusting thriller.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7h3RbTkQJSHCLi0zbln1dgpBOiRrsF4ppsocCQwB8w4vAo-zNIRHEbV1Mg-jfIxh1tgQFqVeFaFCaT5P1TeYncxnsV4L1XBk3WEdjVHLcNv1Snbyn1oqBtSB9RbE1QCKicJdJUPCbaP4/s1600/Pop10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7h3RbTkQJSHCLi0zbln1dgpBOiRrsF4ppsocCQwB8w4vAo-zNIRHEbV1Mg-jfIxh1tgQFqVeFaFCaT5P1TeYncxnsV4L1XBk3WEdjVHLcNv1Snbyn1oqBtSB9RbE1QCKicJdJUPCbaP4/s320/Pop10.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><b>10.</b> This is another pretty easy one. Sean Astin got started in television and movies as a preteen, with<b> The Goonies</b> (1985) a cult favorite. Later, he starred in <b>Toy Soldiers</b> (1991) and <b>Rudy</b> (1993) before the triple-whammy of the three <b>The Lord of the Rings </b>movies (in 2001, 2002 and 2003.) He maintains a very busy career now. His mother was also a teen star of stage, screen and television and won an Oscar while still a youth. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpD0s9gvgRK7AQX_z1s_kekItRlB7DasSPgYGkGHxzg_62GBBt9ljfAgc5jmhIhErtZ1c6lFKUXwuMH9haANa1VleqT8vaN-P7E77_XcKCFBN3OFWT8fCM8CE2vkjU3AGhV5PSpFkc5Kg/s1600/Pop11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpD0s9gvgRK7AQX_z1s_kekItRlB7DasSPgYGkGHxzg_62GBBt9ljfAgc5jmhIhErtZ1c6lFKUXwuMH9haANa1VleqT8vaN-P7E77_XcKCFBN3OFWT8fCM8CE2vkjU3AGhV5PSpFkc5Kg/s320/Pop11.JPG" width="247" /></a></div><b>11.</b> This man was a reliable character actor in movies from the 1910s until his premature death at only age fifty-seven of a liver ailment. As a Warner Brothers contract player, he wound up in more than a dozen films that featured screen swashbuckler Errol Flynn, as seen here in the inset. He had a similar-looking son named after him who was placed in movies as a child and who grew up to work in many films and television shows. Although the son worked until the late-1980s, he is chiefly known for his iconic role on a sitcom that only ran for three seasons (yet has never left the airwaves in reruns since!)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8yKD1T5Qm8yq53HElEWxB8oPw3em82mg8YBnxtIBYs4g-fdunaakMlxzgI5ar_GsqgZf52QN3R30egzPRBNkSy-Sl7fRn5t81xcbG4cG6oBvrPbw_14oqwJJKgKqqQtRLNlLJJqw4PV4/s1600/Pop12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8yKD1T5Qm8yq53HElEWxB8oPw3em82mg8YBnxtIBYs4g-fdunaakMlxzgI5ar_GsqgZf52QN3R30egzPRBNkSy-Sl7fRn5t81xcbG4cG6oBvrPbw_14oqwJJKgKqqQtRLNlLJJqw4PV4/s320/Pop12.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><b>12. </b>This exotic French beauty, shown in the inset with James Cagney, was a considerable movie actress of the 1920s and '30s when she met and married an up and coming hunk in 1935. His career soon shot off like crazy while hers dwindled. They had one child together before divorcing and she continued to draw spousal support from her ex until he was dead and gone. Their very handsome son took a stab at acting, too, in less than ten movies (mostly foreign made) before switching gears to photojournalism.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaEihALsX62rFYlzP_Bdg30SBvPjyX03huJTuE3VMfUBr6YpDu9wZk7Z4IGhfIi4CwSLqxOW0WIYuog5xKOpVX9WJzJiwvmH3PLBvcIlAbSxcvmJ6P-IJ2O1YJQ-MR91soS7nsfLKoH6w/s1600/Pop13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaEihALsX62rFYlzP_Bdg30SBvPjyX03huJTuE3VMfUBr6YpDu9wZk7Z4IGhfIi4CwSLqxOW0WIYuog5xKOpVX9WJzJiwvmH3PLBvcIlAbSxcvmJ6P-IJ2O1YJQ-MR91soS7nsfLKoH6w/s320/Pop13.JPG" width="242" /></a></div><b>13.</b> Fans of the 1937 movie <b>Lost Horizon</b> will recall Margo (seen here with <b>Horizon</b>'s Ronald Coleman), a Mexican actress who worked sporadically in TV and film up through the mid-'60s. Though married first to actor Francis Lederer, she wed another, more familiar actor in 1945 and they were together until her death forty years later. Their handsome son, named after his father, but resembling his mother more, went on to a more than forty-year career before the cameras himself when he was prematurely taken by lung cancer at only age fifty-five.<br /><br />That concludes the quiz. The answers will be shown below with a tad more commentary accompanying each answer!<br /><br /><br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xiXC7zvyyzadonLkbKQhY1SX1UR4-slOS4inKG_v7IeWXComHXFcsXamSrC2JS9IOz1CyUV_HAs1r4G4GzImHPS2qBP2Cj1RO5A40sATvT9U3wtvGii4W14mXdURCfsQHtlDCm35wvg/s1600/Pop01b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xiXC7zvyyzadonLkbKQhY1SX1UR4-slOS4inKG_v7IeWXComHXFcsXamSrC2JS9IOz1CyUV_HAs1r4G4GzImHPS2qBP2Cj1RO5A40sATvT9U3wtvGii4W14mXdURCfsQHtlDCm35wvg/s320/Pop01b.JPG" width="243" /></a></div><i><b>1.</b> </i> Vic Morrow's daughter is Jennifer Jason Leigh, costar of <b>Fast Times at Ridgemont High</b> (1982), <b>The Hitcher</b> (1986), <b>Last Exit to Brooklyn</b> (1989), <b>Miami Blues</b> (1990), <b>Single White Female </b>(1992) and <b>Dolores Claiborne</b> (1995), among many others. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyIvk6TmsZ6P7bz-AQfxGkWGGHXmSW8-1KfNIxwkZxJBURKhafc6z_zoLlCS5HHZnvjZAXzIUei0h_OhGQ-rO0HZv6Tf0lEA7H1ehqpz2Aian9oLW_yLc4jr41omE6VBW8kSgQ6a0lBE/s1600/Pop01c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyIvk6TmsZ6P7bz-AQfxGkWGGHXmSW8-1KfNIxwkZxJBURKhafc6z_zoLlCS5HHZnvjZAXzIUei0h_OhGQ-rO0HZv6Tf0lEA7H1ehqpz2Aian9oLW_yLc4jr41omE6VBW8kSgQ6a0lBE/s320/Pop01c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC2YsKNfv2IF8gBlhNbISUE9C-8HRna36VPq9NLLfMF98AE9MBB1UNQrlDdMnQRzLE_vH6FFNDZWLWiY6NBOq1vLLB40LyHfbt3UNSK1babmDOcvhnNIrgzlhR1D-V4WZY9sV8TObcA_4/s1600/Pop02b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC2YsKNfv2IF8gBlhNbISUE9C-8HRna36VPq9NLLfMF98AE9MBB1UNQrlDdMnQRzLE_vH6FFNDZWLWiY6NBOq1vLLB40LyHfbt3UNSK1babmDOcvhnNIrgzlhR1D-V4WZY9sV8TObcA_4/s320/Pop02b.JPG" width="227" /></a></div><b><i>2.</i></b> The actor-director's name is Peter Masterson and his daughter is Mart Stuart Masterson, star of <b>Some Kind of Wonderful </b>(1987), <b>Chances Are</b> (1989), <b>Fried Green Tomatoes</b> (1991), <b>Benny & Joon </b>(1993) and<b> Bad Girls</b> (1994), among others.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLxmpbT3ylI2x4S4SQEmg-uHrJA4LIoZdb_uRfs_rQs_toifrvkJEFHiT4_YpJrcFmbgc_IwSTcdel37Kgj582rV8gQnLC38zCbARtwRkgSjhOqmxwxkExKg98myfoYz-wXJ9XBTYUe80/s1600/Pop03b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLxmpbT3ylI2x4S4SQEmg-uHrJA4LIoZdb_uRfs_rQs_toifrvkJEFHiT4_YpJrcFmbgc_IwSTcdel37Kgj582rV8gQnLC38zCbARtwRkgSjhOqmxwxkExKg98myfoYz-wXJ9XBTYUe80/s320/Pop03b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><b><i>3.</i></b> Tisha Sterling's mother was <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/11/sothern-comfort.html" target="_blank">Ann Sothern</a>, through her six-year marriage to Robert Sterling. Tisha played the young version of Sothern's character in <b>The Whales of August</b> (1987) for which Sothern was Oscar-nominated.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijMELP5_rnztUOS1bn2KY97X6E7XGX1ts6wpjDY6y-9B_q2SLA5wLxBDh8DRMU_qk_c7rRedZ3C7fqOaDaHLY66LCW9dCoXOHJVZISvHDUPH3bI5aA1v9TU9e8ii1bYxHNV-L1XnoORU0/s1600/Pop03c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijMELP5_rnztUOS1bn2KY97X6E7XGX1ts6wpjDY6y-9B_q2SLA5wLxBDh8DRMU_qk_c7rRedZ3C7fqOaDaHLY66LCW9dCoXOHJVZISvHDUPH3bI5aA1v9TU9e8ii1bYxHNV-L1XnoORU0/s320/Pop03c.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilMZZos8UVqUb4o6M_3ejHQsvsLRJnODbQBflASQIBOcaYliAbiMuuy-RMsDlMNtfsc0jtTI9UF5TNI0Ebx-R89QejfE91q1ZCfqbAKFcqXGm2z2K8hmC1Hp-DIC91i-y8jLWeSThFUJ0/s1600/Pop04b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilMZZos8UVqUb4o6M_3ejHQsvsLRJnODbQBflASQIBOcaYliAbiMuuy-RMsDlMNtfsc0jtTI9UF5TNI0Ebx-R89QejfE91q1ZCfqbAKFcqXGm2z2K8hmC1Hp-DIC91i-y8jLWeSThFUJ0/s320/Pop04b.JPG" width="251" /></a></div><b><i>4.</i></b> Blythe Danner is the mother of Gwyneth Paltrow through her thirty-two-year to writer-producer-director Bruce Paltrow.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7VVT4i25vf90LjIr6lbjZ5sgT6YP_5jGc7fICaBzlMGJc1SbEQolJZvaemadHFcYSUvhxV1VenD6Q5635uTlLS40tUNpwKtVmsFMfH1Y8goHCogyVZmeNUeWK-HSu6khC_f6q6rzrIc/s1600/Pop05b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7VVT4i25vf90LjIr6lbjZ5sgT6YP_5jGc7fICaBzlMGJc1SbEQolJZvaemadHFcYSUvhxV1VenD6Q5635uTlLS40tUNpwKtVmsFMfH1Y8goHCogyVZmeNUeWK-HSu6khC_f6q6rzrIc/s320/Pop05b.JPG" width="264" /></a></div><b><i>5.</i></b> Kyle Johnson's mother is none other than <i>Star Trek</i>'s <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2012/12/change-in-nichols.html" target="_blank">Nichelle Nichols</a> (Lt. Uhura) from her brief marriage to Foster Johnson.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR5w0xeysNHwMXtZgiUBZeJIBcf_2Bdy7bZ3DjrHhykc82oLq7lPeA0IDvwvXnG_GYfiz2pjniDMy3ILcNiUpJ853TmDelWhDB-LM6ky6rUY-whGVhLTbVfev4nkqw6uXGq3HbSK0NBxs/s1600/Pop06b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR5w0xeysNHwMXtZgiUBZeJIBcf_2Bdy7bZ3DjrHhykc82oLq7lPeA0IDvwvXnG_GYfiz2pjniDMy3ILcNiUpJ853TmDelWhDB-LM6ky6rUY-whGVhLTbVfev4nkqw6uXGq3HbSK0NBxs/s320/Pop06b.JPG" width="243" /></a></div><b><i>6.</i></b> Whitney Blake's daughter is Meredith Baxter (star of <i>Family</i> and <i>Family Ties</i>) from her first marriage to Tom Baxter. Ironically, Blake's name on <i>Hazel</i> was "Dorothy Baxter," though by then Blake was divorced from Baxter. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLC5MvKrWRD7oCXkEthUs0v-0m4_9RMkn79op86HK-gOb9LbOFQA39uZZAO8ZnydCyPY7eadCwo8vNS0LXaLIwiVkETXJ5Po_uTsja-rUA51s0F_9wYrBRGwYU48-IJ69e6_YBUCV_eE/s1600/Pop07b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLC5MvKrWRD7oCXkEthUs0v-0m4_9RMkn79op86HK-gOb9LbOFQA39uZZAO8ZnydCyPY7eadCwo8vNS0LXaLIwiVkETXJ5Po_uTsja-rUA51s0F_9wYrBRGwYU48-IJ69e6_YBUCV_eE/s320/Pop07b.JPG" width="258" /></a></div><b><i>7.</i></b> The Weitz brothers are the sons of<b> Imitation of Life'</b>s Susan Kohner. Kohner was married to John Weitz from 1964 until his death in 2002.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB5afKv3Zm8p2S0f3okWRMQ5JUd9RNXmbefdH-KiTXYpVe453dtU9Jcr7sE6x7WUW4iu7-xuJZwTA8SWXXCscYldqYAt14cXeMMbn_TyckYU8z-QprPuHE82oZZI5d3zxRtlBQL63aZfs/s1600/Pop08b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB5afKv3Zm8p2S0f3okWRMQ5JUd9RNXmbefdH-KiTXYpVe453dtU9Jcr7sE6x7WUW4iu7-xuJZwTA8SWXXCscYldqYAt14cXeMMbn_TyckYU8z-QprPuHE82oZZI5d3zxRtlBQL63aZfs/s320/Pop08b.JPG" width="248" /></a></div><b><i>8.</i></b> Paul Clemens is the son of <b>The Sound of Music</b>'s (1965) elegant Baroness Schraeder, Eleanor Parker. She was wed to artist Paul Clemens (Sr) from 1954-1965.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLAdeu3J-u9ZsNqrAVH0KsvXxT4KwLOaUAUALQQ3fUU09bTt_7jejLldbsI-LKuYRnGy6Knmoq6ILAMMO94bNiPSSq8bsuH90gWQy2V0uaqvtflgIPFaLS1pDeH_3-xERC8pYUrdGhOxQ/s1600/Pop09b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLAdeu3J-u9ZsNqrAVH0KsvXxT4KwLOaUAUALQQ3fUU09bTt_7jejLldbsI-LKuYRnGy6Knmoq6ILAMMO94bNiPSSq8bsuH90gWQy2V0uaqvtflgIPFaLS1pDeH_3-xERC8pYUrdGhOxQ/s320/Pop09b.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><b><i>9.</i> </b>Marjorie Lord's daughter is Anne Archer, of <b>Fatal Attraction</b> (1987) and many other movies. Lord was married to actor John Archer from 1941 to 1953.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzY7yx-ydg_UqPusrbZFkEMeCoJaTUpnWHTtLyO2LEkFqBjQKraXGkZ0lz_sO4rV-qjHHRL0tVkcbbQsSuHlvNU9tDxI8AIpmQZdHALMZfWHPWrElyvQ-3jDTd01E1A_PZcZoLMQ1RFyc/s1600/Pop09c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzY7yx-ydg_UqPusrbZFkEMeCoJaTUpnWHTtLyO2LEkFqBjQKraXGkZ0lz_sO4rV-qjHHRL0tVkcbbQsSuHlvNU9tDxI8AIpmQZdHALMZfWHPWrElyvQ-3jDTd01E1A_PZcZoLMQ1RFyc/s320/Pop09c.JPG" width="243" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIC0eSyUZq4kg67d2hSIJSqMLXgjx2AU4NYOWSbteLVCybYo0_2zXE3SWNb18aD_OjivcdIvDFTyej1EY4CXSH_r-91tLUnqWUOOpfHLhkqSNqlSpgFmTZaQguGPbQtRT2BQXOITBKZMQ/s1600/Pop10b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIC0eSyUZq4kg67d2hSIJSqMLXgjx2AU4NYOWSbteLVCybYo0_2zXE3SWNb18aD_OjivcdIvDFTyej1EY4CXSH_r-91tLUnqWUOOpfHLhkqSNqlSpgFmTZaQguGPbQtRT2BQXOITBKZMQ/s320/Pop10b.JPG" width="274" /></a></div><b><i>10.</i></b> Sean Astin's mother is Patty Duke, who won an Oscar for <b>The Miracle Worker</b> (1962), was the star of <i>The Patty Duke Show</i> (1963-1966) and is part of the cult gay phenomena <b>Valley of the Dolls</b> (1967.) Astin got his name from Duke's marriage to John Astin (1972-1985), but his father was really someone else. During a manic phase of her bipolar disorder, she had slept with rock promoter Michael Tell, John Astin and Lucille Ball's son, Desi Arnaz Jr! She married Tell for less than two weeks to "give her baby a name" all the while believing that Arnaz was the father. Then she married Astin, who raised Sean. Years later DNA tests confirmed that Tell was Sean's biological father. If all this had been the plot of one of her movies, audiences would have claimed it was too far-fetched...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4r2RdqvmSlFdEOaQkDTclh81zeA4NRvm1x5hfkX7FOSVGgMpIDfv1R5uct_FKoVvmUy_JzB9hH0mBAfrFfyJ3zvMTb78U3JKaUzCzONYFK8C3HN6rVE-5UPi2J8PrColdvykk1zcLKpk/s1600/Pop11b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4r2RdqvmSlFdEOaQkDTclh81zeA4NRvm1x5hfkX7FOSVGgMpIDfv1R5uct_FKoVvmUy_JzB9hH0mBAfrFfyJ3zvMTb78U3JKaUzCzONYFK8C3HN6rVE-5UPi2J8PrColdvykk1zcLKpk/s320/Pop11b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><b><i>11.</i></b> The character actor is Alan Hale and his son, Alan Hale Jr, played Skipper on <i>Gilligan's Island</i> from 1964-1967 and in a few reunion movies.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-CQnezR1oOdYKgabbjv3IkJGv0duxZioWbfj2uZcH_CHQjTZQGeK6ZeUWNiSZKo7T0vNwPU1jQs5-HbOU5Zyyut5kQCN4oBcMwSxWNglTw3l98xRWzJ2_VDsoc6s_A2JKzc24WBTx68/s1600/Pop11c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-CQnezR1oOdYKgabbjv3IkJGv0duxZioWbfj2uZcH_CHQjTZQGeK6ZeUWNiSZKo7T0vNwPU1jQs5-HbOU5Zyyut5kQCN4oBcMwSxWNglTw3l98xRWzJ2_VDsoc6s_A2JKzc24WBTx68/s320/Pop11c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih19tB-S-bpaLeQn0l753B6J3ba9WJ1jpJQ1KMjZhO08ubpE59w4X_SYX11vWR1xI1qMrOrZ0e3gxqH0Y0BQ4aJj8c3J5pzRaxWLQx-5o00TR2t5Pg4ZRH2GbzvCQyfpvxFGuomnESLO4/s1600/Pop12b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih19tB-S-bpaLeQn0l753B6J3ba9WJ1jpJQ1KMjZhO08ubpE59w4X_SYX11vWR1xI1qMrOrZ0e3gxqH0Y0BQ4aJj8c3J5pzRaxWLQx-5o00TR2t5Pg4ZRH2GbzvCQyfpvxFGuomnESLO4/s320/Pop12b.JPG" width="263" /></a><i><b>12.</b></i> Actress Lili Damita wed Errol Flynn and gave birth to Sean Flynn. Sean went missing during a photojournalism jaunt in Cambodia and was presumed dead in 1971 (officially declared so in 1984.) A desperate Damita tried and tried to recover her son and only child, or at least his remains, but was unsuccessful. After Errol Flynn's death (and the end of his spousal checks), Damita wed for a third time, but divorced again after twenty-one years.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7FPvkRY7Aeft9A2bdUYogcfoAOlMTCcIhrEZBkyl4S8kUxVFeL2arjaDyq2zsUjrBe59GrNloXq5PT15yJ469fOelb-mLsN-PPCFhHgEknrNaQEr811cU8-Sw0ZwWc25jUaM3OWU2B_g/s1600/Pop12c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="118" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7FPvkRY7Aeft9A2bdUYogcfoAOlMTCcIhrEZBkyl4S8kUxVFeL2arjaDyq2zsUjrBe59GrNloXq5PT15yJ469fOelb-mLsN-PPCFhHgEknrNaQEr811cU8-Sw0ZwWc25jUaM3OWU2B_g/s320/Pop12c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgruFXzRZqh72METrQzZatmaj4JB8AK5aGAMGwZ8uX33JMBffL8bMK1yG8KeYtTvSCNRIbu0AsLscXHLqn6knkk-hT6AMM2gmdnCEbVBg3uGgSAdWQNCS-qg_4hEHVuyLG2q2oNqQ4H_4/s1600/Pop13b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgruFXzRZqh72METrQzZatmaj4JB8AK5aGAMGwZ8uX33JMBffL8bMK1yG8KeYtTvSCNRIbu0AsLscXHLqn6knkk-hT6AMM2gmdnCEbVBg3uGgSAdWQNCS-qg_4hEHVuyLG2q2oNqQ4H_4/s320/Pop13b.JPG" width="253" /></a></div><b><i>13.</i></b> Margo was married to movie actor and star of<i> Green Acres</i> (1965-1971) Eddie Albert and their son, Edward Albert, starred in <b>Butterflies Are Free</b> (1972) and many subsequent films.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSRTfG2A1Qw8rVoWkao-SeAyWk3HfpJ0T868EyiYqKoOtIi8aFlr_87qSyA2Sq8kx7EdLF7A7pGkDPfslkNmeSjX-yge3RzkySi7Ltfp5LY7MLGWq4NuAAMT2MfV0a147hO7lPI70h1CI/s1600/Pop13c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSRTfG2A1Qw8rVoWkao-SeAyWk3HfpJ0T868EyiYqKoOtIi8aFlr_87qSyA2Sq8kx7EdLF7A7pGkDPfslkNmeSjX-yge3RzkySi7Ltfp5LY7MLGWq4NuAAMT2MfV0a147hO7lPI70h1CI/s320/Pop13c.JPG" width="250" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_u2Y-cRQMyxtgKQp8Ka3U6BME7-ScaDJcWlRIixg26m_K_5lm0rzvzLcf3dU82d5HbOqvIahwiKCBsbVtPD8joH7XRlaAmvGW4swnGU3Sv5WZbC1ti0PRT5dQaIiDbUgGV4gaGsvSzE/s1600/Pop25b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_u2Y-cRQMyxtgKQp8Ka3U6BME7-ScaDJcWlRIixg26m_K_5lm0rzvzLcf3dU82d5HbOqvIahwiKCBsbVtPD8joH7XRlaAmvGW4swnGU3Sv5WZbC1ti0PRT5dQaIiDbUgGV4gaGsvSzE/s320/Pop25b.jpg" width="180" /></a></div>My little bonus photo is coming up. One of the most (in)famous parent-child Hollywood relationships was that of Joan Crawford and her adopted daughter Christina, who pursued acting as a girl. (Most fans of Joan will recall her stepping into Christina's role on the daytime serial <i>The Secret Storm</i> for a couple of days during an illness.) Apart from jobs that Joan helped arrange (like 1961's <b>Wild in the Country</b>), Christina had to settle for TV guest spots and work on the regional stage. By 1972, she was completely done with screen acting after just a handful of jobs.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixfln1KpHrO0XQExj2XcLFYzJopkiIzE-GtLqC0PyEwHJP6DVwbXVcU0Q0M29TSGXLBJVKZY62m2-6RboIfAYOsWLZp4qzkFtu6wMJMD2gnT3ybI7qpW6rtV5BQi76hD4rXMBzUYaYNTY/s1600/Pop25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixfln1KpHrO0XQExj2XcLFYzJopkiIzE-GtLqC0PyEwHJP6DVwbXVcU0Q0M29TSGXLBJVKZY62m2-6RboIfAYOsWLZp4qzkFtu6wMJMD2gnT3ybI7qpW6rtV5BQi76hD4rXMBzUYaYNTY/s320/Pop25.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>This photo, a promotional picture for the very popular series <i>Medical Center</i> (1969-1976) starring Chad Everett, was meant to publicize her guest appearance on a 1970 installment, but the newspaper thought so little of her that they cropped it to feature ONLY Everett and X-ed her out of the shot entirely!! At the time, such a thing would have probably enraged Joan, who wished for Christina to succeed, but in retrospect, she's probably looking at this now from the great beyond with a karmic smirk.<br /><br />Till the next moment I can rejoin you, my friends. Best wishes!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-83952416121597131312013-10-24T09:33:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:27:11.680-08:00More Unearthed Treasure Chests!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYLQysTSxn5OThJ4Xy_25STZEAkZ2jMvfZv_l7vEhfTaP8BNetGM0B8Ltv-H4lVJEzw8UZEftFsHziaepOOteg1e2HKoKeCUGf5YUJwZLpF277S03DnsPHxlgxGdgmAMJSwKyza4vzdJs/s1600/Chest00c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYLQysTSxn5OThJ4Xy_25STZEAkZ2jMvfZv_l7vEhfTaP8BNetGM0B8Ltv-H4lVJEzw8UZEftFsHziaepOOteg1e2HKoKeCUGf5YUJwZLpF277S03DnsPHxlgxGdgmAMJSwKyza4vzdJs/s320/Chest00c.JPG" width="248" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Ahhh... Finally back from Florida and once again out from under a landslide of paperwork that was waiting at work for me. So rather than delve into another intensive post, I'm going to share some more photos of famous gents with their shirts off – as usual, quite a variety of types. Randomness is a way of life for me sometimes. Walking on the beach put me in the mood for some more treasured chests (having visited this subject <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2013/02/uncovering-few-treasured-chests.html" target="_blank">once before</a> back in February!) Our cover boy today is yummy Van Williams in a rare color shot from a photo shoot he did while under contract to Warner Brothers (and likely working on <i>Surfside 6</i>.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQYWGNg-ULxxLJshF-vbQkQ3aayy_79uUrV1MQJXF14J0-e16QCV6sARPhrRQ7VZXrOa9Wlr4BvHeXuYp2ozj9Rx99JbE9b7KLySgHDt4_6kqbOeAuV1zKNUDmzKRgZZkokZZshrXbb8/s1600/Chest01c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQYWGNg-ULxxLJshF-vbQkQ3aayy_79uUrV1MQJXF14J0-e16QCV6sARPhrRQ7VZXrOa9Wlr4BvHeXuYp2ozj9Rx99JbE9b7KLySgHDt4_6kqbOeAuV1zKNUDmzKRgZZkokZZshrXbb8/s320/Chest01c.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Most of us know Lew Ayres (if at all) from his work in the Oscar-winner for Best Picture <b>All Quiet on the Western Front </b>(1930) or from some of his many, many subsequent movie and TV appearances. (As a child of the '70s, I recall his performance in a two-part episode of <i>The Bionic Woman</i> in 1977 and a memorable death scene in <b>Damian: Omen II</b>, 1978.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Recognize this fit and trim young man? It's rather hard to mistake that face, belonging to iconic cowboy star John “The Duke” Wayne.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtayl4jE2qGMOLlGKQlSDpjp7sDnbVTMi7b7Q-uHStAbxMPUd7hB1NRu02OLvWr94viEip8cvVB4CxTrUWPPXR2obmoNLH8BV4gjjkVbI9Z3uO8KkY2nR2X58NEUNprPtTokaV-6vX7Y/s1600/Chest02c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtayl4jE2qGMOLlGKQlSDpjp7sDnbVTMi7b7Q-uHStAbxMPUd7hB1NRu02OLvWr94viEip8cvVB4CxTrUWPPXR2obmoNLH8BV4gjjkVbI9Z3uO8KkY2nR2X58NEUNprPtTokaV-6vX7Y/s320/Chest02c.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">From a The Duke to The King, Mr. Clark Gable, once again shirtless as he famously was in 1934's <b>It Happened One Night</b>. His disrobing for bed and the revelation that he wore no undershirt beneath his dress shirt reportedly sent sales of such items plummetting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyC3MM_-At2074hT-gyCQRtXqgfGwzeo6b8SE4NAIeyE2SdrozzbFzTa_27hEdCw0_O72SnS8Y5JDUHZNP3aVdlutNGwGUymCRKMxGgJQfaMUDfy41wGXugscXpFheSHAKUUgpjT8HaKU/s1600/Chest01b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyC3MM_-At2074hT-gyCQRtXqgfGwzeo6b8SE4NAIeyE2SdrozzbFzTa_27hEdCw0_O72SnS8Y5JDUHZNP3aVdlutNGwGUymCRKMxGgJQfaMUDfy41wGXugscXpFheSHAKUUgpjT8HaKU/s320/Chest01b.JPG" width="194" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">John Payne is a legend among gay classic film buffs for that shot George Hurrell took of him in the boxing ring with his legs spread, but since I've posted that one before, I'll share two others. First up, he's in the middle of some free weight work.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyWPD16N_vZ4pzOF4CbgFNw6LuRaQFkcluANVM56FCLZ-f4L3rxuYo_H3Ywzr7PDxJ4QnAx5YAnvIAQKcWxVQBzTIq6eyflDoRz9PPTpxbUSp-4Sqh6fc9EzH-aJqkQPwPik-lC8yCEsM/s1600/Chest00b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyWPD16N_vZ4pzOF4CbgFNw6LuRaQFkcluANVM56FCLZ-f4L3rxuYo_H3Ywzr7PDxJ4QnAx5YAnvIAQKcWxVQBzTIq6eyflDoRz9PPTpxbUSp-4Sqh6fc9EzH-aJqkQPwPik-lC8yCEsM/s320/Chest00b.JPG" width="256" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Next he's headed to the dressing rooms. Can I come, too??</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi73-JXXlnz21D1bShipfIbHSckOyV1O7fWE0SVwZeCDCUgVgMB1UmoMa8QDu_x59kyzwcrnEGAt8OrdkWw4tJm83rI6oBXyfv3P9-c3m0UZy_y_eigdHqcCmfep1YOWUtAfrbff9F84FA/s1600/Chest00.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi73-JXXlnz21D1bShipfIbHSckOyV1O7fWE0SVwZeCDCUgVgMB1UmoMa8QDu_x59kyzwcrnEGAt8OrdkWw4tJm83rI6oBXyfv3P9-c3m0UZy_y_eigdHqcCmfep1YOWUtAfrbff9F84FA/s320/Chest00.JPG" width="230" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Robert Ryan wears his trousers high as was the style of the day, but nevertheless demonstrates quite a fit physique.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0jauJoFHq1CiyE4rO_hqpveA3LmmDPVebVw4B0d5aCvehGqlTJbkasd8epU-NWBkEBC9u37E_A3lN44CWbJrTtGcS1RJ_A_sb6kwn9h9L0YGnYTg9gidEuwP7OoUSo262BKFoWBXTQOI/s1600/Chest03c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0jauJoFHq1CiyE4rO_hqpveA3LmmDPVebVw4B0d5aCvehGqlTJbkasd8epU-NWBkEBC9u37E_A3lN44CWbJrTtGcS1RJ_A_sb6kwn9h9L0YGnYTg9gidEuwP7OoUSo262BKFoWBXTQOI/s320/Chest03c.JPG" width="221" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">One of the screen's most finely-sculpted men in the 1950s and '60s was Woody Strode, an imposing presence seen here in 1951's <b>The Lion Hunters</b> (one of the installments in the <b>Bomba, The Jungle Boy</b> series.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZgr3dWmgVhJCHA692pTamd6TbSfDPZkuOi4Mls6kyXnCoAwml8Ob1ogwnTVZmKNqgnfy5wwHSsh8Rj9rRqbxratoC7Oiw8p3GAklApxShW0SEmTWXerwYnwzJkC-yQXa4k15_Ucy0ZM/s1600/Chest05b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZgr3dWmgVhJCHA692pTamd6TbSfDPZkuOi4Mls6kyXnCoAwml8Ob1ogwnTVZmKNqgnfy5wwHSsh8Rj9rRqbxratoC7Oiw8p3GAklApxShW0SEmTWXerwYnwzJkC-yQXa4k15_Ucy0ZM/s320/Chest05b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I like this picture of Rock Hudson because he's a bit more filled-out and mature than in some of his earliest shirtless photos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7SjBaAo3xT00ViJ6n4U-N53bsZQCIsg0FdYF1izUImVVmbArnGfX4yBkD4k-BVkyYsArks2sK7xL5Ay7SQniivd59s7As_HlyyI_C02MssfhbwP5C3n2B0URdxCH5OUKMeusFNoOUarE/s1600/Chest05d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7SjBaAo3xT00ViJ6n4U-N53bsZQCIsg0FdYF1izUImVVmbArnGfX4yBkD4k-BVkyYsArks2sK7xL5Ay7SQniivd59s7As_HlyyI_C02MssfhbwP5C3n2B0URdxCH5OUKMeusFNoOUarE/s320/Chest05d.JPG" width="278" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Prior to his successful run as <i>Ben Casey</i> (1961-1966), Vince Edwards was a body-builder and physique model (with -once they allowed him to grow it - plenty of hair on his chest, AND head!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhNwRT8b9FPihJDBJ3qGO8A1DTHaiIAPw1IEKbC57vHTvxXBcJPWaRL9Z5fJjLBy9CRTznFvbPALkA5JH-paaty4FFqJYkWz4hF3OYXTM6X0yupWHfzm3NQwuhrD6ixiD5bsb7bcFOq4/s1600/Chest03b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhNwRT8b9FPihJDBJ3qGO8A1DTHaiIAPw1IEKbC57vHTvxXBcJPWaRL9Z5fJjLBy9CRTznFvbPALkA5JH-paaty4FFqJYkWz4hF3OYXTM6X0yupWHfzm3NQwuhrD6ixiD5bsb7bcFOq4/s320/Chest03b.JPG" width="252" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Look at the sign that was posted at the Beverly Hills Health Club where Edwards is taking a swim! Their loss, I say...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAuEPvZ33Yf7vYQScQpselr5hHPXQc-O-Gx4xzF72FO9jt0C7mf2S0hA9VNlSdC2AoOZ7wzX7ZTaal3wOclG5Smk5Jl5jsxxZNJ1MhG2JMv3zI0mWa4uhSODK3SW_XrxAPFLo4jInSzY/s1600/Chest03d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAuEPvZ33Yf7vYQScQpselr5hHPXQc-O-Gx4xzF72FO9jt0C7mf2S0hA9VNlSdC2AoOZ7wzX7ZTaal3wOclG5Smk5Jl5jsxxZNJ1MhG2JMv3zI0mWa4uhSODK3SW_XrxAPFLo4jInSzY/s320/Chest03d.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Edwards' medical drama counterpart <i>Dr. Kildare</i> (also 1961-1966) was played by the more lean and far less brooding Richard Chamberlain.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-bwBVkHBMzrw9lSMtXNBeIbEHiUiJTE2NxvI9RsVFIBwg7Ewb4eBZDG42iw5z3QGOWuK0-cQqNhXRHQr9qeCymcXwmYxv5iDZvgQJm-AgEgti92jEfRZsQrb0AuUYS3DyFJSTDWF8GG0/s1600/Chest05c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-bwBVkHBMzrw9lSMtXNBeIbEHiUiJTE2NxvI9RsVFIBwg7Ewb4eBZDG42iw5z3QGOWuK0-cQqNhXRHQr9qeCymcXwmYxv5iDZvgQJm-AgEgti92jEfRZsQrb0AuUYS3DyFJSTDWF8GG0/s320/Chest05c.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Tony Curtis seems to be having a rather rowdy time of it in 1953's college athletics film, <b>The All-American</b>. I sort of like the brawny pal who has him by the calf and ankle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv4Y18cjEHJT8IXGVusSJFXLWAk6_qoVN76rb-x2cT3j1dzPxQaZF_Lo-jXjSzi6atX55xU7DdiUpwzeohCVWAEtWrTHjqEfN6xRm8cEdJIvPCMYo9s28DWIcLsVlIUBETiD8DoEze1Kc/s1600/Chest06c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv4Y18cjEHJT8IXGVusSJFXLWAk6_qoVN76rb-x2cT3j1dzPxQaZF_Lo-jXjSzi6atX55xU7DdiUpwzeohCVWAEtWrTHjqEfN6xRm8cEdJIvPCMYo9s28DWIcLsVlIUBETiD8DoEze1Kc/s320/Chest06c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Likewise, this photo is a frolicsome glimpse into the world of men hanging out together at length, in this case the military. Recognize the man (or the chest of the man) at far right in this still from 1961's <b>Armored Command</b>? The world would be seeing much more of it in years to come...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXiOgJ6GETJUyODnmJgJKwwb3svLtDCG4eS9XJn040jPsEM8CR7cwfmw-FyS47UQHXokSVRVP3KMGjfYE2kDNIiIXKF5BWIPE3QEA-nbrb5lZTKHOBQIOIeUTGImUNnausCTPCHZfq0Bg/s1600/Chest02b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXiOgJ6GETJUyODnmJgJKwwb3svLtDCG4eS9XJn040jPsEM8CR7cwfmw-FyS47UQHXokSVRVP3KMGjfYE2kDNIiIXKF5BWIPE3QEA-nbrb5lZTKHOBQIOIeUTGImUNnausCTPCHZfq0Bg/s320/Chest02b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">That's future megastar Burt Reynolds in one of his very first films. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0DjkzpQn-UxjtWwR1_UsrVIaSYLp3aaz_1S3kPNa7r_M_ER7z_6yi7tKb9M4dqdjsXjRkk9JdT848v4tkhbREUeG2h8zZsAfnYxxxMr8PX8jpZWb2FeipjeYZtxvAGTrdTSMfq_sc4Es/s1600/Chest04c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0DjkzpQn-UxjtWwR1_UsrVIaSYLp3aaz_1S3kPNa7r_M_ER7z_6yi7tKb9M4dqdjsXjRkk9JdT848v4tkhbREUeG2h8zZsAfnYxxxMr8PX8jpZWb2FeipjeYZtxvAGTrdTSMfq_sc4Es/s320/Chest04c.jpg" width="317" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">1960 gave us the Mickey Rooney-Mamie Van Doren comedy <b>The Private Lives of Adam and Eve</b> with Martin Milner as Adam. Milner would later become better known for his work in the howler <b>Valley of the Dolls</b> (1967) and another sort of Adam, <i>Adam-12</i>(1968-1975.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr5WLwEA17NI5wE3Q8qWTfKKYHjuaMwq32-lLRBmK86_02q31Qra-3yZX4kxKAryc_SDwi268lGjiGoj2c3xVzihYNDBhYc8nPtGMBUPgf-txrD_Xut-sznFc9eKXSWC-daduc5PC1Nls/s1600/Chest02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr5WLwEA17NI5wE3Q8qWTfKKYHjuaMwq32-lLRBmK86_02q31Qra-3yZX4kxKAryc_SDwi268lGjiGoj2c3xVzihYNDBhYc8nPtGMBUPgf-txrD_Xut-sznFc9eKXSWC-daduc5PC1Nls/s320/Chest02.JPG" width="229" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Another sort of Adam came in 1960's <b>Can Can</b> with Shirley MacLaine as she did a Garden of Eden number. The Adam to her Eve was played/danced by Marc Wilder, who could also be spotted in musicals such as <b>Gentlemen Prefer Blondes </b>(1953), <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/12/opposite-attracts.html" target="_blank">TheOpposite Sex </a>(1956) and even <b>Funny Girl</b> (1968.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh90lMIKhiDpOm4GbrIicOsiV4-L8gnXoUkD1Dpm1F34cCbv2_8L41ZpNQEZpdQ4DobSA2ipML1YS-Vj50kgA2axNGCCCMTw45OQAxUsu799SqeVkuAROQLqaeRZtUX3floMbIw8NerJUM/s1600/Chest04b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh90lMIKhiDpOm4GbrIicOsiV4-L8gnXoUkD1Dpm1F34cCbv2_8L41ZpNQEZpdQ4DobSA2ipML1YS-Vj50kgA2axNGCCCMTw45OQAxUsu799SqeVkuAROQLqaeRZtUX3floMbIw8NerJUM/s320/Chest04b.JPG" width="242" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In a class all by himself as far as I'm concerned is Underworld favorite and my own ideal man, Clint Walker. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFxB-gb1CehiFZkpe9QSmPFYqqBLlh3qDHuejmZ24Yq1ZuncruQyHvvIzky3JR790dM3yM-JCRy97WqetMJD2Qd_zAQab2L5G5obHv45lZRisvGvE6nkUhkA_rLMTY1l146f0PdqqYJo/s1600/Chest11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFxB-gb1CehiFZkpe9QSmPFYqqBLlh3qDHuejmZ24Yq1ZuncruQyHvvIzky3JR790dM3yM-JCRy97WqetMJD2Qd_zAQab2L5G5obHv45lZRisvGvE6nkUhkA_rLMTY1l146f0PdqqYJo/s320/Chest11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There's really nothing else to say, but just to stare slack-jawed at his towering beauty!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ-9W8nHfx88K6ZgjdDSzmavay2cluO8mYmDKWKfsubD-cwLyy_0kvkAtB4ntOeORJPlumwLfiHeO_Op_pWKJL_i4jrk7xjhunXJgC_D8VmfYxqu1ZsaZeWISjxnQyXwYvfUZL3OzFjtM/s1600/Chest04d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ-9W8nHfx88K6ZgjdDSzmavay2cluO8mYmDKWKfsubD-cwLyy_0kvkAtB4ntOeORJPlumwLfiHeO_Op_pWKJL_i4jrk7xjhunXJgC_D8VmfYxqu1ZsaZeWISjxnQyXwYvfUZL3OzFjtM/s320/Chest04d.JPG" width="219" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Here he is taking a nap in the sun between takes. How did the surrounding people restrain themselves from climbing on top of him? Ha!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzpWn8q_GEV5fzNe09bZ33GuMaipVd8hkWi9emCsfZYNkFNKoswp2YitJqW9P9hZJ8QBuTi9v3_IIPahb8t2GI_z3S4RO22K52j61b3mrvXmUPlYyWNIsCgn74hEaOMSli4U1lSKR64I/s1600/Chest05g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzpWn8q_GEV5fzNe09bZ33GuMaipVd8hkWi9emCsfZYNkFNKoswp2YitJqW9P9hZJ8QBuTi9v3_IIPahb8t2GI_z3S4RO22K52j61b3mrvXmUPlYyWNIsCgn74hEaOMSli4U1lSKR64I/s320/Chest05g.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Holding his own quite nicely is Italian actor Raf Vallone in 1962's <b>Phaedra</b> (with Melina Mercouri.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQe-wM_lhnV3XcmxgBuJ_1aGG3AdFsgGQboDjG8vR7UigFfiiNHQMJ9DJwtrRwbKn5dTm4-sJMfmdWLx8aSX_zqGEkhCKBu8o0I22p7jz75205wQhAObKPkYreJY0DFftACKiCDPDMsmA/s1600/Chest06.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQe-wM_lhnV3XcmxgBuJ_1aGG3AdFsgGQboDjG8vR7UigFfiiNHQMJ9DJwtrRwbKn5dTm4-sJMfmdWLx8aSX_zqGEkhCKBu8o0I22p7jz75205wQhAObKPkYreJY0DFftACKiCDPDMsmA/s320/Chest06.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiu1i9ZacujZrXrvqHGIyZxMNAbyWX0DWmlBrU_Bum78stywkxxnF_vfPJpoSQEvXBXct-dZxfBg6qIBssFByP1EL_Yvlg-ansRkxrqqx_3OhkskrWYTBwCngT5yhlLodxbsVxYPZCHtA/s1600/Chest05f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiu1i9ZacujZrXrvqHGIyZxMNAbyWX0DWmlBrU_Bum78stywkxxnF_vfPJpoSQEvXBXct-dZxfBg6qIBssFByP1EL_Yvlg-ansRkxrqqx_3OhkskrWYTBwCngT5yhlLodxbsVxYPZCHtA/s320/Chest05f.JPG" width="250" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Before Marilyn Monroe was fired from (the unfinished) Something's Got to Give in 1962, her character had been stranded on a deserted island with hunky <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2012/06/tom-dick-and-barry.html" target="_blank">Tom Tryon</a>. When the movie was reworked into <b>Move Over Darling</b> the following year with Doris Day, the part Tryon had been assigned was given instead to Chuck Connors. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01Ci66rtz-MoLGmfcm_ykQY2ypQ721eRxXklZFxbUSpH0N61D_0rFSm5CTudjHvymZiLHvO739pUCXuzboGAyWM71KVm-3XDmu2RRAFI7BzdvUzkeviVjN3Qj_1a7iltSJ4bUEPHfVdo/s1600/Chest10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01Ci66rtz-MoLGmfcm_ykQY2ypQ721eRxXklZFxbUSpH0N61D_0rFSm5CTudjHvymZiLHvO739pUCXuzboGAyWM71KVm-3XDmu2RRAFI7BzdvUzkeviVjN3Qj_1a7iltSJ4bUEPHfVdo/s320/Chest10.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Steve Cochran, a ladies man of legend, is shown here at the helm of his boat where, sadly, he died during a location scouting expedition in 1965. After succumbing to a lung infection, his three female passengers were forced to drift for ten days with his body on board until they coasted onto a Guatemalan shore.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Taken during his 1964-1969 run on the prime-time soap opera <i>Peyton Place</i> we find Ryan O'Neal. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNNzLe-xX9_pDbJoU2EHj0fLJ7wJETtCPa8nhH4SUUnpSSV4cok-GawUOh78nPLO0gAEqwiduuuqTfNMmfoSNnUmjRrznlU7fTBaN_dcZhdn0ozLEY4soFb835EiDKIMHHmBeBF7QCMw/s1600/Chest06f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNNzLe-xX9_pDbJoU2EHj0fLJ7wJETtCPa8nhH4SUUnpSSV4cok-GawUOh78nPLO0gAEqwiduuuqTfNMmfoSNnUmjRrznlU7fTBaN_dcZhdn0ozLEY4soFb835EiDKIMHHmBeBF7QCMw/s320/Chest06f.JPG" width="203" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Here's a shot of Gary Lockwood as an astronaut viewing a message from home in 1968's <b>2001: A Space Odyssey</b>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkDHBaEwfRVLl6v_5UCnRCESj43lx7qfLhH7TAFf5wVO9I6i3Tzl_ATbmOSS8EBsUTD_2eYcFY7L92mCvEBtbA6TJ6-gJvTZu-qrjylNK6Umy3hjrXUEwePgThN8WtrPbOiMeTwVykDI/s1600/Chest05e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkDHBaEwfRVLl6v_5UCnRCESj43lx7qfLhH7TAFf5wVO9I6i3Tzl_ATbmOSS8EBsUTD_2eYcFY7L92mCvEBtbA6TJ6-gJvTZu-qrjylNK6Umy3hjrXUEwePgThN8WtrPbOiMeTwVykDI/s320/Chest05e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">One of THE hottest teen stars of his day (though he was twenty when the craze began) was David Cassidy of <i>The Partridge Family</i> (1970-1974.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwPzPf9x3GdCA1VtSBZvd88-jkvDzfRt5UuMW6q7NoGuVv8d0N_Ml97WnJVTTDFEOzfrKDH9HywKo0i_HOnzKQLiTzCeWzr7yTSMmjAZG__JSE8eZLQVqHxelNOg9OLU01JIjluiHGeE/s1600/Chest08e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwPzPf9x3GdCA1VtSBZvd88-jkvDzfRt5UuMW6q7NoGuVv8d0N_Ml97WnJVTTDFEOzfrKDH9HywKo0i_HOnzKQLiTzCeWzr7yTSMmjAZG__JSE8eZLQVqHxelNOg9OLU01JIjluiHGeE/s320/Chest08e.JPG" width="197" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Welsh actor Stanley Baker enjoys a scantily-clad moment with curvaceous beauty Ursula Andress in the bank heist movie <b>Perfect Friday</b> (1970.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDGbp66V9TxAjTbaO64tMF-eBtpGJB9pKMj9apPRsmGx0DGXyPTh62CBp_wwgkvgrdzjMmn74Wd2JPca1ZXgNuqsUH2H-MwnyVSbVU3BS7SYe_YU0hAmWYyQ7NQ2j4CQwyI-skVO3a0k/s1600/Chest07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDGbp66V9TxAjTbaO64tMF-eBtpGJB9pKMj9apPRsmGx0DGXyPTh62CBp_wwgkvgrdzjMmn74Wd2JPca1ZXgNuqsUH2H-MwnyVSbVU3BS7SYe_YU0hAmWYyQ7NQ2j4CQwyI-skVO3a0k/s320/Chest07.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Remarkably fit and trim French superstar Jean-Paul Belmondo is seen here in a still from 1973's spy spoof <b>Le Magnifique</b>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsseBvAmDJi3PDaNW7lMm-1RTkR42nATeTzgruCZ0U9_QpDncA_bsyYvpJdGhAIP0UJdDZ45GgK46rAipNSEFl3Hhr49ZXZUCMZNVCABWMCeEy07m5M80MAV8Kf6nvRBbrtR1skfG7Y4w/s1600/Chest04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsseBvAmDJi3PDaNW7lMm-1RTkR42nATeTzgruCZ0U9_QpDncA_bsyYvpJdGhAIP0UJdDZ45GgK46rAipNSEFl3Hhr49ZXZUCMZNVCABWMCeEy07m5M80MAV8Kf6nvRBbrtR1skfG7Y4w/s320/Chest04.JPG" width="307" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Beautiful <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/09/digging-up-some-dirk.html" target="_blank">Dirk Benedict</a> becomes the victim of a disreputable scientist's reptilian experiments in 1973's <b>Sssssss</b>. I think Dirk's own snake was fine as it was!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKT-GSCTFf4E1lKZGuDN8gdbYAN_3E9571LoxfjFi7O2aMICU3jYdohYMefqPvPJyfjDLRGKzGBKCd6KOtH5picLUk_JQiI6-4MCb9DYwEyCG4khVAwd1eJVXoH8fuFMRoFVGIka5S1V0/s1600/Chest07c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKT-GSCTFf4E1lKZGuDN8gdbYAN_3E9571LoxfjFi7O2aMICU3jYdohYMefqPvPJyfjDLRGKzGBKCd6KOtH5picLUk_JQiI6-4MCb9DYwEyCG4khVAwd1eJVXoH8fuFMRoFVGIka5S1V0/s320/Chest07c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A lean Rod Stewart works on his tan in this photo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE73F3m_FOHbzGJgrmAIeH4WJODktfM6_DWX2NrKHOfHUcVzJKKm_eqo4Vu6PDnbmDmAFqyXBN5jLXrxVtSB_np0fwSHAhJl4hrSdQQgsM9wiYY3KH1iz1oJmyskJ1C1jMhFakBw0OvDg/s1600/Chest05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE73F3m_FOHbzGJgrmAIeH4WJODktfM6_DWX2NrKHOfHUcVzJKKm_eqo4Vu6PDnbmDmAFqyXBN5jLXrxVtSB_np0fwSHAhJl4hrSdQQgsM9wiYY3KH1iz1oJmyskJ1C1jMhFakBw0OvDg/s320/Chest05.JPG" width="265" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Robert Urich of <i>Vega$</i> (1978-1981) peruses his script in between takes of the detective series.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBkTPFwdvSGKCB7WLbnZldKcnOSgNtyfxzjtROxZrE7Z1t156aSeXaAasjM-illx0TfOt2j6MtbjNELPqCPs-H_kZLKvSFbzUu6qR1vMHTq55XTeDzulj93jG1edIkW28pstivxmJUfI/s1600/Chest09e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBkTPFwdvSGKCB7WLbnZldKcnOSgNtyfxzjtROxZrE7Z1t156aSeXaAasjM-illx0TfOt2j6MtbjNELPqCPs-H_kZLKvSFbzUu6qR1vMHTq55XTeDzulj93jG1edIkW28pstivxmJUfI/s320/Chest09e.JPG" width="243" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Fur lovers may enjoy John Beck (of <b>Rollerball</b>, 1975, and later of <i>Dallas</i>, on and off from 1983-1986.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7xzRdepaZi-aDbt8-eMOOhW8wqz-2UhrTgNFIOm-qfHGJwEDfHC1MFOKXWJ8kMfilCjfPMXqnhD3mMi6c6v3QptLRFUQVaTe3h-qvbTqOIGFTsnAf7elz3TKjnJI3yYQRZXZufr32VKM/s1600/Chest07e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7xzRdepaZi-aDbt8-eMOOhW8wqz-2UhrTgNFIOm-qfHGJwEDfHC1MFOKXWJ8kMfilCjfPMXqnhD3mMi6c6v3QptLRFUQVaTe3h-qvbTqOIGFTsnAf7elz3TKjnJI3yYQRZXZufr32VKM/s320/Chest07e.JPG" width="216" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Or here is karate instructor-turned-action/marital arts movie hero Chuck Norris.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCOCumlWcAWSglaweX9HsiDj85lmLTq9kZ5kcdaHZylBbFM0QD2fOsajUn_KOWp5fzIPhsAoEk50meZGvmiMkzwF66JRT8n_hbcwui6jwd8MDC5qNvp78Rux73g3Fu0wQfM1CjoVRDHM/s1600/Chest08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCOCumlWcAWSglaweX9HsiDj85lmLTq9kZ5kcdaHZylBbFM0QD2fOsajUn_KOWp5fzIPhsAoEk50meZGvmiMkzwF66JRT8n_hbcwui6jwd8MDC5qNvp78Rux73g3Fu0wQfM1CjoVRDHM/s320/Chest08.JPG" width="198" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">On <i>Buck Rogers in the 25<sup>th</sup>Century</i> (1979-1981), Gil Gerard (seen here with guest star Anne Jeffreys) was often called upon to wear shirts that revealed his mass of chest hair. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRs8Bu1UDzZ0z9vmY0VcpLo3Rd9rpmxencfWirSactATJy5ywWynV2i9m7gEHCYPc9nrl62igFIb2Cd5H3H0k7NWnyUXdYsSgUZoeKr3Lxz1xOfOh3H1G3imQLz2TEpzIemD0c9HQQRko/s1600/Chest06d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRs8Bu1UDzZ0z9vmY0VcpLo3Rd9rpmxencfWirSactATJy5ywWynV2i9m7gEHCYPc9nrl62igFIb2Cd5H3H0k7NWnyUXdYsSgUZoeKr3Lxz1xOfOh3H1G3imQLz2TEpzIemD0c9HQQRko/s320/Chest06d.JPG" width="242" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This shot offers a better glimpse, one of several times on the show in which he was de-shirted...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HFkeoc0HghZ4z6GVDFYeAwaf5ZwgxoD3_L6iwYeYUhlraf0XQN8ijiCd23J6IJDqE6qQ32SvUgotF7NOl8XKzWAXdKTcD7xPfHzWnqwdZ7xPkQvRVtuThlHbGsOvdoRbVcsQRPg_gzY/s1600/Chest06h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HFkeoc0HghZ4z6GVDFYeAwaf5ZwgxoD3_L6iwYeYUhlraf0XQN8ijiCd23J6IJDqE6qQ32SvUgotF7NOl8XKzWAXdKTcD7xPfHzWnqwdZ7xPkQvRVtuThlHbGsOvdoRbVcsQRPg_gzY/s320/Chest06h.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A hairy chest hall of famer is Tom Selleck, who starred on <i>Magnum, P.I.</i> from 1980-1988.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmDMWulsS1Sh5oq8JWPSIpz8EbszO-czj4nIJZEjFe1uSRBIZSW4AEB587zQKDZ6_jHAlnhmpxDRQXlUsKSDRIrZ-7AUtwlkXaUO7WP6Yq6LbDO8s6Shagd9BjGhEW1TAFkM5YI3c0VRI/s1600/Chest01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmDMWulsS1Sh5oq8JWPSIpz8EbszO-czj4nIJZEjFe1uSRBIZSW4AEB587zQKDZ6_jHAlnhmpxDRQXlUsKSDRIrZ-7AUtwlkXaUO7WP6Yq6LbDO8s6Shagd9BjGhEW1TAFkM5YI3c0VRI/s320/Chest01.JPG" width="241" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Of course we mustn't ignore Lee Majors of <i>The Fall Guy</i> (1981-1986.) Majors has recently joined the cast of the <i>Dallas</i> update as a love interest for Linda Gray.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl989v_4g0_Nus8o0H1MH9FaURsMpIGSLGQ49FilmBLv2HK1SiATwR82AiEt4NpcwTcKkCE0qT8V2r2PkKfodhsVek6dsZN076dxnS8sFk02uyShe3sc3GF088ooWmd63ufTdig7P4MNM/s1600/Chest07b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl989v_4g0_Nus8o0H1MH9FaURsMpIGSLGQ49FilmBLv2HK1SiATwR82AiEt4NpcwTcKkCE0qT8V2r2PkKfodhsVek6dsZN076dxnS8sFk02uyShe3sc3GF088ooWmd63ufTdig7P4MNM/s320/Chest07b.JPG" width="242" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Another actor who was shucked of much of his clothing on a regular basis was Lorenzo Lamas of <i>Falcon Crest </i>(1981-1990), shown here (like Majors above) in that '80s photo shoot staple of a leather jacket with no shirt on underneath.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KiJQZ4N7farMRXYbOYg6MA5sg9TP5u0nJIMNqFrwphUZ-3-86penfmjSUUcboFpkx5o8LKEpNyBPUjhOgEEECl_60v7rHb1VVH2rAHwnW11C-9hHzOP7kO1MaQTxpaFUvl3u9MpO18I/s1600/Chest04e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KiJQZ4N7farMRXYbOYg6MA5sg9TP5u0nJIMNqFrwphUZ-3-86penfmjSUUcboFpkx5o8LKEpNyBPUjhOgEEECl_60v7rHb1VVH2rAHwnW11C-9hHzOP7kO1MaQTxpaFUvl3u9MpO18I/s320/Chest04e.JPG" width="254" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Or if fair-haired guys are more your bag, this is <i>Little House on the Prairie</i>'s Dean Butler (from 1979-1983), towel-clad after swimming on <i>Battle of the Network Stars</i>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8k25IYsaud3K-7sSRFXCwYT0cCD2hkPR8sNvpi2w2cV5KHm1yfs1ekur5VwpDVgrGoct4kWLjKwpWIdWogkzZb-1JtFAAQ7N6mIsLYPfmd-Pykl_Fq6NaDG2giKw_8NXsM83Cht3xEbc/s1600/Chest08c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8k25IYsaud3K-7sSRFXCwYT0cCD2hkPR8sNvpi2w2cV5KHm1yfs1ekur5VwpDVgrGoct4kWLjKwpWIdWogkzZb-1JtFAAQ7N6mIsLYPfmd-Pykl_Fq6NaDG2giKw_8NXsM83Cht3xEbc/s320/Chest08c.JPG" width="209" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Since we're on that kick for a minute, let's look at a couple of other stars of the '80s doing some shirtless sporting activity. First is Richard Dean Anderson of <i>MacGyver</i> (1985-1992.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKvBbRGjxesfcrIW_TCCSkNR6yQF3EpILswMLIdInVVEZsmXbM60QNj-tFMTABe1NEkghjFkw1ZRJJ8tIezNZ5tnIZRfgXEe1YmXku2gHJkIzo8w_g3WwuJaE5b4bwq_xGNqmFBETwN8/s1600/Chest06e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKvBbRGjxesfcrIW_TCCSkNR6yQF3EpILswMLIdInVVEZsmXbM60QNj-tFMTABe1NEkghjFkw1ZRJJ8tIezNZ5tnIZRfgXEe1YmXku2gHJkIzo8w_g3WwuJaE5b4bwq_xGNqmFBETwN8/s320/Chest06e.JPG" width="225" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">How about Mark Harmon, then of <i>Flamingo Road</i> (1980-1982) and <i>St. Elsewhere</i> (1983-1986)?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmRLwxgsQwa7xUkwFeCaTVuSTYcMMZyTZugyiB4roMXAvSIKvd2nuED5z4uTJQGB5vFJbUCTz2Zy51lX5VI4fbVicpzLJj_ssaVC3x60S0vzweTG1BKhEGV9ZbbkDP_4ANoTj_2nDiDm4/s1600/Chest07f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmRLwxgsQwa7xUkwFeCaTVuSTYcMMZyTZugyiB4roMXAvSIKvd2nuED5z4uTJQGB5vFJbUCTz2Zy51lX5VI4fbVicpzLJj_ssaVC3x60S0vzweTG1BKhEGV9ZbbkDP_4ANoTj_2nDiDm4/s320/Chest07f.JPG" width="223" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Grant Goodeve of <i>Eight is Enough</i>(1977-1981) seems awfully happy to be there (maybe he won his event?)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_jtWUkMIuNNBCrD6ZvGhxEF1SRCjcFMa8fK7K56R49iqcM_xF39UwB6hyHlS3_rVXW_LdCem7ERSzGFpmWyd4B0wVXnzuDQAUHGOuKJyXSOXLJFD5VzmPzRRYBflYIdSItVorIVGgAeY/s1600/Chest06g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_jtWUkMIuNNBCrD6ZvGhxEF1SRCjcFMa8fK7K56R49iqcM_xF39UwB6hyHlS3_rVXW_LdCem7ERSzGFpmWyd4B0wVXnzuDQAUHGOuKJyXSOXLJFD5VzmPzRRYBflYIdSItVorIVGgAeY/s320/Chest06g.JPG" width="189" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>The Incredible Hulk</i>'s Lou Ferrigno (1978-1982) unfairly compares his bulky physique with a scarily spindly McLean Stevenson!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCRigmbKGaVvtWfc1oUqBHX8Ein-sAk-WYvMY2V52uOHNcpgWt_ZsZIjLgyztI5wKvolGp9r8v4ltAHVtd5wXQBY-5RkZaHy-YBYdsDslmlHJGZYzec7nHz1p8ibW6HMwjPQOdThhOmug/s1600/Chest04f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCRigmbKGaVvtWfc1oUqBHX8Ein-sAk-WYvMY2V52uOHNcpgWt_ZsZIjLgyztI5wKvolGp9r8v4ltAHVtd5wXQBY-5RkZaHy-YBYdsDslmlHJGZYzec7nHz1p8ibW6HMwjPQOdThhOmug/s320/Chest04f.JPG" width="230" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">To get soapy for a moment, we take a gander at Jon Hensley, who played Holden Snyder on <i><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-of-world.html" target="_blank">As the World Turns</a></i>from 1985 to 2010, at an industry athletic event.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1J1XL4-Z1fOe6zM2KoTG0Pp6QjFFpQ20Xled4bVmo8m6-AmV7bSCuEVlPp14SIifq7nVrfOhgqHa9ZzEOuM_biHIyoRnxlU8YKv2PnEZYMUZyWN3fgghiqwddta_fh9rmmTpDqJlFSM/s1600/Chest09d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1J1XL4-Z1fOe6zM2KoTG0Pp6QjFFpQ20Xled4bVmo8m6-AmV7bSCuEVlPp14SIifq7nVrfOhgqHa9ZzEOuM_biHIyoRnxlU8YKv2PnEZYMUZyWN3fgghiqwddta_fh9rmmTpDqJlFSM/s320/Chest09d.JPG" width="231" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Also shown here are Kin Shriner (Scotty Baldwin on <i>General Hospital</i> off and on from 1977 to 2013) and Steve Bond (who worked on the same show from 1983 to 1985.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhhyphenhyphengcX47EiAswKvUuHxtKnj_dZ7L86Nujmg4scnbdCwIi8S6oT52bcjesD-eoouB787g_z19ydgJLHQWNlLkDgeddsmYxC2AnWlqAmCBvGolA66cW6AAeaWai8SIWlPdq8KYBa4ojjqo/s1600/Chest09c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhhyphenhyphengcX47EiAswKvUuHxtKnj_dZ7L86Nujmg4scnbdCwIi8S6oT52bcjesD-eoouB787g_z19ydgJLHQWNlLkDgeddsmYxC2AnWlqAmCBvGolA66cW6AAeaWai8SIWlPdq8KYBa4ojjqo/s320/Chest09c.JPG" width="265" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Bond posed for Playgirl in 1975 and made a staggering impression to say the least. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6kwK3LTCbKoGKODqH_hZx4HM_sKS1_t_-Xbyc-PLOTOZwygwLDL86HogreUQnVSNL9zpDsxmADP5fZpFkj2BEffQKCyMklzHhG3j9cl4PFbWYJlYkKt_cYE7aYXYEs0DHKEcPf7g36pY/s1600/Chest09f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6kwK3LTCbKoGKODqH_hZx4HM_sKS1_t_-Xbyc-PLOTOZwygwLDL86HogreUQnVSNL9zpDsxmADP5fZpFkj2BEffQKCyMklzHhG3j9cl4PFbWYJlYkKt_cYE7aYXYEs0DHKEcPf7g36pY/s320/Chest09f.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Look it up some time!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWGWuRYo_aB_JttlXNc755MPzv7fBu3sEh_v-Zu4z7iyXJKKBJxGmC1N9VnRcQs3QOuNtqxeZcULurLZpbprc1swOUQHciiHfnfyli3JsXb1t0EEItKe2t5mQBWMzvHFLM92h-5Dvr-gc/s1600/Chest06j.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWGWuRYo_aB_JttlXNc755MPzv7fBu3sEh_v-Zu4z7iyXJKKBJxGmC1N9VnRcQs3QOuNtqxeZcULurLZpbprc1swOUQHciiHfnfyli3JsXb1t0EEItKe2t5mQBWMzvHFLM92h-5Dvr-gc/s320/Chest06j.jpg" width="203" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Professional football player-turned-actor John Matuszak enjoyed moderate success with supporting parts in movies such as <b>North Dallas Forty</b> (1979), <b>Caveman</b>(1981) and <b>The Goonies</b> (1985.) In 1982, he also posed semi-nude in Playgirl magazine as seen here...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwS5azLsE2H8z1ujQUyTxocl3YQV-uoOPy7sIkVS3ckxbGhwK9sGsoZER3te-ziWgUjLMnOYENZeG3TR0ob1V-OAo5eQ5_hlxqEJRwZLvXnS6nMCnowuSR9dc2aodz_d7tmNO_AtIrEAE/s1600/Chest08d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwS5azLsE2H8z1ujQUyTxocl3YQV-uoOPy7sIkVS3ckxbGhwK9sGsoZER3te-ziWgUjLMnOYENZeG3TR0ob1V-OAo5eQ5_hlxqEJRwZLvXnS6nMCnowuSR9dc2aodz_d7tmNO_AtIrEAE/s320/Chest08d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">...and here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3wEcCrkovUgx6AsmF9udUXGJ_FRYX4XQVuuHc1hRFP1iChxn4BN3Htc6YG7UfUf4mFFMHIG9RA6u5Li_HCwTKHhv8FtyLpOYo-7nAFmMZOKhusJqAyRKnQgLzbnBhUnCZDWZeDqjhyphenhyphenpY/s1600/Chest08f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3wEcCrkovUgx6AsmF9udUXGJ_FRYX4XQVuuHc1hRFP1iChxn4BN3Htc6YG7UfUf4mFFMHIG9RA6u5Li_HCwTKHhv8FtyLpOYo-7nAFmMZOKhusJqAyRKnQgLzbnBhUnCZDWZeDqjhyphenhyphenpY/s320/Chest08f.jpg" width="237" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Speaking of sports, who recalls humpy <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2012/02/gettin-his-game-on.html" target="_blank">Joe Namath</a> in those Faberge shampoo ads he did? If this photo interests you in any way, I suggest you click on his name and take a look at the tribute he has here in The Underworld!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVp6rE-GCNb8xqgd89o2WfypIXnbn8o2ia5oxe-6MXTPRENUdNT4te6HyauPRGkmIPUC11xz84xPJpo8AQRdyE3s2ZAPW8-LvJS4UUS4jVntlcHNMuxjcoNH9RsuYha69pYKvsgcDlXY/s1600/Chest03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVp6rE-GCNb8xqgd89o2WfypIXnbn8o2ia5oxe-6MXTPRENUdNT4te6HyauPRGkmIPUC11xz84xPJpo8AQRdyE3s2ZAPW8-LvJS4UUS4jVntlcHNMuxjcoNH9RsuYha69pYKvsgcDlXY/s320/Chest03.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Robby Benson portrayed an American Indian who beat many odds, including prejudice, to win an Olympic medal for a long-distance race in <b>Running Brave</b> (1983.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCyLkpA7k9ss4hMQhQVhMCPNKmlAmv7IvQ1zkLrkATuR8iaayfXTwwmfglHA2qeAbDfq0Jm_P2s1ft3X74wHxkecdqGbvBrknUm-3Nyd9hFGg70Mc_JZe9nvod672_EdZxLrhMm7-kE4/s1600/Chest06b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCyLkpA7k9ss4hMQhQVhMCPNKmlAmv7IvQ1zkLrkATuR8iaayfXTwwmfglHA2qeAbDfq0Jm_P2s1ft3X74wHxkecdqGbvBrknUm-3Nyd9hFGg70Mc_JZe9nvod672_EdZxLrhMm7-kE4/s320/Chest06b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Many of us were horrified when fate snatched John F. Kennedy Jr away from us at only age thirty-eight. In fact, his death in a 1999 plane crash caused me to unclench a little and start making sure I enjoyed life more since we never know when it will be snuffed out!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTr4WJWP55clfWUMWGZwOBNE4PWR4HYhPm09gWbtlGI4_4KIaLsXyQvNuDlrLkI7MsL8xMSic0mPzXviCcCmlJatRWZljeapHquv5sCALbNXewOH-5ELKs6QdD6ofpaHS7VOudX80KMA/s1600/Chest09b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTr4WJWP55clfWUMWGZwOBNE4PWR4HYhPm09gWbtlGI4_4KIaLsXyQvNuDlrLkI7MsL8xMSic0mPzXviCcCmlJatRWZljeapHquv5sCALbNXewOH-5ELKs6QdD6ofpaHS7VOudX80KMA/s320/Chest09b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A few more to go as we near the end of this chesty round-up. Do we know who this angst-ridden, furry gentleman is?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJNRju5O2g3cyek8zMboN9ADJACb2FVlyRkWRCziMsEag8qxg39VF3VYu6r8HpAcBkWLoYOeSGA0VrV7TE1l6jwmz9AB2Qmi5CSz6fyFmNySw_mASppzgyZWwOEYrcWVd5lwCnmhrzsIU/s1600/Chest07d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJNRju5O2g3cyek8zMboN9ADJACb2FVlyRkWRCziMsEag8qxg39VF3VYu6r8HpAcBkWLoYOeSGA0VrV7TE1l6jwmz9AB2Qmi5CSz6fyFmNySw_mASppzgyZWwOEYrcWVd5lwCnmhrzsIU/s320/Chest07d.JPG" width="173" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">That was none other than Irish-born Shakespearean actor Kenneth Branaugh.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Take a look at the chiseled jawline of Casper Van Dien of <b>Starship Troopers</b> (1997) and a host of other less memorable movies. Lord... He has a tattoo of Casper the Friendly Ghost!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipy-kbbXU4y4Oq4Z59E5j38dvGLRhKvNNQu3fvUUjNHjkdBru2_9HPKqos4UD2mfEu6R_b-UENr-AfGrVD6Ydz7k0Q57f3qrh-atTeCyXIvZxzCiZXYlB17RtAACFEcprOa1Uv_V_rD1o/s1600/Chest10d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipy-kbbXU4y4Oq4Z59E5j38dvGLRhKvNNQu3fvUUjNHjkdBru2_9HPKqos4UD2mfEu6R_b-UENr-AfGrVD6Ydz7k0Q57f3qrh-atTeCyXIvZxzCiZXYlB17RtAACFEcprOa1Uv_V_rD1o/s320/Chest10d.JPG" width="253" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">One of my favorite contemporary actors, Spanish-born Javier Bardem, in his early days from <b>Jamon, Jamon</b> (1992.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhORCOaSph5muu5QgMVH6cT5AbCyNMjarjZmASmcp8YAaysMZ97cCUgmaLChco49OyItTp5Np7GIZuGWEh5TH2uLhtUO9zgS4t41y0o8FqakR7NwCQK3Q3fWPCYQzG3EFpw1R3SfhgXBX8/s1600/Chest08b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhORCOaSph5muu5QgMVH6cT5AbCyNMjarjZmASmcp8YAaysMZ97cCUgmaLChco49OyItTp5Np7GIZuGWEh5TH2uLhtUO9zgS4t41y0o8FqakR7NwCQK3Q3fWPCYQzG3EFpw1R3SfhgXBX8/s320/Chest08b.JPG" width="207" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Don't ask me why because I cannot offer a reason, but I have a bit of a thing for boy band member-turned-solo singer Robbie Williams.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjREvcPhgQin4WgNvq2tmsQ7B9A2TGliDUWhGG0gb6qfnVp0HhbuF1ndNqKu6tR98YwQ5bLxsjwAjdyyLgNFfzSlt7MAE6J7yj1hL7GfyAh-eEwwauJBYQQoYPnFLiPfnYVNdPdX6lwy7I/s1600/Chest10e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjREvcPhgQin4WgNvq2tmsQ7B9A2TGliDUWhGG0gb6qfnVp0HhbuF1ndNqKu6tR98YwQ5bLxsjwAjdyyLgNFfzSlt7MAE6J7yj1hL7GfyAh-eEwwauJBYQQoYPnFLiPfnYVNdPdX6lwy7I/s320/Chest10e.JPG" width="254" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Someone who does absolutely nothing for me at all, but who the rest of the world seems to adore, is Hugh Jackman, seen here sporting a nice sold build.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwiBN91o51PIivdNR_1tmXVMDLo1ur8J4XbFSGnElYoA5necGdi_U8KmRDw-DhRM28rTQC_XmlS8WPsZ3FlORU_0c9bD3qAPY486SGeEx82_Qm6Wan9PYtZEf8iulrVSQBNjLn8Xch7c/s1600/Chest10c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwiBN91o51PIivdNR_1tmXVMDLo1ur8J4XbFSGnElYoA5necGdi_U8KmRDw-DhRM28rTQC_XmlS8WPsZ3FlORU_0c9bD3qAPY486SGeEx82_Qm6Wan9PYtZEf8iulrVSQBNjLn8Xch7c/s320/Chest10c.JPG" width="228" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Although I do not watch the show, I find myself liking the looks of Jon Hamm of<i> Mad Men</i> (2007-present.) Here we see him on the beach in some sunglasses (and note the tan line on his thighs.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhCh2XZHgH6-shcHLQrtQ_hQVLNR26UTs2A7Xm4AsjN4OSAq3a6dFGToQTN_N7MMjHzYZbn1XMvzCqrRDV_1cTW8BtaTUg-IN_U7jJRby5OuH-07Sn7f9AeKyv_F7HXg8gPmyi29z_54/s1600/Chest09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhCh2XZHgH6-shcHLQrtQ_hQVLNR26UTs2A7Xm4AsjN4OSAq3a6dFGToQTN_N7MMjHzYZbn1XMvzCqrRDV_1cTW8BtaTUg-IN_U7jJRby5OuH-07Sn7f9AeKyv_F7HXg8gPmyi29z_54/s320/Chest09.JPG" width="183" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In this shot, the sunglasses are gone and his trunks have shifted down so that we see the tan line around his waist. Handsome man...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_b9hu0ygRqwEh0Jbx1QkYKsYkRK1ndd1b_eFGu-8nD6gt1xn4lAnh8mlB9PTPS1ky9-lgeOvE-0_sys0sKo-zFYy2t9X-EYPAk4PcbSBPlgA5VGQ4cQLOShtypZ0PxBOYL-2wQRqtWRA/s1600/Chest10b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_b9hu0ygRqwEh0Jbx1QkYKsYkRK1ndd1b_eFGu-8nD6gt1xn4lAnh8mlB9PTPS1ky9-lgeOvE-0_sys0sKo-zFYy2t9X-EYPAk4PcbSBPlgA5VGQ4cQLOShtypZ0PxBOYL-2wQRqtWRA/s320/Chest10b.JPG" width="182" /></a></div><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Finally, I leave you with an eye-blistering shot of one of the most handsome men who ever existed on this planet. Mr. Jon-Erik Hexum. Yowza... Till next time, my loves. Take care!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOL-gI0qGwKiISlegKuGIUvbSoZXB7o5F7W7dmF0NfpjDVJ3Gm2ZdtO348PflppigZGdbxLc_DU1LaYmal4gr_FYyfrBXV50DOrjlaWYe8kmlOqTdRnTJ7xFz-qFj-QC1pgF71wC-PKe0/s1600/Chest12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOL-gI0qGwKiISlegKuGIUvbSoZXB7o5F7W7dmF0NfpjDVJ3Gm2ZdtO348PflppigZGdbxLc_DU1LaYmal4gr_FYyfrBXV50DOrjlaWYe8kmlOqTdRnTJ7xFz-qFj-QC1pgF71wC-PKe0/s320/Chest12.jpg" width="269" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-17912427757716234142013-10-15T07:11:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:27:11.693-08:00Have You Enjoyed "The First Time" Yet?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilZM5aFmMGDOhJdeaF_yVSEhGrnN9LjTsbYJe1IihMG638qSojrnhziL75vQhI0RHd4OWno_bShmezYz7eoTgcri9OnZrZTz3VZ71q8z02_URwd8Rqy-cMb5emT5FElVOJfWrlnKwMCWQ/s1600/FT00.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilZM5aFmMGDOhJdeaF_yVSEhGrnN9LjTsbYJe1IihMG638qSojrnhziL75vQhI0RHd4OWno_bShmezYz7eoTgcri9OnZrZTz3VZ71q8z02_URwd8Rqy-cMb5emT5FElVOJfWrlnKwMCWQ/s320/FT00.JPG" width="228" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As the sexual revolution of the 1960s got into full swing, movies could be a bit more obvious in their subject matter. One popular topic was teenage sex, whether glorifying it or, most often, examining the perils contained within it. A gentle (very gentle!) entry into this arena was the 1969 flick <b>The First Time</b>, focusing on three teenage boys who settle on a certain afternoon in which to initiate themselves into the world of sexuality (though not one of them is willing to admit that the experience will be their very first one of that kind.) The little-known movie contains some captivating elements for those willing to give it a try.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMhOsaD8rq8RIMsIDYnmEx_ADB3khXy83BcRuAjMpPuVrLUFtvBcQ7fc89Qz8GstC-OqwnbY55OcJ5BQABo_wqO42tzGLn6pmzP4TVvRBHxCN6IpMXw09FMiMjFsle4KnYQH1SGvYR-6g/s1600/FT00b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMhOsaD8rq8RIMsIDYnmEx_ADB3khXy83BcRuAjMpPuVrLUFtvBcQ7fc89Qz8GstC-OqwnbY55OcJ5BQABo_wqO42tzGLn6pmzP4TVvRBHxCN6IpMXw09FMiMjFsle4KnYQH1SGvYR-6g/s320/FT00b.jpg" width="123" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwlTvyU4k7ma7JoKjgOMAovz4UW_JyhaKp0y7A6doUoj6z0kUn92jkAjio_U9xiuvqEPy3FKcHjlK9SwE9FdX0avKjJ3OPBoBOC42stF_ywAxji2lcnTrVgtrXtrEEED3KmcIrf-0Xlio/s1600/FT00c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwlTvyU4k7ma7JoKjgOMAovz4UW_JyhaKp0y7A6doUoj6z0kUn92jkAjio_U9xiuvqEPy3FKcHjlK9SwE9FdX0avKjJ3OPBoBOC42stF_ywAxji2lcnTrVgtrXtrEEED3KmcIrf-0Xlio/s320/FT00c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Things get off to a kicky, very late-'60s start as the credits begin to roll to the strains of a song called “Sweet Love in the Beginning” performed by a group called MC2 (MC Squared, like the formula e=mc2.) The film's composer (and the creator of the song's music) Kenyon Hopkins went on to do music for<i> The Odd Couple</i>, <i>Mannix</i> and <i>The Brady Bunch</i>, so there's an unmistakable, groovy vibe to the number. (Sort of like The Partridge Family meets Spanky and Our Gang.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHE8e0eJ3Q9A2NucTJaF3oeyBvHwkEn3lhAqn3GFUVkmsIaCE5k-UUEmuOAeF4Q8M3UhlquH1NeJrWV_Bu_u-T1wHc4h5p7PA0xYvDKe6GyjiH4ciwl_uKPux3kKu7w0hbeRx-iguwUhU/s1600/FT00d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHE8e0eJ3Q9A2NucTJaF3oeyBvHwkEn3lhAqn3GFUVkmsIaCE5k-UUEmuOAeF4Q8M3UhlquH1NeJrWV_Bu_u-T1wHc4h5p7PA0xYvDKe6GyjiH4ciwl_uKPux3kKu7w0hbeRx-iguwUhU/s320/FT00d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Over the course of the credits, we meet the three young men, who are shown riding their bicycles around town and taking visual advantage of the local female scenery. A variety of curvy gals with fun hair and skimpy, leg-baring skirts are shown fending off the ogling advances of the bike-riding trio.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGGanwiATbyATIUduQqrenEDk_o220ECHq5WataeZNpQLG7o4p56IrDDElR5kJZ57xEWatWBBLElbeDMfZSLnBv5iVlFx9VLTd6sKmMBU7myP-at8wbBHmQFZbWu3ru3kLY3V8sHZGjkQ/s1600/FT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGGanwiATbyATIUduQqrenEDk_o220ECHq5WataeZNpQLG7o4p56IrDDElR5kJZ57xEWatWBBLElbeDMfZSLnBv5iVlFx9VLTd6sKmMBU7myP-at8wbBHmQFZbWu3ru3kLY3V8sHZGjkQ/s320/FT01.JPG" width="250" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Wes Stern is a bookish, somewhat awkward guy who is dealing with the loss of his mother and a father whose job takes him all over the place.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf75ELlpoYUzRjMo68ZcauNiGx9YiuWUvb0MYqvb-j8D7OQZ5kb1nEQgs6aMI0aVyRSTjKunTFhWix_Vw2CgOoRFaEkssdsPHo52k_OynbiKNsrEYSHfKfCFz-oyQGediufWKzjwbTG1w/s1600/FT01f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf75ELlpoYUzRjMo68ZcauNiGx9YiuWUvb0MYqvb-j8D7OQZ5kb1nEQgs6aMI0aVyRSTjKunTFhWix_Vw2CgOoRFaEkssdsPHo52k_OynbiKNsrEYSHfKfCFz-oyQGediufWKzjwbTG1w/s320/FT01f.JPG" width="297" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Rick Kelman is a freckled redhead with a very confident air about him and who shares a mildly combative friendship with Stern.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_7ksZ_kDy0FlYC7PoqiYAHZ05IOi_8XYiEnZZEeUDTjhTJjSm_HxE2N-Uw5D9XGjJWrwlrKeraSS7UoMpjyJylKhRQCHv3dT-NriMjULrUipfoQGBkiYiw3Zqo_2mVpxu9gSHox8yYc4/s1600/FT01g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_7ksZ_kDy0FlYC7PoqiYAHZ05IOi_8XYiEnZZEeUDTjhTJjSm_HxE2N-Uw5D9XGjJWrwlrKeraSS7UoMpjyJylKhRQCHv3dT-NriMjULrUipfoQGBkiYiw3Zqo_2mVpxu9gSHox8yYc4/s320/FT01g.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Wink Roberts (what a name!) is the diminutive, friendly and considerate type who tries to help the other two get along with one another better. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">After Kelman snarkily runs Stern off the road, they seem to hit a speed bump in their relationship, but that is swiftly forgotten after a swim in the local watering hole. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5RyV_wJe1m_BVreOqRP3Q3vhoR79yBRQs_IwZAZIuVpOQ5kPeQ0jzedHeOIFP5r4U_N_kvbSMLw7MGwJhGI_ErMwB7-s_74ApCph5bOtr2WP3b1r2kEAlKAIaM7effKK0OdCHTFjhbJQ/s1600/FT01h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidRDff9YYEtwPdlyYZ6sck4Dl_L00uam1ZpIDm-4T29Yo2a6NdZtjASYOsCz_v8jZtISky9OWcCLqGgVoTLriTXR-6_RQ0yoByecx6rFkRAr_V6MiBW5inyCDv1c3ddEjwe-zjSyITGzg/s1600/FT02d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidRDff9YYEtwPdlyYZ6sck4Dl_L00uam1ZpIDm-4T29Yo2a6NdZtjASYOsCz_v8jZtISky9OWcCLqGgVoTLriTXR-6_RQ0yoByecx6rFkRAr_V6MiBW5inyCDv1c3ddEjwe-zjSyITGzg/s320/FT02d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD8p7ihz72u4QN8P39OEqt68qV8IAj_jSB6YScg9ch7EIgKE4y3PAafyrMTK2FGjBEo5QexZfhA7KDCbkO26ZjXCADCRzLXaOK_At1hoVX4tDVsHLwTo8m5Js1RRgruby8UGtZ_Ii4NZY/s1600/FT01e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD8p7ihz72u4QN8P39OEqt68qV8IAj_jSB6YScg9ch7EIgKE4y3PAafyrMTK2FGjBEo5QexZfhA7KDCbkO26ZjXCADCRzLXaOK_At1hoVX4tDVsHLwTo8m5Js1RRgruby8UGtZ_Ii4NZY/s320/FT01e.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Stern is faced with some bad news at home when his father Gerard Parkes informs him that he is going to have to move to Buffalo, New York to live with his grandparents as yet another lengthy business scenario is about to take him away again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVavmJmV2Bi4d25ACQPi5WqYu9aJkR1NPieAK2IBhBP3CEOTVNSRqIRKvue6Kb2u6R8CqV-z_MMTReCCr67ETHcioXJoX5C4TklQCwlGy4XqO96nox8ubSMLBk6H0-Yue1kndDjFnR-b0/s1600/FT02c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVavmJmV2Bi4d25ACQPi5WqYu9aJkR1NPieAK2IBhBP3CEOTVNSRqIRKvue6Kb2u6R8CqV-z_MMTReCCr67ETHcioXJoX5C4TklQCwlGy4XqO96nox8ubSMLBk6H0-Yue1kndDjFnR-b0/s320/FT02c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZjV3e3-p0xi2bRCtB0ytwwVgpyh0YlDmjyGgid2d_XPX_TcnpOPnnfaaeuLgnuLDxlKkQRSHNV6uBLfK8x-SuM_vIDaGHj0l7A1wcUKD-_mIgmddaEmhcxuceGglIUgj9inDj8HcZkA/s1600/FT02a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZjV3e3-p0xi2bRCtB0ytwwVgpyh0YlDmjyGgid2d_XPX_TcnpOPnnfaaeuLgnuLDxlKkQRSHNV6uBLfK8x-SuM_vIDaGHj0l7A1wcUKD-_mIgmddaEmhcxuceGglIUgj9inDj8HcZkA/s320/FT02a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Parkes, at the airport to put Stern on a plane, tentatively attempts to explain that he is gearing up to marry his secretary, the pretty and pert Sharon Acker, but Stern hasn't yet forgotten about his departed mother (though he isn't aghast at the idea of having Acker around all the time either.) In any event, Parkes isn't able to get the words out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0VFeQKeDSK1iM8Ws-s6AOGZUWl-uVggXHne6TssaIOuaFlqfQgLbiC4MwyMoiYXv9UX3z38rZqluelRNC2EE0IC3wODKJvYeVrPbBwNIy6G9aEcRkk5t340OhpIRHTNDZMY-KvY1IGk/s1600/FT02e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0VFeQKeDSK1iM8Ws-s6AOGZUWl-uVggXHne6TssaIOuaFlqfQgLbiC4MwyMoiYXv9UX3z38rZqluelRNC2EE0IC3wODKJvYeVrPbBwNIy6G9aEcRkk5t340OhpIRHTNDZMY-KvY1IGk/s320/FT02e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTVZGPSkLbvN12tYsipN1DpWEztuDvD-5sZoF6-kONAMr7WTUMJ_qSNSP1haT5UXVTw0FdVp2z7DQI7bV2IGbM7ZXhZM2_3_AIdNjAjfVz5LWpEW4ZL6UOrJ2yO-PpuUMCDttjzB5wD6Y/s1600/FT02b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTVZGPSkLbvN12tYsipN1DpWEztuDvD-5sZoF6-kONAMr7WTUMJ_qSNSP1haT5UXVTw0FdVp2z7DQI7bV2IGbM7ZXhZM2_3_AIdNjAjfVz5LWpEW4ZL6UOrJ2yO-PpuUMCDttjzB5wD6Y/s320/FT02b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">His two buddies Kelman and Roberts come to see him off. They promise to write to each other about their respective lives (this is in the days long before e-mail or even affordable long-distance phone calling.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCFZtZxw6gU5uNGo3GgxMO8_PRgJC0mm1f0jFfyDeNaXH28Zzc7AbTOJF7XGX-JKPfsJRmHkFmwJKL_BEnjJO0Az6W0i-UYzihMVpIbrZsszt_znnnvZS-mxkfI1noG9XhxBt_nEFV3fA/s1600/FT01b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCFZtZxw6gU5uNGo3GgxMO8_PRgJC0mm1f0jFfyDeNaXH28Zzc7AbTOJF7XGX-JKPfsJRmHkFmwJKL_BEnjJO0Az6W0i-UYzihMVpIbrZsszt_znnnvZS-mxkfI1noG9XhxBt_nEFV3fA/s200/FT01b.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Stern, ensconced in his grandparents' home, can't seem to keep his mind off of girls (rather ludicrously mowing down some flowers in the front yard when he spies a pair of sexy neighbor girls bending over!), though they barely know he's alive.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqmbQ3GfYRbjIGcR-KfUOlNKSaGh_TLhict-nSccO8bFaVO8R8fez-JDhjsaHxer2Nj58hwyXtQfH-NGFM6IHRSTDFaq5ew67mwo8H-pcBuPeVjYw6B-Gd8j9zkqCp5HTBEyH56xkeSUs/s1600/FT02f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqmbQ3GfYRbjIGcR-KfUOlNKSaGh_TLhict-nSccO8bFaVO8R8fez-JDhjsaHxer2Nj58hwyXtQfH-NGFM6IHRSTDFaq5ew67mwo8H-pcBuPeVjYw6B-Gd8j9zkqCp5HTBEyH56xkeSUs/s200/FT02f.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He also, being hopelessly out of sync in his new surroundings, starts to embellish his current lifestyle, referring in his letters to the other boys about new friends, places and events which aren't even real. One of those places is a brothel called “Rosie's” that is on the Canadian side of Niagara Falls, where he claims to have headed for several nights of ecstasy with a couple of his older pals.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Me2XvOL34re_4-GEuUJzkVhMnBtTyoKzg530ctkMAkd64JsBA_VjduaneBEKLY2RqKYTabn9efr6QgWcah-SbX00oa839_RfvhIeUPSB9dPuWrZfZnLzk_q5Rf82eo9crGtyejyrhBk/s1600/FT02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Me2XvOL34re_4-GEuUJzkVhMnBtTyoKzg530ctkMAkd64JsBA_VjduaneBEKLY2RqKYTabn9efr6QgWcah-SbX00oa839_RfvhIeUPSB9dPuWrZfZnLzk_q5Rf82eo9crGtyejyrhBk/s320/FT02.JPG" width="247" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iOfveoi2dHIjEl-3bzKLFUL7g2aljyosHlSBpWL6o_PHqYXi5y2WurtW2Aa3Z5Qlu9trhr5fhIVeIg5W4aqqbB2bgKo3UK_d1Jb3fa0Z-z3v5WTU1EX7PxTmYoFHYMETfehoCZFdDwk/s1600/FT03a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iOfveoi2dHIjEl-3bzKLFUL7g2aljyosHlSBpWL6o_PHqYXi5y2WurtW2Aa3Z5Qlu9trhr5fhIVeIg5W4aqqbB2bgKo3UK_d1Jb3fa0Z-z3v5WTU1EX7PxTmYoFHYMETfehoCZFdDwk/s320/FT03a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">One day, he gets a call from Kelman and Roberts, who had always planned to come up for a visit, only to discover that they are in town at that very moment and all hyped up to go across the U.S. border into Canada and get lucky at the legendary Rosie's! They've rented a hotel room nearby and want him to join them asap.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0jM-17w4Bw15fM7mAZZ5YFQmEtfhnRZA7yIkheykpDeBVRtFG2kx7qEqzKuz-8DqRgG-Km_SXww8ptMijU5La_86qYET7dERlYnuX5C6JTQNeCYBtYsk1_8Tx3MoYXilyx0Ah34P3tBU/s1600/FT03e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="98" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0jM-17w4Bw15fM7mAZZ5YFQmEtfhnRZA7yIkheykpDeBVRtFG2kx7qEqzKuz-8DqRgG-Km_SXww8ptMijU5La_86qYET7dERlYnuX5C6JTQNeCYBtYsk1_8Tx3MoYXilyx0Ah34P3tBU/s200/FT03e.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Stern is now placed in the uncomfortable position of having to lose face by admitting that there is no Rosie's. Instead (naturally!), he decides to drag them up to Niagara Falls and distract them with all the tourist traps that are on site, believing that they will eventually forget about the place (even though that is one of the key reasons they made the trek there.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFKcnrNEoQy1zIgbiipROkqezahrewtM1-wO09mwMIg3ldNxzE_4PNtzrOd7mir6wZCeC2S8D5OL4mbWgo12vm-j_pStg4mHc-XFmjrRDEiCWvPhD2mf7SZeILYRJ7767MS_22Sq0M6yA/s1600/FT03g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFKcnrNEoQy1zIgbiipROkqezahrewtM1-wO09mwMIg3ldNxzE_4PNtzrOd7mir6wZCeC2S8D5OL4mbWgo12vm-j_pStg4mHc-XFmjrRDEiCWvPhD2mf7SZeILYRJ7767MS_22Sq0M6yA/s320/FT03g.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">They catch a bus to the falls where they (and we!) are treated to wondrously detailed shots of the iconic falls and much of the surrounding area as it existed in 1969. If <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2012/10/baby-this-is-where-its-at.html" target="_blank">Where It's At</a></b> (1969) is a priceless record of what Las Vegas of that period looked like, then <b>The First Time</b> is an indispensable account of what visitors to Niagara Falls saw in that same era.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0oj3BN0jRZ29CKg5oPcVyOCepn2NdiFXIgvS3DjAaW0EKKhqsDSozFkkbjfU-Plm38Y97c2CUqAaisR0oK3KC9h6F-PbLzpwvefD7Ioms749OGZkcBy1FA-sf4UgqrEut9ao3-OHDUYg/s1600/FT03h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="164" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0oj3BN0jRZ29CKg5oPcVyOCepn2NdiFXIgvS3DjAaW0EKKhqsDSozFkkbjfU-Plm38Y97c2CUqAaisR0oK3KC9h6F-PbLzpwvefD7Ioms749OGZkcBy1FA-sf4UgqrEut9ao3-OHDUYg/s320/FT03h.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Not only are there great shots of the falls themselves, but there are continuous glimpses of the other attractions that built up around the falls such as various museums, gift shops and so on. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXIia6wY3_-EUkYbpiwz4ap_T3QeF6l6JWHZJ9juEhIhbJPyv26zxiDI-rWnHGnID37r5-NDwJetWCMFirHjIU46pjNRQmvb5MVThKu8oFgSlaHgnPYl81V8yuTbMAPpF6e96KXlVlxnk/s1600/FT03f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXIia6wY3_-EUkYbpiwz4ap_T3QeF6l6JWHZJ9juEhIhbJPyv26zxiDI-rWnHGnID37r5-NDwJetWCMFirHjIU46pjNRQmvb5MVThKu8oFgSlaHgnPYl81V8yuTbMAPpF6e96KXlVlxnk/s320/FT03f.JPG" width="253" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMho1S8ex2ZWz1vOdj2MNCe3-ZZbP1NwtY0iHCyrvY2tnS-MG4F95KtaYQuGyiA0PP1WkLFpR1VvAkhY677cuaUg5O8Uih9b-hGqdN5naNB1zZqKLb2OQawipOJ3evoG3JI9qGvwff4c/s1600/FT03b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMho1S8ex2ZWz1vOdj2MNCe3-ZZbP1NwtY0iHCyrvY2tnS-MG4F95KtaYQuGyiA0PP1WkLFpR1VvAkhY677cuaUg5O8Uih9b-hGqdN5naNB1zZqKLb2OQawipOJ3evoG3JI9qGvwff4c/s320/FT03b.JPG" width="242" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The boys pose for a souvenir photograph (as countless others have) going over the falls in a wooden barrel. They attend tourist attractions, eat, see the sights... At one point, they traipse down to an observation deck where, dressed in a rain-slicker, Roberts is momentarily mistaken for an older man's wife! (This along with other little tidbits – such as his increasingly faint interest in going to the brothel - seems to be suggesting that perhaps he isn't 100% straight.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVfi54rrVfs-4Nbh5zJIVHd6QsieIUOpLMm3o-7d-i0ZGlrBoclPGFT9k_Le6ZTpRfLy7h5dfZ4WLXMLWpOpQto1VWy1aIQZJCA-1CKvaEZYZb6PVWGlOfhPw8CssvVI-DIkoENS1rwE/s1600/FT04c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVfi54rrVfs-4Nbh5zJIVHd6QsieIUOpLMm3o-7d-i0ZGlrBoclPGFT9k_Le6ZTpRfLy7h5dfZ4WLXMLWpOpQto1VWy1aIQZJCA-1CKvaEZYZb6PVWGlOfhPw8CssvVI-DIkoENS1rwE/s320/FT04c.JPG" width="248" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh95foJEUlavingDO-i3jHhCi6n3HJqMHbiKO9yhH-xEDMsCRjbb6fqqHZCraw2YBSwdBuuJx7UnIU0UjMKxlgs3wr1q0XOrcfHA7W4LOry6duGWp4byN11nOSK-67aBgs-pTwpkXAY_jE/s1600/FT03c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh95foJEUlavingDO-i3jHhCi6n3HJqMHbiKO9yhH-xEDMsCRjbb6fqqHZCraw2YBSwdBuuJx7UnIU0UjMKxlgs3wr1q0XOrcfHA7W4LOry6duGWp4byN11nOSK-67aBgs-pTwpkXAY_jE/s320/FT03c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">During their day at the falls, Roberts keeps all the while exclaiming that he wishes they could ride the Maid of the Mist, the famous boat (a small series of boats, actually) that takes passengers right up to the area where the water is careening down, causing a heavy mist all around. Kelman wants none of that, however, and demands that Stern finally take them to Rosie's. Thus begins a wild goose chase with Stern (who isn't even very familiar with the area!) taking them on foot through town to reach this acclaimed brothel.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0RO_qmN3EPWzYvGvkxlEV7RafItYy9CueSME1J2Oyba2WGVSQ7OJcIpPD6CDBrrORftDYNmArHSRi4EolqAJPDe7B-OtxhNlOs8WNW8BkbbwOVdti07SQ7mYiMQJdULJ9auIYBN9Hzk/s1600/FT03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0RO_qmN3EPWzYvGvkxlEV7RafItYy9CueSME1J2Oyba2WGVSQ7OJcIpPD6CDBrrORftDYNmArHSRi4EolqAJPDe7B-OtxhNlOs8WNW8BkbbwOVdti07SQ7mYiMQJdULJ9auIYBN9Hzk/s320/FT03.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1J_S3c6FUOwioLu2euPEsn1rv8EVWOQHVcM4OPlXUjzI4YcuXhe_V_hUBUDrRoP5KYz_jYWIbxTTQYlDnoNORgqOrsdqxkWx20mJfUnmKGQkv0w3c6RyOMsjZQgcJGfI0SFVrTLJlXY/s1600/FT04d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1J_S3c6FUOwioLu2euPEsn1rv8EVWOQHVcM4OPlXUjzI4YcuXhe_V_hUBUDrRoP5KYz_jYWIbxTTQYlDnoNORgqOrsdqxkWx20mJfUnmKGQkv0w3c6RyOMsjZQgcJGfI0SFVrTLJlXY/s320/FT04d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">After going around in circles with no luck, he finally comes upon an abandoned building, one that is boarded up, and declares that this WAS Rosie's, but it must have been raided. Still not content, Kelman decides that they simply need to locate another whorehouse then! The young guys proceed to ask gentlemen they see where a nearby house of ill repute is located.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOPPhGBf54yoWGK7lD1vg10JzXDM_BSOGnHEGUipk5P2-JrebErGeg9g5LNj4yZ02uPS0l15wyCAxfNH0wFlvV45Ny4cu-O6VmrZVbSOLqMUqhR-9bbnsjaQtjZFjjLgbJ9GkRcF_fQI0/s1600/FT05d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOPPhGBf54yoWGK7lD1vg10JzXDM_BSOGnHEGUipk5P2-JrebErGeg9g5LNj4yZ02uPS0l15wyCAxfNH0wFlvV45Ny4cu-O6VmrZVbSOLqMUqhR-9bbnsjaQtjZFjjLgbJ9GkRcF_fQI0/s320/FT05d.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">They eventually find themselves outside a place called Goldie's A Go Go. (Dig the dance-action mannequin above the entrance!) While it is clearly just a nightclub (complete with shagadelic girls dancing on platforms), the boys are so naïve they believe they have actually entered a brothel and can obtain any of the girls they want. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6DBvMv8Cl55j4CCxpddBFFoJ7x8Lt2amrGtYWCCnIP-2unHSC-9SUklf2tLqoGhFQhEaTXLbvXm71_ruVaKnyQ9C-jRJ8GVbRnH35VcGxdd_vju6M00kIIEJ6TFS7uO1gL_9dsLl8NM/s1600/FT06a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6DBvMv8Cl55j4CCxpddBFFoJ7x8Lt2amrGtYWCCnIP-2unHSC-9SUklf2tLqoGhFQhEaTXLbvXm71_ruVaKnyQ9C-jRJ8GVbRnH35VcGxdd_vju6M00kIIEJ6TFS7uO1gL_9dsLl8NM/s320/FT06a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The bartender can easily tell that they are underage and when they attempt to order some beer, they are tossed out. This is not, however, before they spy the radiantly beautiful Jacqueline Bisset talking on a pay phone inside. Assuming she must be a prostitute if she is inside such premises, they conspire to talk her into working for the three of them that afternoon!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvU9kSr0J_-B813F3zG_CW-AvVxqR1bOPlUKln4ej7jjcN4zRhjB4QNV4NgAf5tWvUBwO_vRhTdlWRiTRWeyenRDAdhxMoEFClplS_4h3V4FsMRik2LN3QMM1KzuqRfBERH_SYV2VaBsQ/s1600/FT04f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvU9kSr0J_-B813F3zG_CW-AvVxqR1bOPlUKln4ej7jjcN4zRhjB4QNV4NgAf5tWvUBwO_vRhTdlWRiTRWeyenRDAdhxMoEFClplS_4h3V4FsMRik2LN3QMM1KzuqRfBERH_SYV2VaBsQ/s320/FT04f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTm525rJcHw_Krqbd8o3e5OO887xuMxmBwm4BwV-fxpayTog4IInzGDxjlj-2LwgH7dfQ3wV5wTOwjtwalJy-bnXshS5goPRcyXu-TMGx9QMVWkkUnHk6UDKm9cDYkk-lHbbomrnSx_XE/s1600/FT06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTm525rJcHw_Krqbd8o3e5OO887xuMxmBwm4BwV-fxpayTog4IInzGDxjlj-2LwgH7dfQ3wV5wTOwjtwalJy-bnXshS5goPRcyXu-TMGx9QMVWkkUnHk6UDKm9cDYkk-lHbbomrnSx_XE/s320/FT06.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As it turns out, she's trying to get to Buffalo and asks if she can tag along with them as they cross the border back into New York. She wants to group herself with them in order to slip into the United States. (This whole aspect is a bit wonky. She's British and is worried about not having her passport, yet the borders of the U.S. And Canada do not require a passport in order to proceed back and forth!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU83sOGARr7k_zzSaEyw2dQcVwaPnB-MTjsHT3fp66IiJjyORvYddGOvBQou-TKor8HCmFE36hBDxD21mQyg0pmX7XyQ1q9MPZdv2ZGzEuWREp7c0hwKetFltZUujHuBIWATKq9l9EHnw/s1600/FT05f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU83sOGARr7k_zzSaEyw2dQcVwaPnB-MTjsHT3fp66IiJjyORvYddGOvBQou-TKor8HCmFE36hBDxD21mQyg0pmX7XyQ1q9MPZdv2ZGzEuWREp7c0hwKetFltZUujHuBIWATKq9l9EHnw/s320/FT05f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">They instruct her to remain quiet at all costs, just coaching her on how to say the word “Boston” if the guard should ask where she's from. Once back in the U.S., they find that the bus to Buffalo is still an hour from departing, so Roberts finally gets his wish and the foursome takes a ride on the Maid of the Mist!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie5Z4QJo8G8wDi-SgP9R5tFMMsuhjul6oLeiuWRAjIeIYBi4fS_vNPaIxDSLUBlHcVW8Lwqy5Xq5H4SXCzMRVua8yOyB1PsuQIDClJWwj8rIJvmrsm0RnQmL7rs6mJcSdEh2f4da-abzY/s1600/FT06c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie5Z4QJo8G8wDi-SgP9R5tFMMsuhjul6oLeiuWRAjIeIYBi4fS_vNPaIxDSLUBlHcVW8Lwqy5Xq5H4SXCzMRVua8yOyB1PsuQIDClJWwj8rIJvmrsm0RnQmL7rs6mJcSdEh2f4da-abzY/s320/FT06c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaLQ20NOS59T1oPZJq_QuQjgct65obzL-ACbuToMLL_KFD2L2hjzq7OXbsBn30lzWEYbYaH6a9Cm_DcqLlHx08OaWCyKvV8mwu1llZJ5Qm60KGrwyb7-zryPL5ErRIinlou6G1Fi6fTOw/s1600/FT06d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaLQ20NOS59T1oPZJq_QuQjgct65obzL-ACbuToMLL_KFD2L2hjzq7OXbsBn30lzWEYbYaH6a9Cm_DcqLlHx08OaWCyKvV8mwu1llZJ5Qm60KGrwyb7-zryPL5ErRIinlou6G1Fi6fTOw/s320/FT06d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHqjIdEZOtM8FXTq0r4V9EdVdDwV5_ngTb9VXRi0Uh-N8BNIllSRTV_H_KTSQRilLk_6j1dzBGhzhx6DfivYW6dhsBCT5X9qMX1oCIej178AR0c3C2pgwGDcyWS6HvWNnxCWr7ukl-uPA/s1600/FT06e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHqjIdEZOtM8FXTq0r4V9EdVdDwV5_ngTb9VXRi0Uh-N8BNIllSRTV_H_KTSQRilLk_6j1dzBGhzhx6DfivYW6dhsBCT5X9qMX1oCIej178AR0c3C2pgwGDcyWS6HvWNnxCWr7ukl-uPA/s320/FT06e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Here, Stern helps to wipe off some of Bisset's decimated eye makeup and they begin to establish a hint of a connection. This is fostered further when, after the boat ride, they sit and enjoy conversation and drinks together while the other two boys are off cavorting someplace else.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiulfFxEYE0TIRaEPQUuMkT54ULL8utn2Ea_TE962Qu5arutTav-Yt1hLP2Pc6DRJqGBiiRadB2bdFmTBeevH2XOq-wDx8RUCNVqgo3gi6HJnQZjjN1npTb6EIW-H0Ay3-iG-WVrgTaGdE/s1600/FT06f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiulfFxEYE0TIRaEPQUuMkT54ULL8utn2Ea_TE962Qu5arutTav-Yt1hLP2Pc6DRJqGBiiRadB2bdFmTBeevH2XOq-wDx8RUCNVqgo3gi6HJnQZjjN1npTb6EIW-H0Ay3-iG-WVrgTaGdE/s320/FT06f.JPG" width="277" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3llXaCIdszr6-VlYmD16RS4V7rQ8T1GJLvHs3n4nZYdCSG0vw8xXrRvJDWhw_pTIc9m7lNb-cEBqRiB2F2Tt4idfybbG4d9cYls0givZgpIMvk1sPHgvHB2vZl9k4s8wkr48lPINNYDA/s1600/FT07c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3llXaCIdszr6-VlYmD16RS4V7rQ8T1GJLvHs3n4nZYdCSG0vw8xXrRvJDWhw_pTIc9m7lNb-cEBqRiB2F2Tt4idfybbG4d9cYls0givZgpIMvk1sPHgvHB2vZl9k4s8wkr48lPINNYDA/s320/FT07c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Finally back on the bus to Buffalo, they arrive in town and discover that Bisset still has no real place to go. She keeps making phone calls to a man who is never available to answer her. Still eager to get her into bed, they invite her to the hotel room that Kelman and Roberts are renting and, exhausted by now, Bisset agrees to go (with no idea whatsoever that these kids think she's a good-time gal!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoVNE-OT1_TsQ-HQP6FanDtEsoxi1gMHgn9KO2ZyjomnsS_IUzy6rivhKhGeu_laLluvWXYEeM8245EMQ6TdDXss0uFvqgy1Gga31s8yrlHjj95F-QMM9md11BNNnR1KhOxLG_22z5aDo/s1600/FT07d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoVNE-OT1_TsQ-HQP6FanDtEsoxi1gMHgn9KO2ZyjomnsS_IUzy6rivhKhGeu_laLluvWXYEeM8245EMQ6TdDXss0uFvqgy1Gga31s8yrlHjj95F-QMM9md11BNNnR1KhOxLG_22z5aDo/s320/FT07d.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Once in the room, she tries the man on the phone again to no avail, but eventually he calls her back with some very disappointing news. Now practically spent, physically and emotionally, she decides to take a nap and, at the boys' urging, slips out of her clothes. The trio of young men now must determine who gets to go in and take his turn first with her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhypHCzqOqyKTSj1iwG29ZEwX6Y-Bxg-WPwUgnEpqKZtRLNCCHpKgb5awIhK12rJQDX0Rn3Ia0tg-5her3_XENjlBo4Hvktb4okwtmPZqsw4rjcWQF8xKmgB_WMkWcFTyhTowlnhagC6bk/s1600/FT08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhypHCzqOqyKTSj1iwG29ZEwX6Y-Bxg-WPwUgnEpqKZtRLNCCHpKgb5awIhK12rJQDX0Rn3Ia0tg-5her3_XENjlBo4Hvktb4okwtmPZqsw4rjcWQF8xKmgB_WMkWcFTyhTowlnhagC6bk/s320/FT08.JPG" width="252" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSValVijPv97B_I5lo1QhQaed6TQ7d5ZVPp3qLbPjrHo_gTGl2CEnPErHl2NerXjfbok9pBlgMqELILXPdpERYrSNjN5vFRC87UlKOP3yGN3iyQney1mcuOa5FBJ62Kc4f3mXgJASjNZs/s1600/FT08d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSValVijPv97B_I5lo1QhQaed6TQ7d5ZVPp3qLbPjrHo_gTGl2CEnPErHl2NerXjfbok9pBlgMqELILXPdpERYrSNjN5vFRC87UlKOP3yGN3iyQney1mcuOa5FBJ62Kc4f3mXgJASjNZs/s320/FT08d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">One by one, the boys enter the room as they brace themselves for their first time. Since the movie's very poster shows an undressed Bisset snuggled up to Stern, I don't think it's much of a spoiler to say that he at least gets that close to her! The others' fates I will not divulge.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsYYua8rifvWZCx35k9WdKN7hgHoBQsLO9SpQYWFIDtqpq_i_U4zDRr7jSx54QZPqNkNoVc6z70U4-YLTqAeu4WzQSMiPtHshyphenhyphenrDm0FcRURyuGgDnk3D5j6C7towENUoXX111IjaWPWzs/s1600/FT09b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsYYua8rifvWZCx35k9WdKN7hgHoBQsLO9SpQYWFIDtqpq_i_U4zDRr7jSx54QZPqNkNoVc6z70U4-YLTqAeu4WzQSMiPtHshyphenhyphenrDm0FcRURyuGgDnk3D5j6C7towENUoXX111IjaWPWzs/s320/FT09b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOZYKj7pP490sPDGdkaRSVGv_UxXobraAwC4fWgiCSJiPUE-kvO6ehJmTdMgZ8BfaSEZtu_lH_yx5s40HJMJv1Vf9_Xql5PZe-hP1HNCheJU4OwO8B7uIX3OoQBlGNoyvbdv9NXl6j_dU/s1600/FT09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOZYKj7pP490sPDGdkaRSVGv_UxXobraAwC4fWgiCSJiPUE-kvO6ehJmTdMgZ8BfaSEZtu_lH_yx5s40HJMJv1Vf9_Xql5PZe-hP1HNCheJU4OwO8B7uIX3OoQBlGNoyvbdv9NXl6j_dU/s320/FT09.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">If all this sounds rather sordid (and it does!), please note that everything about the film is handled gingerly and delicately. There's a soupcon of innocence ladled over the entire film. As someone who was raised on '80s fare like<b> Spring Break</b> (1983), <b>Hardbodies</b> (1984), <b>Private Resort</b> (1985), <b>Valet Girls</b>(1987) and the like, in which plentiful nudity, sex, drinking, drugs and so on were heavily featured (and I liked it! - except for the drugs), I find this simpler, tamer approach surprisingly appealing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyLKcRqF2Lew3881PLUWPuqAKrLJufcVY0hwZ4t7SbIcgzNQ9kyNRSyqE7cGQ4jLZfXysbk15Nireb0yiDIXCrGiBKOsm8OqNPFx0ldKVFRFQxsqmBvJYf6OnDoUCypKoMN0W6f2m1gHU/s1600/FT07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyLKcRqF2Lew3881PLUWPuqAKrLJufcVY0hwZ4t7SbIcgzNQ9kyNRSyqE7cGQ4jLZfXysbk15Nireb0yiDIXCrGiBKOsm8OqNPFx0ldKVFRFQxsqmBvJYf6OnDoUCypKoMN0W6f2m1gHU/s320/FT07.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGemw2HI_vHvUA0QM1loG1AKJ_WKocE_ZtB-s-Nje0TcAovuTN50z3bP_Wfe4WxGw7FXRZjSYxCg2eyLEMn3FfeICgwK0SLBRp4wJQDKcHbVyTEgpK9liynwqe7HShgRTpfdV7CkquV28/s1600/FT03d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGemw2HI_vHvUA0QM1loG1AKJ_WKocE_ZtB-s-Nje0TcAovuTN50z3bP_Wfe4WxGw7FXRZjSYxCg2eyLEMn3FfeICgwK0SLBRp4wJQDKcHbVyTEgpK9liynwqe7HShgRTpfdV7CkquV28/s320/FT03d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There is scarcely a mean bone in this movie's body (some have referred to it as a Disney-level sex comedy!) The director James Neilson had, in fact, directed scads of 1950s television before turning to a string of Disney movies like <b>Moon Pilot </b>(1962), <b>Summer Magic </b>(1963) and <b>The Moon-Spinners</b> (1964) prior to this. For those in the right frame of mind, though, it's more than a little captivating. The performances are amiable and mostly down to earth and the whole movie is a charming time capsule of a time gone forever.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvEsZ9vzFBCwG2MDIz6MnkQJA4hTjkEQEGaHllFAqelKduv4ssqjPB7C_6d_tqtfikq_X5eGYeljGACaf3qAFpXmamuqioKGzNEbKNeGbQiWUedPj5mIJtO-8PA_SJQRlEcNv2z8Ta6i8/s1600/FT10e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvEsZ9vzFBCwG2MDIz6MnkQJA4hTjkEQEGaHllFAqelKduv4ssqjPB7C_6d_tqtfikq_X5eGYeljGACaf3qAFpXmamuqioKGzNEbKNeGbQiWUedPj5mIJtO-8PA_SJQRlEcNv2z8Ta6i8/s320/FT10e.JPG" width="241" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Stern was making his film debut here at age twenty-one. Some folks feel he is too old for his part. These people must have never seen mid-twenties Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello passing around a beach ball in their string of movies or the mid-twenties (and in Gabrielle Carteris' case, THIRTY) people playing high schoolers in <i>Beverly Hills 90210</i> (1990 – 2000!) He demonstrates enough undercooked awkwardness to pull the part of pretty well. He reportedly had been a contender for <b>The Graduate</b> (1967) and opted to do this film instead, but then the long development period of <b>The First Time</b> meant that it was actually filmed quite a while later.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQ0T7t4ZtOdGBzXlII_REFwrmZOVHscGm6-xmz_sHUeu9mYmS7Zrb6P_pYhnaeN7svrmkDa8LyCVTaT3cJm6SR3Gr3H5U4Ffy3qOz6yPI3b2JJNfcs12bPv1VbpamKxyuPJGfrZv0bGY/s1600/FT06b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQ0T7t4ZtOdGBzXlII_REFwrmZOVHscGm6-xmz_sHUeu9mYmS7Zrb6P_pYhnaeN7svrmkDa8LyCVTaT3cJm6SR3Gr3H5U4Ffy3qOz6yPI3b2JJNfcs12bPv1VbpamKxyuPJGfrZv0bGY/s320/FT06b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He took a whole different tack in his second film, <b>Up in the Cellar</b> (1970), in which he played a college student who seduces three different women, all of them connected to the school's president. (Of interest, too, is the fact that the school president and his wife are played by Larry Hagman of <i>Dallas</i>and Joan Collins of <i>Dynasty</i>!) Stern later worked as a guest on such sitcoms as <i>The Partridge Family</i>, <i>Love, American Style </i>and <i>Rhoda </i>before fading from view in the late-'70s. He is currently sixty-six years of age.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjOlNvKeIg1Z8kvIRNRBhCgT1DOSUl23PHcVng9E6orkxdOVqpdUDB_fccV-M0rSwfiRlXfmQ-b5DDT_9KNBRmlX58GirMBqBDNlpQcyVt6ZgZVTjmAFkdKBcKm1aO3pp1n3ARp2rv1ew/s1600/FT10f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjOlNvKeIg1Z8kvIRNRBhCgT1DOSUl23PHcVng9E6orkxdOVqpdUDB_fccV-M0rSwfiRlXfmQ-b5DDT_9KNBRmlX58GirMBqBDNlpQcyVt6ZgZVTjmAFkdKBcKm1aO3pp1n3ARp2rv1ew/s320/FT10f.JPG" width="253" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Kelman was eighteen at the time of filming and had been a child star since he was five (billed then as Ricky Kelman.) He worked steadily from 1955 up to 1974, working in movies like <b>A Man Called Peter </b>(1955), <b>Step Down to Terror</b> (1958), <b>Critic's Choice</b> (1963) and <b>Follow Me, Boys!</b> (1966) as well as in such shows as <i>Bonanza</i>, <i>Gunsmoke</i>, <i>Lassie</i> and <i>Hawaii 5-O</i>. He is sixty-three today.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7MEryTQsMdodSDJUwwp_ZwyzRN4klRL_A9O_XxfBLhguYgvvj1AQAt3pY8tBZgz0F4VGttB7G1nJDYXQFOQmE0s9wT6Kkiqr7AjIa2wl6K5MrSvTqEEX8u47oY_kAVQoAjAW27aVOZQ/s1600/FT10d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7MEryTQsMdodSDJUwwp_ZwyzRN4klRL_A9O_XxfBLhguYgvvj1AQAt3pY8tBZgz0F4VGttB7G1nJDYXQFOQmE0s9wT6Kkiqr7AjIa2wl6K5MrSvTqEEX8u47oY_kAVQoAjAW27aVOZQ/s320/FT10d.JPG" width="219" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Roberts, my favorite of the three actors and nineteen at the time of filming, was also making his cinematic debut here. He conveyed so much appealing tenderness and good-natured sweetness in his part and had great expressions, but his acting career went nowhere fast. A few TV appearances like <i>Dragnet 1967</i>, <i>Adam-12</i> and <i>Shazam!</i> practically sum it up. He ended up doing stunt work, primarily for the <b>Police Academy </b>series of movies and is currently sixty-four.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRoB_YPvi2t6po37DLoKeFAY6LFtPeNC6qZiB3YH6qVWRcpQNG3-M8hohz8NY3hqhr3FWTSWk8uS18tYoKhriuWy9WYScqn_5isxOT3aIzsNnXpq5ZV6KLY6rp4tXSnq4on8FudhO1Bjo/s1600/FT08c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRoB_YPvi2t6po37DLoKeFAY6LFtPeNC6qZiB3YH6qVWRcpQNG3-M8hohz8NY3hqhr3FWTSWk8uS18tYoKhriuWy9WYScqn_5isxOT3aIzsNnXpq5ZV6KLY6rp4tXSnq4on8FudhO1Bjo/s320/FT08c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">All throughout the movie I kept waiting for his character to be revealed as gay. I don't know if it was ever considered, but in light of the fact that one of the producers was Allan Carr (the force behind <b>Can't Stop the Music</b>, 1980), I have to assume that it was at least discussed! The way it was presented, it just seemed like it was going to be a sure thing and then it wasn't (or was it? See what you think of his denouement if you watch it.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCU_rcBSiad82WeWfO_FcFLP1HH5VxcZb7MANhE8jenrF7NJjpXFMmFLcsXSGcJOtr0UUT8dkXQQGBzFhwW_uLNcxVNSNWWUYBvxhcTzO5NAaqpXR7ZQC50MajiXdN5B4macejNFcqCU/s1600/FT05a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCU_rcBSiad82WeWfO_FcFLP1HH5VxcZb7MANhE8jenrF7NJjpXFMmFLcsXSGcJOtr0UUT8dkXQQGBzFhwW_uLNcxVNSNWWUYBvxhcTzO5NAaqpXR7ZQC50MajiXdN5B4macejNFcqCU/s320/FT05a.JPG" width="270" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Though the film is halfway over before she appears, the top-billed star - and rightly so! - is Jacqueline Bisset. At close to the peak of her beauty, she's the one person who can cause eyes to turn away from Niagra Falls. Despite being given almost a non-character to play, she is attractive, captivating and a chief highlight of the picture. (Every time I happen upon Bisset, I wonder how I have never done a tribute to her here... Some day!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFnv1JNNg4-IP6K6naAALE8ZVNHeGiTAlZdVgX3cdZeN_4O0HQcpoB65MexrrqjID12rV37ZozKB5iYtJWiz1yZOki5Bm5YfwY7pqzjimUHVq2vk7sxRMAVKgtLLLKk1nrF8N8cWf8a_4/s1600/FT10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFnv1JNNg4-IP6K6naAALE8ZVNHeGiTAlZdVgX3cdZeN_4O0HQcpoB65MexrrqjID12rV37ZozKB5iYtJWiz1yZOki5Bm5YfwY7pqzjimUHVq2vk7sxRMAVKgtLLLKk1nrF8N8cWf8a_4/s320/FT10.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1e7paoS35VCaYMYjYbtKL2Vt1J4GIIEBSDnUKSIuLmOf06l5Kv1nVHd9kXRslrYFIOp7-Eh7Xme0jQnXhfv9BQq3hhqJphUQoBVQlVzCxE5xkfZbGmJrd69CtDXJG4dS9UXhJ5YM4AM0/s1600/FT08e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1e7paoS35VCaYMYjYbtKL2Vt1J4GIIEBSDnUKSIuLmOf06l5Kv1nVHd9kXRslrYFIOp7-Eh7Xme0jQnXhfv9BQq3hhqJphUQoBVQlVzCxE5xkfZbGmJrd69CtDXJG4dS9UXhJ5YM4AM0/s200/FT08e.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">At the time of this film, she was just about to become a more considerable movie star, having been primarily decoration in notable films like <b>Cul-de-sac</b> (1966), <b>Casino Royale</b>(1967), <b>Two for the Road</b> (1967), <b>The Detective</b> (1968) and <b>Bullitt</b>(1968.) After the blockbuster success <b>Airport</b> (1970), she proceeded to gain popularity and acclaim through the '70s and early-'80s. She still works quite a bit now, emerging into a valuable character actress, albeit a still very-lovely looking one. She is sixty-nine (only a few years older than her male costars in <b>The First Time</b>.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwg9P_NTvYWYCE0oF7HazObXX6ZJ5hZdFPy5lrfFaTo9X5K3QEt5XGfRTU8lbg7b7p3mgrwNwLwc003ihnDW7M-0odGJ4dMXlyzlIXiPHXg1z8UpzZBEF1PZBr-cQ_EN6PYmqJD7lXp4/s1600/FT11e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwg9P_NTvYWYCE0oF7HazObXX6ZJ5hZdFPy5lrfFaTo9X5K3QEt5XGfRTU8lbg7b7p3mgrwNwLwc003ihnDW7M-0odGJ4dMXlyzlIXiPHXg1z8UpzZBEF1PZBr-cQ_EN6PYmqJD7lXp4/s320/FT11e.JPG" width="250" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Irish-born Parkes moved to Canada when he was twenty and found much work there. In 1983, he was the one human being in the Jim Henson TV series <i>Fraggle Rock</i>, which lasted until 1987. He continued to be seen in small roles through the 2000s. Now seventy-seven, his last film was in 2009.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW47j6QM8n3T4OaPr-xPmzXx-Fv6NOG7fMOza_4Am1IhkIqJhCzLO82jAqEHa4gNIUKxVLXUpup0LQU3Lu9kD9ChJ0UeDVhCAD3lcF_v06ILztLykuIMbsHu9fXg1ODdym4z38Cy4G8wI/s1600/FT11d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW47j6QM8n3T4OaPr-xPmzXx-Fv6NOG7fMOza_4Am1IhkIqJhCzLO82jAqEHa4gNIUKxVLXUpup0LQU3Lu9kD9ChJ0UeDVhCAD3lcF_v06ILztLykuIMbsHu9fXg1ODdym4z38Cy4G8wI/s320/FT11d.JPG" width="185" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Canadian-born Acker, whose part is only a featured cameo, is a touchstone among cult film fans for her part as Lee Marvin's ex-wife in the tough <b>Point Blank</b> (1967), though most of her work – and there was a ton of it -- was on TV (she was also a guest on<i> Star Trek</i>, which leads to a sort of club membership in itself.) There was a little-known remake of <i>Perry Mason</i> in the 1973-1974 season in which Monte Markham played the venerable defense attorney and Acker played Della Street, but it failed to catch on. Now seventy-eight, she has been retired since the late-1980s.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT1ucPHjviyFX8gjURXhy4qDeXGkf15ORxA7rqdFife7oxVc2KbtBhOiANdj0TmsoqwYHfVPpa40CLh7d5x2L2oySaj8IOSv-xg7RYlbZvtcCHv1YVLLl36llkgck5__IVMOH1OG8xYXs/s1600/FT10b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT1ucPHjviyFX8gjURXhy4qDeXGkf15ORxA7rqdFife7oxVc2KbtBhOiANdj0TmsoqwYHfVPpa40CLh7d5x2L2oySaj8IOSv-xg7RYlbZvtcCHv1YVLLl36llkgck5__IVMOH1OG8xYXs/s320/FT10b.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The aforementioned band MC Squared had a really great sound, not unlike The Mamas and the Papas, but with assorted other folk and rock influences. Their success was in no small way due to their excellent female vocalist Linda Carey who not only could sing wonderfully, but who rocked a killer Vidal Sassoon-esque haircut. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVU1_cmWY1mm1BjOFjoLkJCK8Xa8jPqqnuLR-MFztzygqpstv0vI-qmVVLytf5EGf2Eq5MOunVmCyuhtL_VBYIef5-H8vqQlDX_8zSQ8O15wq_bCo_besvye38sZVCaqDO7_G9EJH8ti4/s1600/FT10a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVU1_cmWY1mm1BjOFjoLkJCK8Xa8jPqqnuLR-MFztzygqpstv0vI-qmVVLytf5EGf2Eq5MOunVmCyuhtL_VBYIef5-H8vqQlDX_8zSQ8O15wq_bCo_besvye38sZVCaqDO7_G9EJH8ti4/s1600/FT10a.jpg" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">They claim that the song “Sweet Love in the Beginning” (which is heard twice to great effect in the movie) was an edited-down, devolved rendition of the arrangement that they'd come up with when first handed the music, but I can only imagine how the funky, groovy song could be made better and have played it over and over since watching this movie. Sadly, the rights to the number are all tied up and so the song (sought after by MC2's fans) could not be included on a 2012 compilation album of their 1960s tunes.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibFQYM9xj3UChKDMW_j1EcizgdAXIZvaYT_1hzpSuhaHZ6bqDLRIZF-giRErNtJryRAolJUM0GhnIGLPE7F61h-VA5rK5JhxEOuGxdZbdOumUHFaLKLptoyXnE6Jwj_SSAnUlIlAMR1KE/s1600/FT11b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibFQYM9xj3UChKDMW_j1EcizgdAXIZvaYT_1hzpSuhaHZ6bqDLRIZF-giRErNtJryRAolJUM0GhnIGLPE7F61h-VA5rK5JhxEOuGxdZbdOumUHFaLKLptoyXnE6Jwj_SSAnUlIlAMR1KE/s320/FT11b.JPG" width="223" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>The First Time</b> was co-written by former actor Roger Smith and one has to wonder if he was either inspired by his famously curvaceous wife Ann-Margret or perhaps even hoped that she would star in it, but it was not to be. In 1970, she did star in <b>C.C. and Company</b>, which he penned. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinps_iturnJ5hzV163nFlfdKms5zEUeWWTQB2gdllmFsrxWHhtdOVD9CiJEI0LBvo4mAwmh0f9tO3ULVwHKUKJi2xDFAjR-fvavWk7kfO8VWcWasTuCNIFmrPWw3c2y6Bim8ZSFwEb56I/s1600/FT11c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinps_iturnJ5hzV163nFlfdKms5zEUeWWTQB2gdllmFsrxWHhtdOVD9CiJEI0LBvo4mAwmh0f9tO3ULVwHKUKJi2xDFAjR-fvavWk7kfO8VWcWasTuCNIFmrPWw3c2y6Bim8ZSFwEb56I/s320/FT11c.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">No matter the case, the film certainly was done no harm in featuring the luminous Bisset as the object of desire.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN3vH0Cb_xjiuZJR4mx50wEd4SIBuSGdBUykcWD8hv_Jy-YNGCAHjtOy0pkmL8bHKshIVyLMXKO_UX7POInRjPWksLVZJftxVvYdetxUIxPA08yrPoldUH9YgfZcd1cgyowHIxtPrvGPc/s1600/FT07a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN3vH0Cb_xjiuZJR4mx50wEd4SIBuSGdBUykcWD8hv_Jy-YNGCAHjtOy0pkmL8bHKshIVyLMXKO_UX7POInRjPWksLVZJftxVvYdetxUIxPA08yrPoldUH9YgfZcd1cgyowHIxtPrvGPc/s320/FT07a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYwR244kbUxsAQT8dowIMFOeAcfXtH1yHuk11AWrmAZJnVYPK-ZrCea_JLVJYHJ74Y2aG4IRaCLk0Vs5R2I6KKqJuzuyo8GOCLlMr6CTJx3xWsZ62WviAsKewJ9IqhoeYEaUCU2BDW-uM/s1600/FT08f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYwR244kbUxsAQT8dowIMFOeAcfXtH1yHuk11AWrmAZJnVYPK-ZrCea_JLVJYHJ74Y2aG4IRaCLk0Vs5R2I6KKqJuzuyo8GOCLlMr6CTJx3xWsZ62WviAsKewJ9IqhoeYEaUCU2BDW-uM/s320/FT08f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-6wOM1TShYVoQAget3PvPXejvWei8UQWKz6TbTCJ1uDvl2wbqd8scYlMxlU-sFS4E9QsvJ8OqopnRCNpA4eX6486x4I5n_R3YD53sJKcxkWdLi8XNi2vB2eP915Iq731KGa0u2q2j-o/s1600/FT05e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-6wOM1TShYVoQAget3PvPXejvWei8UQWKz6TbTCJ1uDvl2wbqd8scYlMxlU-sFS4E9QsvJ8OqopnRCNpA4eX6486x4I5n_R3YD53sJKcxkWdLi8XNi2vB2eP915Iq731KGa0u2q2j-o/s320/FT05e.JPG" width="320" /></a>The location filming, as I said, adds so much to the movie. Some scenes, like this one at right, take place right on the bridge overlooking the world-famous falls. No blue-screen (or CGI, for that matter) is going to equal that type of authenticity. The movie was shot by Oscar-winning cinematographer (for <b>Ship of Fools</b>, 1965, and a nominee seven other times) Ernest Laszlo and I must say I love the way it looks throughout.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEtdzS9ZzX25lOHm4RPLTGbGZ-wZqxBaaSX_sIzxKcI0s0blqukT4AqpfgBuMohrn1K-nE0uwbgeeHUxGBk-HaWF5TzCRe-pDbRMkSJ8u2E5NaQDq3Dlp97JZc4RkdBPNXMYdFsXkToYs/s1600/FT05c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEtdzS9ZzX25lOHm4RPLTGbGZ-wZqxBaaSX_sIzxKcI0s0blqukT4AqpfgBuMohrn1K-nE0uwbgeeHUxGBk-HaWF5TzCRe-pDbRMkSJ8u2E5NaQDq3Dlp97JZc4RkdBPNXMYdFsXkToYs/s320/FT05c.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Of course, one of the pitfalls of location filming is crowd control. In the sequence shown here, Bisset and her boys are attempting to navigate their way down a sidewalk when allofasudden this hefty woman with her own entourage just bursts into frame and trundles her way in without so much as a nod, sending the stars of the movie into a single file line just to avoid her! But this is the same way life is, so it's great!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRs4guCo_lCYjPUbvgRB2CAS9e84ajDTfSUQcviWh4JvcwF9alPXu_ebeYujx0DVOlJS4Ix1qWmECrI4i-aFqH-VCvQssc15MWvyfTVnWWbw-K5mcXJU3gMiwa_oFtJ8FJwc9YgUpPXL4/s1600/FT10c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRs4guCo_lCYjPUbvgRB2CAS9e84ajDTfSUQcviWh4JvcwF9alPXu_ebeYujx0DVOlJS4Ix1qWmECrI4i-aFqH-VCvQssc15MWvyfTVnWWbw-K5mcXJU3gMiwa_oFtJ8FJwc9YgUpPXL4/s320/FT10c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">It was also quite startling to see in the diner scene an old-fashioned Coca-Cola dispenser. At this time there was Coke. It's the only thing that comes out of the machine (which has a huge lever on it!) No Diet Coke, Sprite, etc... just a big ol' Coke machine.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJD1ZVkejUxvZtc7WF9Zr9OOQZvDZ7TBy-xRbI2Npqqsr2tpTiBukCQJiyIqDVqMdlrI9V-lP_gEUCKHy_H8XOEAhbZjlEbfbTXniJi_0xYaAKZ_XoNHEW5kC2LfE9wEuAr7iEp_IF3uM/s1600/FT00a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJD1ZVkejUxvZtc7WF9Zr9OOQZvDZ7TBy-xRbI2Npqqsr2tpTiBukCQJiyIqDVqMdlrI9V-lP_gEUCKHy_H8XOEAhbZjlEbfbTXniJi_0xYaAKZ_XoNHEW5kC2LfE9wEuAr7iEp_IF3uM/s320/FT00a.jpg" width="143" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The First Time was renamed in some areas as "You Don't Need Pyjamas at Rosie's," a take on one of the lines in the film. Roberts has $10 on him in order to buy a pair of pajamas (we yanks prefer that spelling!), but Kelman tells him he won't need them at the brothel Rosies...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjym7HvcdfSyFvQFks97IxF7H1zYkQcQLI98PUjNrjstZ3d1sH1ez6o1EZRbzEASQpUy6NGqwKcNzke8YJjedue4p_838AEVkpS6wJ1OczaHMr2TivRrm7wWJuU5A8CvldsvKohLNeM7qQ/s1600/FT04e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjym7HvcdfSyFvQFks97IxF7H1zYkQcQLI98PUjNrjstZ3d1sH1ez6o1EZRbzEASQpUy6NGqwKcNzke8YJjedue4p_838AEVkpS6wJ1OczaHMr2TivRrm7wWJuU5A8CvldsvKohLNeM7qQ/s200/FT04e.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The music, the scenery and the lovely Bisset are things to recommend, but I also adore the clean, simple, but flattering and attractive, clothes that the boys wear. These types of looks come back every now and again, but never as pure as they were in the late-1960s. Love them.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4bpjjt2iAQ-nZp6dRFO6x5gy6mPEX3VGsEk0JycfZDCCxI1ICTw6602MvC7q7kyw920tHNP95XH4cG-Ob_DdSDERMGrKNMFEPGxW6xTjLNYGKUa7FiVx0-Ci4IuYgJ6UiHKiW0g-CPA/s1600/FT13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4bpjjt2iAQ-nZp6dRFO6x5gy6mPEX3VGsEk0JycfZDCCxI1ICTw6602MvC7q7kyw920tHNP95XH4cG-Ob_DdSDERMGrKNMFEPGxW6xTjLNYGKUa7FiVx0-Ci4IuYgJ6UiHKiW0g-CPA/s320/FT13.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">And as I indicated above, cute li'l Wink Roberts is my favorite performer, one that there is scant chance of seeing ever again since his acting career was so brief. If one has an aversion to the sort of voice Tim Matheson used when performing the animated <i>Jonny Quest</i> TV series, Roberts may be annoying, but I think he's darling. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He also gives us a revealing glimpse of his package when the boys are waiting for their bus in the terminal and discussing what type of woman they want for themselves. Wink indeed!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnfcXVqNiJaEFZFhF9kuvuMzswoVIWNrD9Jwg0GqSxu5B_xH263Rrro4lBu-Czq8q2wUguP0Ww7G-r4-bQ0T2fLzw8X8Tc0c6FCxZjLOTdMaabSfIPsm4iR-Ei7JKnWlyK7pLcbDfH4Ec/s1600/FT13b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnfcXVqNiJaEFZFhF9kuvuMzswoVIWNrD9Jwg0GqSxu5B_xH263Rrro4lBu-Czq8q2wUguP0Ww7G-r4-bQ0T2fLzw8X8Tc0c6FCxZjLOTdMaabSfIPsm4iR-Ei7JKnWlyK7pLcbDfH4Ec/s320/FT13b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKvYqPQq5_g9WgyySxqctwuZroGL8tSG2z5zSRycopoAfVOsCGyZm9Hy0tI6E9Xllyv6Upr2wnObHyBzSNCWBeHPYDATHvI5xMAuS1zTDil1R_aQ1eNUhnjpPE5pHMgqx7-9h2fTRnZEc/s1600/FT13c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKvYqPQq5_g9WgyySxqctwuZroGL8tSG2z5zSRycopoAfVOsCGyZm9Hy0tI6E9Xllyv6Upr2wnObHyBzSNCWBeHPYDATHvI5xMAuS1zTDil1R_aQ1eNUhnjpPE5pHMgqx7-9h2fTRnZEc/s320/FT13c.JPG" width="222" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">If anything about this movie sounds appealing to you, you should check it out when you get the chance. I'd never even heard of it before giving it a shot and immediately fell for its light charms. Now I'm off for a five-day trip to Florida, so it will be a while before I'm back in the swim of things again. Best wishes to you all in the meantime!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-32631936196190319582013-10-07T10:20:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:27:11.711-08:00Re-Submerging into "Airport '77"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0KcIh3F-0snK2glnWpEiXRIurQJETavcUnLrIG-7lLMT1XkpWTL7rsbxgQJukiU4UsYCv8gyLaXl40ikb9Et5fLdK_g40LjORdZ4qaAjg3Ir6HiRNIwbWhRM5ADcIJj9Yds6hkc9qVD4/s1600/A7700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0KcIh3F-0snK2glnWpEiXRIurQJETavcUnLrIG-7lLMT1XkpWTL7rsbxgQJukiU4UsYCv8gyLaXl40ikb9Et5fLdK_g40LjORdZ4qaAjg3Ir6HiRNIwbWhRM5ADcIJj9Yds6hkc9qVD4/s320/A7700.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In the earliest days of The Underworld, I did small (by current standards!) tributes to most of the 1970s disaster movies that I have loved and been obsessed with since my childhood. Since, in the grand scheme of things, they wound up getting somewhat short shrift, I have occasionally revisited them (such as when my first post about <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/09/help-theres-no-one-here-to-write.html" target="_blank">Airport 1975</a></b> got a <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2012/10/19-about-75.html" target="_blank">supplemental one</a>later.) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHGkLNl0fT7dRu4e2jYoDticcnGlMi_k6_F-u_QLalD1gI9fuvMCbDcuDb42I-ai8b7dfMh7K-krqzZ106DWCuLdW2RlzskvstgIaa_UHbuHIWZNud1thHCRrTv9I7gzz40g1XD-OriQI/s1600/A7702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHGkLNl0fT7dRu4e2jYoDticcnGlMi_k6_F-u_QLalD1gI9fuvMCbDcuDb42I-ai8b7dfMh7K-krqzZ106DWCuLdW2RlzskvstgIaa_UHbuHIWZNud1thHCRrTv9I7gzz40g1XD-OriQI/s320/A7702.JPG" width="192" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Today, we're re-landing on '<b>75</b>'s offspring, the glossy, preposterous, but thoroughly entertaining, <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-grant-me-lee-to-survive.html" target="_blank">Airport '77</a></b>. I've recently, and very belatedly, read the paperback novelization of the screenplay, which fills in some interesting blanks along the way, which I will be sharing! The third installment in the four-part Airport series, <b>'77</b> involves a 747 jumbo jet, completely overhauled and customized at the expense of about $40 million (per the novel, $25 mil for the plane and $15 mil to redo it) by a wealthy business magnate, crashing into the ocean near the Bermuda Triangle. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBh_rECviNHOSqp38cpyDCeeiQT4CZzcfV2eCRWAm9K_R1eaqZpxZvKSk4wQaKy0owFqKEvOApsIvnt0_wEtYCwd8VxpPLCcBBJBrbpUz8HsPHmhunI5XByoJLL-RsHEKPvG5tg3HPBk/s1600/A7710b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBh_rECviNHOSqp38cpyDCeeiQT4CZzcfV2eCRWAm9K_R1eaqZpxZvKSk4wQaKy0owFqKEvOApsIvnt0_wEtYCwd8VxpPLCcBBJBrbpUz8HsPHmhunI5XByoJLL-RsHEKPvG5tg3HPBk/s320/A7710b.JPG" width="249" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The business giant is portrayed by Oscar-winning screen legend James Stewart in one of a handful of final films he made. For reasons known only to the movie's composer, John Cacavas, Stewart's first appearance in a helicopter (helicopters were HUGE in 1970s cinema) is punctuated by a truly awful synthesized blurp of music that sounds perilously close to a fart...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzX92FplA4xUDOVUvCcqSb67DzcNeRWN7eRS7lfuRqMAoCtZ-DtQCihvF7HHxjQirD9UuW68KRgOKvksWQm93flop0B0qfVWfQUfyGZ0EZAs65XzQ9rGs3eKUIlL5kkPhwxy50NFF7kWc/s1600/A7700d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzX92FplA4xUDOVUvCcqSb67DzcNeRWN7eRS7lfuRqMAoCtZ-DtQCihvF7HHxjQirD9UuW68KRgOKvksWQm93flop0B0qfVWfQUfyGZ0EZAs65XzQ9rGs3eKUIlL5kkPhwxy50NFF7kWc/s320/A7700d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Once the credits roll, however, we find that Cacavas has actually fashioned a truly beautiful and memorable piece of theme music for the film. It's lush, classy and foreboding all at once. These movies needed lots of credit music because the cast lists were hilariously long! And any time one might think that the list of names may be finished, another “And George Kennedy as Petroni” or some such thing pops up!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqwijdr2pCUVp2wer9fueQGvUCNFg-gGQUOpgCaCYJogFXiKgPG_kcC-xiDgsDMtBx6p8LU-Kd4yjFBxO2Z2C6FDvEu8mxdlBO45l3Yte2xMVypK3cPGyqJ5GS-C9EJWwiddNJSUjKz6s/s1600/A7700b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqwijdr2pCUVp2wer9fueQGvUCNFg-gGQUOpgCaCYJogFXiKgPG_kcC-xiDgsDMtBx6p8LU-Kd4yjFBxO2Z2C6FDvEu8mxdlBO45l3Yte2xMVypK3cPGyqJ5GS-C9EJWwiddNJSUjKz6s/s320/A7700b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">To recap the plot for a moment, the plane is loaded down with priceless artwork which is being transported to Stewart's soon-to-be-opened museum on the grounds of a family estate. In anticipation of the grand opening, a huge party is planned and Stewart's guests, all close friends or folks otherwise associated with the art world, are being flown down in the same luxurious plane.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxV2LW5bZjJCC6J9r_Jsr6Vhp1lUAxbfaOLGQMj6ZxRUQozAg51IELeUhPoZjseG6UUepKN4is12Ctfj8cDhFH-N4y9neQEsW3_VpuGVGXbIooTgM1XxcB466HaA6mCOquCevZoBgzAU/s1600/A7700c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxV2LW5bZjJCC6J9r_Jsr6Vhp1lUAxbfaOLGQMj6ZxRUQozAg51IELeUhPoZjseG6UUepKN4is12Ctfj8cDhFH-N4y9neQEsW3_VpuGVGXbIooTgM1XxcB466HaA6mCOquCevZoBgzAU/s320/A7700c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The three-story plane has a galley, an office, two bedrooms, a library and a large lounge complete with gaming tables, a bar and a large-screen television, all done in endless shades of tan and brown. The stewardess uniforms are also tan and brown, though this is one flight in which the ladies are rarely shown doing anything but hobnobbing! The men (a bartender, a wine captain and a fleet of stewards) do all the work.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC6Hu0Iq5XpPGF09Ht3yZN9htCcEVhx6-UEWhG7LfWHj5HzYgRHNHhQVFKwKzramtyLwImzIFYK7KSK3CMm2ZooUHg0LvanFZD-f4D1XbBiS8efG4yQOoTUe22nYw8UfmGXw_DxavjV68/s1600/A7703b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="83" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC6Hu0Iq5XpPGF09Ht3yZN9htCcEVhx6-UEWhG7LfWHj5HzYgRHNHhQVFKwKzramtyLwImzIFYK7KSK3CMm2ZooUHg0LvanFZD-f4D1XbBiS8efG4yQOoTUe22nYw8UfmGXw_DxavjV68/s200/A7703b.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Head stewardess Monica Lewis does at least make a brief announcement before turning on the large TV and inserting a huge laserdisc into a player that contains a greeting from Stewart to his esteemed guests. Here's the irony. In the late-1980s, this gargantuan disc looked hysterical both due to its size and also its style since that video format never truly caught on. By then we'd moved on to VHS tapes. However, the look, at least, is not as jarring now that we have come around to DVDs and Blu-Ray discs. Technology seems to be outdated in all cases within just a couple of years! (Incidentally, though the uninitiated would hardly know it, an imdb.com member felt the need to state in the Trivia section for this movie: “Monica Lewis uses the player incorrectly. She doesn't shut the lid completely and presses one of the 'audio' buttons instead of the 'Play Forward' button.”)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibJvfiSQkBIDQ09-eoeIufhRJe3qheMjB4FAvqZMWJX0OBBdzY5axMxweN9XgbmYGOEmlaxbc4MuhYdb1OTNenTNfvmKOF775XAZUj0whlbOEkoe6CQGaEBLvF7WocvUtERU7LbIg9RzA/s1600/A7701a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibJvfiSQkBIDQ09-eoeIufhRJe3qheMjB4FAvqZMWJX0OBBdzY5axMxweN9XgbmYGOEmlaxbc4MuhYdb1OTNenTNfvmKOF775XAZUj0whlbOEkoe6CQGaEBLvF7WocvUtERU7LbIg9RzA/s320/A7701a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Anyway, the plane is flying all this artwork and the gallery of guests to Palm Beach, Florida, but there's a fly in the ointment. An elaborate heist has been planned in which several of the employees working on the craft intend to gas all the passengers, land the plane on a small island off course, remove the artwork - transferring it to another waiting plane - and depart to South America, leaving the dazed people stranded on an old airstrip to figure out what happened. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-kzqgvCDHf0bfWPlze6160knQClk3axqtvF5ATAgI4lMfaSgLm1Ua6CXkz6-zzvy0oVW0ozwfCrW5GrYGQSbHM9JFm1qgnSmAMoYV_ix9lePyFbRycjSCmmUyxlKHftJvrMEqtbHgzdw/s1600/A7704d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-kzqgvCDHf0bfWPlze6160knQClk3axqtvF5ATAgI4lMfaSgLm1Ua6CXkz6-zzvy0oVW0ozwfCrW5GrYGQSbHM9JFm1qgnSmAMoYV_ix9lePyFbRycjSCmmUyxlKHftJvrMEqtbHgzdw/s320/A7704d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This last part never happens because, after all the passengers pass out from the gas, the villainous copilot Robert Foxworth bangs one of the wings of the plane into an oil derrick during some pea-soup fog and then can't make the aircraft right again before plunging it, whole, into the water! The craft bobs for a few moments before sinking about fifty (?) feet or so. So everyone is trapped as if they are within a disabled submarine, with water pressure building and oxygen diminishing by the minute.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD3O5tSt6gFO8gmRDkiiZ05Qg8Owlg40-4Yt8pYP3hF53tJsCNeU-ChnvfcYMYxy0ct86rSkb87pKbBWLa3BhUxzHzKeg4eHuEHNjt3DOxPLHr0cxYfKebVon_-OY0eFcQulySYaTF1Dc/s1600/A7701d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD3O5tSt6gFO8gmRDkiiZ05Qg8Owlg40-4Yt8pYP3hF53tJsCNeU-ChnvfcYMYxy0ct86rSkb87pKbBWLa3BhUxzHzKeg4eHuEHNjt3DOxPLHr0cxYfKebVon_-OY0eFcQulySYaTF1Dc/s320/A7701d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In a lengthy opening sequence, we see Monte Markham (later to portray Blanche's gay brother Clayton on <i>The Golden Girls</i> in two episodes) arriving at the airport as a phony captain, then picking up the gas and a gun and proceeding to alter his appearance with jaw pads, a fake mustache and a wig! This is so he can pose as a freight loader long enough to get inside the plane and prepare it with the gas, then later still pose as a waiter on the flight! Remarkably, Markham is shown walking through a busy, crowded airport, yet the locker room and bathroom where he makes his transformation is dead empty and completely silent!!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj72atvsYYGAgPCOti9_5AXdMLuXT3fb80_mUAgEx4hNyOl_RgrUw0-RcW1C6fpEW0FO8J6bODkfe8yp3OVMycEkUT_T4Rhy8WguWduJKUTZJ0HzL-EoL1cEuHgphgTNFggx7NDJh7I07M/s1600/A7701c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="114" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj72atvsYYGAgPCOti9_5AXdMLuXT3fb80_mUAgEx4hNyOl_RgrUw0-RcW1C6fpEW0FO8J6bODkfe8yp3OVMycEkUT_T4Rhy8WguWduJKUTZJ0HzL-EoL1cEuHgphgTNFggx7NDJh7I07M/s320/A7701c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The pilot of the plane, Jack Lemmon, and the designer, Darren McGavin, are shown looking things over pre-flight. I have often wondered if this next thing I'm about to mention is a good thing or a bad one. As the men are heading away from the plane and in conversation, McGavin searches for his shirt pocket to retrieve a cigarette, then stops, then a few moments later does it again. His character is trying to quit. I can't tell if McGavin was trying to indicate how much he wanted one or if he jumped the action and then had to wait (because Lemmon makes reference to the cigarette and still had a bit of dialogue to go yet.) I suspect the latter because so little time passes in between that it seems odd that he'd flip-flop on his decision so quickly.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhu3TEU4ZtK3XQIiJw_CRDC2txQ-k8ldlEb03LQDGLyE0qYqbTgUm8T30tB-wM4Ksy6S8jQ3jsHuamcHPm5YcrBu5JwAeqn_o_6-fCnl6nhzCYEryv-ay1YMy15dh_VFweZJNp0gFpUrc/s1600/A7703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhu3TEU4ZtK3XQIiJw_CRDC2txQ-k8ldlEb03LQDGLyE0qYqbTgUm8T30tB-wM4Ksy6S8jQ3jsHuamcHPm5YcrBu5JwAeqn_o_6-fCnl6nhzCYEryv-ay1YMy15dh_VFweZJNp0gFpUrc/s320/A7703.JPG" width="253" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">McGavin, by the way, who allegedly could be a real meanie in real life, gives one of my favorite performances in the movie. He's a rare combination of colorful and sarcastic, yet understated and believable. He registers convincing worry about the plight of the aircraft while occasionally lobbing snarky one-liners, but never to an annoying degree. He's not an actor that I've ever been very heavily drawn to in other projects, but I really like the person he created here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZiwotAaL3rXeUIVDqX_vZj5_Gd4usiqHfNgOjVPgS8Q4R8BHtCsbC74XLm05Y6de9RibKQGh6Xm0zQ9S87gjlsmXtVf1ss_OpXfl6J1Bgb0owGHEmO-l9hRU-je4g8FSqVNsKVdRD4ek/s1600/A7704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZiwotAaL3rXeUIVDqX_vZj5_Gd4usiqHfNgOjVPgS8Q4R8BHtCsbC74XLm05Y6de9RibKQGh6Xm0zQ9S87gjlsmXtVf1ss_OpXfl6J1Bgb0owGHEmO-l9hRU-je4g8FSqVNsKVdRD4ek/s320/A7704.JPG" width="314" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuA8Kb9fZzX6fT8wsTSdJ0D_EI8GsBN8Ax0bLnKNnTpSxAcPVNB_zUdSGoz3mVzz5RIME3J8osTw0-zZM2alonQG67rCeCtPbm-WGCaARv_WGyvC0CwWy9IvTbvECpEaT-HDYWXrK6K3M/s1600/A7702c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuA8Kb9fZzX6fT8wsTSdJ0D_EI8GsBN8Ax0bLnKNnTpSxAcPVNB_zUdSGoz3mVzz5RIME3J8osTw0-zZM2alonQG67rCeCtPbm-WGCaARv_WGyvC0CwWy9IvTbvECpEaT-HDYWXrK6K3M/s320/A7702c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The film was shot in a version far longer than what made the final cut and, as a result, there are subtle continuity problems throughout. As the plane is almost completely finished boarding, a car speeds up to the ramp containing arts patroness Olivia de Havilland and her assistant Maidie Norman. No other passenger is on the ramp or nearby, yet the movie immediately cuts to Stewart's daughter Pamela Bellwood and her young son, just entering the plane!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hU2tx96670Nl9iVcYr8eGjXzShobUIyRQaVb-Vr68O4IY2dV5k0peswYg8FpxhO0paZSbe6H8ZHfHVIvFptYhR5FF8cJVRkG7ZcUJyn-ypBwdDrFN51YwvqfKvJXD0bgapKOmxvYm-Q/s1600/A7702d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hU2tx96670Nl9iVcYr8eGjXzShobUIyRQaVb-Vr68O4IY2dV5k0peswYg8FpxhO0paZSbe6H8ZHfHVIvFptYhR5FF8cJVRkG7ZcUJyn-ypBwdDrFN51YwvqfKvJXD0bgapKOmxvYm-Q/s320/A7702d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">(This is because the final cut departs from the script in which the plane was completely boarded, but Stewart's employee Brenda Vaccaro insisted on waiting just a while longer to see if his estranged daughter Bellwood would indeed show up. In the movie, she boards before de Havilland, but initially, she was to be the dead last arrival.) As an aside, one of my Underworld buddies bemoans the fact that Bellwood and Vaccaro are both in beige, but Bellwood is really in pale, baby bottom pink, though the difference is so minor with the lighting for the film that it scarcely matters!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCbnJhXtdfs6jA6-PYESjE-CXrWEWdlbjxTnbBy69zubqpuqHN2vj7NPSmTrmlF7eD4NJQLXLtXXAwjYA3CHeFr7BNLjajUOP8UQScbAVCI69j6CNrh2Kyfh4xe7eTzS3Al8WjBLfVbwU/s1600/A7702e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCbnJhXtdfs6jA6-PYESjE-CXrWEWdlbjxTnbBy69zubqpuqHN2vj7NPSmTrmlF7eD4NJQLXLtXXAwjYA3CHeFr7BNLjajUOP8UQScbAVCI69j6CNrh2Kyfh4xe7eTzS3Al8WjBLfVbwU/s320/A7702e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Only those with quick eyes will note that when de Havilland zips to the ramp in her chauffeured car, she has hilariously brought along her huge DOG to the airport! Norman is in the front passenger seat and Liv is in the back with a big ol' canine. Presumably, he isn't a shedder since she is garbed entirely in black!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglI76m16OkyeuL2g-w76Yj8kj6pgsb01fowZCaXNuCSB2fS6xWy8vrn6799tXTNBQLMH-6Aw1MYtVXn8pfxeEddM1tjMavP6bp2rNeSwJc-OGXQHKHwWohiNzIM9gNbNNq1wuS8QrBmE0/s1600/A7701b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglI76m16OkyeuL2g-w76Yj8kj6pgsb01fowZCaXNuCSB2fS6xWy8vrn6799tXTNBQLMH-6Aw1MYtVXn8pfxeEddM1tjMavP6bp2rNeSwJc-OGXQHKHwWohiNzIM9gNbNNq1wuS8QrBmE0/s320/A7701b.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The book details the relationship of these ladies just a touch more, explaining that Norman had been de Havilland's social secretary early on before evolving into a close friend and companion, sticking it out through her one-time boss' three failed marriages (kind of an imitation of <b>Imitation of Life</b>, 1959!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOa1N-v9XsQcfvmM5G64fjCACzSOiQqspZW3D-VLMwW1WTa3wLejWK_keYbh9Mu38bYRBjeLO4M5O4EIWxtrTYiQOOkSZIh3_z_DYEuwDnDml3qgV92xBUIf-IlW-BbB1fLGsVCREXsWI/s1600/A7701e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOa1N-v9XsQcfvmM5G64fjCACzSOiQqspZW3D-VLMwW1WTa3wLejWK_keYbh9Mu38bYRBjeLO4M5O4EIWxtrTYiQOOkSZIh3_z_DYEuwDnDml3qgV92xBUIf-IlW-BbB1fLGsVCREXsWI/s320/A7701e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">De Havilland has a hooty moment when she (seemingly having borrowed Swifty Lazar's eyeglasses) approaches three gentlemen to play cards and seems all Melanie Wilkes polite at first before launching into an iron-clad sort of saloon proprietress recitation of her rules for playing! It's delicious. Her poker buddies are played by gentlemen of considerable acting experience, though they are hard-pressed to make much of an impression in the deep pool of performers that was hired for this project.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhDwwwEA6xhoooKuQRfq3ZlkHDPjwdHxSji4mjc_09zeHWIT5PRQLryjF5oNJ1f6lDtNVHTRIU1dlJrQwRU_VbAhS7Fm9NC_TgUDpO42izfpswaPjEdXN5mb48vIPau5WHAqBCQHif4sE/s1600/A7703a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhDwwwEA6xhoooKuQRfq3ZlkHDPjwdHxSji4mjc_09zeHWIT5PRQLryjF5oNJ1f6lDtNVHTRIU1dlJrQwRU_VbAhS7Fm9NC_TgUDpO42izfpswaPjEdXN5mb48vIPau5WHAqBCQHif4sE/s320/A7703a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">George Furth, as a rather snivelling art critic, was a writer, a Tony-winning actor and had appeared on TV and in films like <b>The Best Man</b> (1964), <b>A Rage to Live</b> (1965), <b>Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid</b> (1969), <b>Myra Breckinridge</b> (1970) and <b>Shampoo</b> (1975.) M. Emmet Walsh, as Stewart's racehorse veterinarian, began in small character parts in 1969, but proceeded to provide terrific, quirky turns in <b>What's Up, Doc? </b>(1972), <b>Slap Shot</b> (1977), <b>The Jerk</b> (1979), <b>Brubaker</b> (1980) <b>Blade Runner</b> (1982) and the sensational <b>Blood Simple</b> (1984) as well as <b>Raising Arizona</b> (1987), both for The Coen Brothers. English actor James Booth stayed busy in many movies, perhaps the best known of them, the hair-raising 1964 <b>Zulu</b>, in which he and others were holed up in a besieged fort. His character has few lines, but pops up often and was intended to be featured more than it ultimately was.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibeXtfgAl8QPUctBQrWLcUfGTt425h44L7myvGdfqbcvM8czzuzrhKcMkca2IgCXyFV42q4JU4kMCe4r3Rq8YWV6uc4M647rMh7f69Ghtn1DP0awf0thrmzHRNHLxOUqSp7_BqfJ5QQzQ/s1600/A7703c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibeXtfgAl8QPUctBQrWLcUfGTt425h44L7myvGdfqbcvM8czzuzrhKcMkca2IgCXyFV42q4JU4kMCe4r3Rq8YWV6uc4M647rMh7f69Ghtn1DP0awf0thrmzHRNHLxOUqSp7_BqfJ5QQzQ/s320/A7703c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Since <b>The Poseidon Adventure</b> (1972) and <b>The Towering Inferno</b> (1974) both took home Oscars for Best Song, it became fashionable for a time for 1970s disaster movies to include a number in a bid to nab some Academy Award glory. Most of us recall Helen Reddy as a guitar-wielding nun in <b>Airport 1975</b>! For <b>'77</b>, blind musician Tom Sullivan was enlisted to perform his own concoction entitled “Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder.” He's looked on lovingly by Vaccaro's pretty assistant Kathleen Quinlan (who somehow landed a vibrant red dress amid all the beige and black in the movie!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8YWdcf1v0YX2MaI61Br6YhG3CHRls0LgD9Vj1JhYcdOWYbWpSdAZEHEAcDMajqrrSfKiC5GEnDHy5ylTU4jeKZH9qTw9XcIibOt2UlsFYVXXSJ2rY25eJ4xHT4rSypX6b4Tky0RGna4/s1600/A7703f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8YWdcf1v0YX2MaI61Br6YhG3CHRls0LgD9Vj1JhYcdOWYbWpSdAZEHEAcDMajqrrSfKiC5GEnDHy5ylTU4jeKZH9qTw9XcIibOt2UlsFYVXXSJ2rY25eJ4xHT4rSypX6b4Tky0RGna4/s320/A7703f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Sullivan is severely injured during the crash and isn't around long after that. Even though I saw <b>Airport '77 </b>first, Sullivan never really registered on my radar until 1982 when a movie based on his life hit theaters. It was called <b>If You Could See What I Hear</b> and starred the humpy Marc Singer as Sullivan. Needless to say, after witnessing him in the part, the real Tom Sullivan rather paled in comparison when I saw him again later.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">What's that? You say you wish you could see a little bit more of Singer from that bottom right photo of him in the shower? Since when have I ever denied my readers anything they want?? (You don't have to answer that. I know that I don't always do as I'm told!) Ahhh... He was so cute!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOkXKsZzBO-vzJ6-vycHVzqaiV-XchQxR6ba_HCf5poOBGZJRzw6RAfoY9WHHwbPgZvOKHqS53wx-Dek92zZtyjj5sPD6vBuYEld7lW1qVHTuqbJR362UfQjSzsgIiLXcgkOBqI2lElg/s1600/A7706d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOkXKsZzBO-vzJ6-vycHVzqaiV-XchQxR6ba_HCf5poOBGZJRzw6RAfoY9WHHwbPgZvOKHqS53wx-Dek92zZtyjj5sPD6vBuYEld7lW1qVHTuqbJR362UfQjSzsgIiLXcgkOBqI2lElg/s320/A7706d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix4bnRmiC4N91PHgg9WLK9TkOYQtok-iPJhPp3sA_fQBbwJ4efGSyffg6W-7sq0urQcwkKOmf47crd61INnD-DaKW7L61SRrd0UJJ_wDocOxWifiwydo19Ej2kPnVu33nKFOS2F1GNJnA/s1600/A7703d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix4bnRmiC4N91PHgg9WLK9TkOYQtok-iPJhPp3sA_fQBbwJ4efGSyffg6W-7sq0urQcwkKOmf47crd61INnD-DaKW7L61SRrd0UJJ_wDocOxWifiwydo19Ej2kPnVu33nKFOS2F1GNJnA/s320/A7703d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Another looker who is actually in <b>Airport '77</b> is Gil Gerard. He is part of a hate triangle between his boss Christopher Lee and his boss' wife Lee Grant. It seems that while oceanographer Lee was busy developing endless plans to harvest food from the sea, his wife Grant became bored, resentful and embittered. She got her hooks into Gerard and they engaged in a sexual affair, which he now regrets. Thing is, since Lee is as enmeshed in his studies as ever, Grant is eager to reignite her romance with the younger man, even by means of blackmail!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhno2CqaeJCCsGttGxLgdU4tW2KRakb5pk4MjVGngnQ0dCc1xHZTppXorUtjponSaMvFehkY7PQXeZaNvCpJbyQ9luNG-73z0eajiPOsngZH41zPJU-Bz8eRBv7z6vI3weadbz_2EHZlKU/s1600/A7703e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhno2CqaeJCCsGttGxLgdU4tW2KRakb5pk4MjVGngnQ0dCc1xHZTppXorUtjponSaMvFehkY7PQXeZaNvCpJbyQ9luNG-73z0eajiPOsngZH41zPJU-Bz8eRBv7z6vI3weadbz_2EHZlKU/s320/A7703e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The CLASSIC sequence that takes place between these three is so wonderful I swear I could watch it over and over and over and never get even slightly tired of it. Lee (who had several times played the very dangerous Count Dracula, along with many other screen villains) is uncharacteristically meek and demure. Gerard is indignant, frustrated and embarrassed. Grant is everything! Harpy, seductress, desolate, lonely wretch. She's just to die for. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZS8nK_vUyK7BsjAhV9GWpt8eiiAfQMo3eStpJBeXoQlBv14CCdiHE-CIZzx-3Pe_tW-_UJXT04XNNHMTvV9E3svxzjtaip9rUiowUv2tIHMzPY9Rg6D8XyqcEFnt9Q1RBXKIHFEpeVE/s1600/A7703g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZS8nK_vUyK7BsjAhV9GWpt8eiiAfQMo3eStpJBeXoQlBv14CCdiHE-CIZzx-3Pe_tW-_UJXT04XNNHMTvV9E3svxzjtaip9rUiowUv2tIHMzPY9Rg6D8XyqcEFnt9Q1RBXKIHFEpeVE/s320/A7703g.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I don't know if it was Grant, herself, or who, but the dialogue she (and Gerard, to an extent) delivers in the movie is more nuanced, blistering and varied than the lines her character spouted in the book. The whole scene is better fleshed out and realized than the novelization. Amazingly enough, I was watching <b>The Chase</b> (1966) not too long ago and was floored to see that a very similar sequence occurs between characters in that movie from a decade earlier.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzXD-Zxwz7wEzUyhzNHoYM4CNQgRjWmkWwTTN2HAWEkkdgyI54WuACupeW_j3Q1lWUmpCGrlOmS-lzOSWIIV80n3JLbbkGg2Uu3UWY2cBo0jqWohp1LKTH65fRcmXP70jvI7UCPzwdU6Q/s1600/A7703h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzXD-Zxwz7wEzUyhzNHoYM4CNQgRjWmkWwTTN2HAWEkkdgyI54WuACupeW_j3Q1lWUmpCGrlOmS-lzOSWIIV80n3JLbbkGg2Uu3UWY2cBo0jqWohp1LKTH65fRcmXP70jvI7UCPzwdU6Q/s320/A7703h.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Bitchy wife Janice Rule visits her bookish husband Robert Duvall at the bank in which he works and tries to get his attention, to no avail. She proceeds to his friend and associate Sam Bradford with whom it is revealed that she has had an affair. She tries to come on to him, even leaning across his desk and blowing on his hair, just like Grant does in <b>'77</b>! Then she proceeds to basically blackmail him into seeing her again. Unreal the way this was lifted and reused. (Then again, <b>Airport '77</b> is itself a waterlogged redux of 1965's <b>Flight of the Phoenix</b>, a film which starred James Stewart and George Kennedy along with several others.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjny0DznRINqyhqBOvysDt73djKb2rJkQDn_L9u7mhh94e_LimomvEF1FvZSG78COVUlw3gDaEwjTbmCUE5VQY22SA7MAhXWgXVpt9fg9O2BIT_V90ameZuFANZ37J8KQBVoTzy2pLq_Jg/s1600/A7706e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjny0DznRINqyhqBOvysDt73djKb2rJkQDn_L9u7mhh94e_LimomvEF1FvZSG78COVUlw3gDaEwjTbmCUE5VQY22SA7MAhXWgXVpt9fg9O2BIT_V90ameZuFANZ37J8KQBVoTzy2pLq_Jg/s320/A7706e.JPG" width="241" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Gerard had been a soap opera actor (on<i>The Doctors</i> from 1974-1976), but 1977 was his breakout year. Not only did he have a featured part here, but he also starred in a TV-movie and appeared on several major series as a guest star. In 1979, he was tapped to star in <i>Buck Rogers in the 25<sup>th</sup>Century </i>which lasted until 1981. (That's a young, zoned-looking Jamie Lee Curtis with him in the inset!) He's worked ever since, in both good and not-so-good projects with a serious weight gain coming into play for a while. But in the late-'70s, he was at his peak of amiable handsomeness.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32VYbDPpdZsUGC7r8hbGVaIQkGiDcaba_tfkGc7Da2Nl0Kjlh-_liBpr8fPDGcJKlBroXZ3TPOX88SAgnZQvoCKrA_mXg5BLHX9Yw3l73-AybY3V0xpDayFlkQPJT5Dvwij9JM1RdcSU/s1600/A7706b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32VYbDPpdZsUGC7r8hbGVaIQkGiDcaba_tfkGc7Da2Nl0Kjlh-_liBpr8fPDGcJKlBroXZ3TPOX88SAgnZQvoCKrA_mXg5BLHX9Yw3l73-AybY3V0xpDayFlkQPJT5Dvwij9JM1RdcSU/s320/A7706b.JPG" width="237" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Back to de Havilland for a moment. She had turned down Irwin Allen's offer to costar in <b>The Towering Inferno</b>(1974), which netted Jennifer Jones a Golden Globe nomination and which had scored a Best Picture nomination, so she didn't take a pass when contacted by Jennings Lang to work on this potential blockbuster (nor did she when Allen came calling again for the woeful<b> The Swarm</b> in 1980.) Thing was, she was not first choice. Greer Garson was contacted initially, but turned it down. Then Miss Joan Crawford was offered the part.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsRqqrcSF2nxwzpCdTC0oquZnf-vEnlE44MPovcAN-jAfcWPRLUuM6vt6a8D5UumIXBNdDwYRYwkC79yk4Dojib_1TrhyphenhyphenY_J-QkXvouVmHoiB45XWHr6Cga8qX4x0O_IZdNwmacrYRAk/s1600/A7706c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsRqqrcSF2nxwzpCdTC0oquZnf-vEnlE44MPovcAN-jAfcWPRLUuM6vt6a8D5UumIXBNdDwYRYwkC79yk4Dojib_1TrhyphenhyphenY_J-QkXvouVmHoiB45XWHr6Cga8qX4x0O_IZdNwmacrYRAk/s320/A7706c.JPG" width="232" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">She, however, was horrified that producers wanted her to show up in California within a week and, amazingly, provide her own clothing for the part! She had also wanted to wrangle Joel McCrea into playing her love interest, but it was not to be. So, de Havilland (who had famously stepped into Crawford's role in 1964's <b>Hush...Hush, Sweet Charlotte</b> opposite Joseph Cotten) won the part and as her lost interest again got Joseph Cotten! Not only that, but Maidie Norman had worked with Crawford twice (on <b>Torch Song</b>, 1953, and <b>What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?</b>, 1962), so they likely would have had a certain level of connection together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjanywDBtzphcf-Fc8Ohoy14b0d3uhZqL9q_PseVo1qs56XJkeHHmBdiXrVz7xtFDBradoVRwaBuYf6I9h3Y4jLaDE72IRhIkipYnLUP2k0PZMiHoxLrjYevQPJEJez2DVUmxBNPfdM2XE/s1600/A7709b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjanywDBtzphcf-Fc8Ohoy14b0d3uhZqL9q_PseVo1qs56XJkeHHmBdiXrVz7xtFDBradoVRwaBuYf6I9h3Y4jLaDE72IRhIkipYnLUP2k0PZMiHoxLrjYevQPJEJez2DVUmxBNPfdM2XE/s320/A7709b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIhN6fm0nAloKrtldg2FqqFPoFUbiOyv7YKaTTPmFe-ok2iHF3vS2nWYS3gGCgb-bGW-1s4_xzcZQ7dT2sPZzFG0R0RhnDWjLfilKq0XCd8uy59N19eMALKRbxcBtS_J7WrUkm3setBD4/s1600/A7709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIhN6fm0nAloKrtldg2FqqFPoFUbiOyv7YKaTTPmFe-ok2iHF3vS2nWYS3gGCgb-bGW-1s4_xzcZQ7dT2sPZzFG0R0RhnDWjLfilKq0XCd8uy59N19eMALKRbxcBtS_J7WrUkm3setBD4/s320/A7709.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">De Havilland and Cotten must have really gotten along well. Not only did they work on <b>Charlotte</b> and <b>Airport '77</b> in tandem, but they also worked together in the 1972 telefilm <i>The Screaming Woman</i> and then four years after <b>'77</b> portrayed an elderly pair of newlyweds on <i>The Love Boat</i>!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVPnKx5TJEFzB_tvotXBtc_YUAeLahochcg40-4UM2azRrZ6L2k9EbX1rabxfYcPrcM7ppogqVxHhtMGTaL2L-xCTCrScpGTSvzGYR3PuvaAnMdGhIjuL53mDYsoLASgB_q3k3mCs7p8Q/s1600/A7709c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVPnKx5TJEFzB_tvotXBtc_YUAeLahochcg40-4UM2azRrZ6L2k9EbX1rabxfYcPrcM7ppogqVxHhtMGTaL2L-xCTCrScpGTSvzGYR3PuvaAnMdGhIjuL53mDYsoLASgB_q3k3mCs7p8Q/s320/A7709c.JPG" width="241" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">According to the novelization, he's supposed to be bringing a pair of “Russian icons” to Stewart's museum, but in the movie, it's a single, large piece of jewelry that doesn't, to me anyway, appear in any way Russian.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm061vdARr_DeZHILqKj23GQGfL9nZnsyJs4aVZWLUHXxuwTuCLUGC8iHs6_Ueg24uXtz3Ol0eEYzvJJVC6o2K8HjTFQy_1g4fFx5zH4DxjGM-diLW1-fQafUNy4Sg6YQ1A17GZL5uRiQ/s1600/A7704c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm061vdARr_DeZHILqKj23GQGfL9nZnsyJs4aVZWLUHXxuwTuCLUGC8iHs6_Ueg24uXtz3Ol0eEYzvJJVC6o2K8HjTFQy_1g4fFx5zH4DxjGM-diLW1-fQafUNy4Sg6YQ1A17GZL5uRiQ/s320/A7704c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0oEVaXC0IyY6wCcIzJwnthfHZ9iIfHX-B0ui5aHNcd7-gA47nMSnpuzWTX8bQNQ69UJout49FbEPzQO975xBXhVPyKJkk_qfj6KeUlflZU-n7ueAv6UMikgijaRoM-kjtNQ_FYS80sGA/s1600/A7706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0oEVaXC0IyY6wCcIzJwnthfHZ9iIfHX-B0ui5aHNcd7-gA47nMSnpuzWTX8bQNQ69UJout49FbEPzQO975xBXhVPyKJkk_qfj6KeUlflZU-n7ueAv6UMikgijaRoM-kjtNQ_FYS80sGA/s320/A7706.JPG" width="221" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Some day I would love to get Kathleen Quinlan's recollections of having worked in a film with such names as Lemmon, Grant, Vaccaro, Lee and de Havilland, among others. Here she was, at twenty-two years of age, being rocked and comforted by Melanie Fucking Wilkes, for crying out loud! There were no less than five Oscar-winners in <b>Airport '77</b> and I wonder if Quinlan ever dreamed at that time that she would herself someday be nominated for one (for 1995's <b>Apollo 13</b>, losing to Mira Sorvino in <b>Mighty Aphrodite</b>......)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTsud40rEr9mWBDKxNY5ieA5n-5TnIPGlb10gSvYnt_fOAo6CvtUABy05PLBSToFB-SrYXRqDENfDFzAlsDXZ9bQUtdxKQInYM6bPIRg9Y_1ijF1DY_NPmdDIq_PjIm902d0cqmAqk4bY/s1600/A7704e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTsud40rEr9mWBDKxNY5ieA5n-5TnIPGlb10gSvYnt_fOAo6CvtUABy05PLBSToFB-SrYXRqDENfDFzAlsDXZ9bQUtdxKQInYM6bPIRg9Y_1ijF1DY_NPmdDIq_PjIm902d0cqmAqk4bY/s320/A7704e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Bartender Robert Hooks is injured during the crash when a heavy piece of equipment falls on and smashes his leg. In the book, bone is protruding through his pants leg and when Cotten goes to cut his pants, he says it's “going to hurt,” but in the movie, the wound is less gory and when Cotten goes to make the cut he assures Hooks that it WON'T hurt. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpTIC_IBQtysClTbMIZJLu0qy2g9Kj6jdgoONFCnFiW0viBYxMfMuaWoVv79_4-_UmjS8Z13FJZlfoweIbnGDLiFDNEi1JJ_E7tDdhd7CqY7-TtFOW8KsgbaKzNDjApFm4e_MKbwCXiw/s1600/A7706i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpTIC_IBQtysClTbMIZJLu0qy2g9Kj6jdgoONFCnFiW0viBYxMfMuaWoVv79_4-_UmjS8Z13FJZlfoweIbnGDLiFDNEi1JJ_E7tDdhd7CqY7-TtFOW8KsgbaKzNDjApFm4e_MKbwCXiw/s320/A7706i.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The book also says that Hooks' pregnant wife, about to deliver twins at home, has toxemia, though that was abandoned for the finished movie. Perhaps they thought he'd suffered enough trauma since almost all he gets to do in the movie is scream in agony over his leg, which people keep seeming to bump into!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNi9cCbzft02YJgjD6KGldOKiVw2KeBThQBQuOSC2BgtZ-XVBnsOqCDo-x8UHdTWhUqVkBOm1PFD7buJvudpWxOYYOJmccwJdr5xb5NHNQyyBrVB8iMu2tKEtdXuiDXVaXpuJBate-n8/s1600/A7705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNi9cCbzft02YJgjD6KGldOKiVw2KeBThQBQuOSC2BgtZ-XVBnsOqCDo-x8UHdTWhUqVkBOm1PFD7buJvudpWxOYYOJmccwJdr5xb5NHNQyyBrVB8iMu2tKEtdXuiDXVaXpuJBate-n8/s200/A7705.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Most of you (those of you who even know this film I'm babbling on about!) are probably aware that there was a four-hour (including commercials) TV version that aired in which close to an hour of additional footage was inserted. A smidge of new footage was shot, but most of the unseen footage was captured during initial filming. We see more of the arrivals onto the plane in this cut.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhG7MpdzjmFN9EANG_CnAJ-i3zX2q-668pex_TOp5qFoUZkcyLVtwyFNPrXtELeXXDLs5g6Px2YdFQifXnTuJ0KOvXHpIVCzouHsAzXy1xo1FW3p8MIV7FMwWKIsqmVWIrOaNqKDl5oYM/s1600/A7708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhG7MpdzjmFN9EANG_CnAJ-i3zX2q-668pex_TOp5qFoUZkcyLVtwyFNPrXtELeXXDLs5g6Px2YdFQifXnTuJ0KOvXHpIVCzouHsAzXy1xo1FW3p8MIV7FMwWKIsqmVWIrOaNqKDl5oYM/s200/A7708.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Also among the additions were a sequence with Lewis training new stewardesses (not, however, for underwater escape!), George Kennedy taking his teenage son for a spin though the airport hangar (in a nice touch, it's the same young actor – Brian Morrison - who played his son in <b>Airport 1975</b>. He also played Bea Arthur's grandson on<i> Maude</i>!) and McGavin chatting with those two. In the finished film, Kennedy is isolated from most of the primary cast except Stewart. The longer version also spoils one of the feature cut's not-so-big surprises by having Markham and copilot Foxworth shown collaborating together prior to takeoff.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMWsbgQQGe9rjZPcLAvp9_sg_9Hrf_JNhFkDbnKIYEL__updkx8-FcaL6ZQUyHVZUDkPsHszNxK-MbPghIeKXcfAEelzAblQM15f5G4uyuxP7cQ6GrMH_7O4E0msck2HTGuQ6fzgi1KM/s1600/A7708c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMWsbgQQGe9rjZPcLAvp9_sg_9Hrf_JNhFkDbnKIYEL__updkx8-FcaL6ZQUyHVZUDkPsHszNxK-MbPghIeKXcfAEelzAblQM15f5G4uyuxP7cQ6GrMH_7O4E0msck2HTGuQ6fzgi1KM/s320/A7708c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Foxworth and Grant both played unpleasant characters here and would reunite in 1978 for <b>Damian: Omen II</b>, in which Foxworth was again a real baddie. He backed out of playing the internationally-famous role of J.R. Ewing on<i> Dallas</i>because he felt the role was too cruel and devious, opting instead in 1981 to star in <i>Falcon Crest</i> as a good guy. Incidentally, even though it is never specified in the movie, Foxworth's character is supposedly in debt to a loan shark and that's why he's a turncoat, though that doesn't explain how he can so adeptly and coldly kill one of his coworkers! (The flight engineer, whose fate is left undetermined in the feature, but who is shown clearly dead in the elongated version.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6Kp3hNRLcK72mC2dBLrgbMhNPbsJcuQKV9aJrtJKtans0UInCgK9NK4NDbtxoqNeaXF4r2-MSMR1Lu17GcVsFbhM5P6a_TNvtxUX7iBbd-WpSulAHRG_jVlPOI8YHAq-2NZOPo5R4D4/s1600/A7708b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6Kp3hNRLcK72mC2dBLrgbMhNPbsJcuQKV9aJrtJKtans0UInCgK9NK4NDbtxoqNeaXF4r2-MSMR1Lu17GcVsFbhM5P6a_TNvtxUX7iBbd-WpSulAHRG_jVlPOI8YHAq-2NZOPo5R4D4/s320/A7708b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There is also in the extended version a series of flashbacks, four in all, showing some of the passengers prior to the flight. We see a romantic evening between Quinlan and blind Sullivan, with his guide dog in tow. There's also a memory of Arlene Golonka's in which we see her little girl, ecstatic about being chosen to present student art to Stewart (their reason for being on the plane) and even meet her husband, unseen in the feature version. Other scenes include an exchange with Bellwood and Booth and a happier time in Lee and Grant's marriage when she brings a packed lunch to him before one of his maritime excursions. There is a lot of additional footage of the rescue effort as well.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSugdME5Kb_A2HFczfTFznhH60uwqAU7SAT8ieByKZa61Ka7U-IPTWHuHdloUS4m3f1n-9XQzS7KTPHF4MtIVV2-v7S6LPVZhKNjzNP_W5YKip0pQKiCpGAP7KKnsao4CrEVAAElV0oY/s1600/A7712b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSugdME5Kb_A2HFczfTFznhH60uwqAU7SAT8ieByKZa61Ka7U-IPTWHuHdloUS4m3f1n-9XQzS7KTPHF4MtIVV2-v7S6LPVZhKNjzNP_W5YKip0pQKiCpGAP7KKnsao4CrEVAAElV0oY/s320/A7712b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Speaking of the rescue effort, one of the more pleasant things about it is that the divers and navy crewmen are in good shape and are in some cases tan and blonde. They also wear abbreviated shorts and in the course of their duties often stick their behinds in front of the camera (if that happens to be your thing! Ha!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheaWETifeXsvTBWUaI8I3f3doIfER8VQsz7BdcTnXeM7-1RDqnXTl8dq2s_cT2RQrbusMZh4VUdfWsN8foCyz9K2VYyUtBfi8-U2CtCUBvrvUydwgg46NtORgZjL9ga81hKDNMe863QrM/s1600/A7712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheaWETifeXsvTBWUaI8I3f3doIfER8VQsz7BdcTnXeM7-1RDqnXTl8dq2s_cT2RQrbusMZh4VUdfWsN8foCyz9K2VYyUtBfi8-U2CtCUBvrvUydwgg46NtORgZjL9ga81hKDNMe863QrM/s320/A7712.JPG" width="235" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuSMsAWL05QHblZmBiOK30tyVn1rfkuxAsNvuA8JvOSYECprzoLPPnceP1NNLbMe1qk7alrRUl0jSk6QE34Ef7Ld507mS165iG-hr36ef9hMSoPMogMJtTvCkqr3jNt9A1cY3SdhqxrQU/s1600/A7706a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuSMsAWL05QHblZmBiOK30tyVn1rfkuxAsNvuA8JvOSYECprzoLPPnceP1NNLbMe1qk7alrRUl0jSk6QE34Ef7Ld507mS165iG-hr36ef9hMSoPMogMJtTvCkqr3jNt9A1cY3SdhqxrQU/s320/A7706a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There's a HUGE gaffe in the movie, though, which I only caught for the first time last week (and I've seen this movie no less than twelve to fifteen times!) Lemmon is floating in the ocean and picked up by a couple of crewman in a power-raft. When the raft arrives at the huge carrier that is handling the rescue operations, the two crewman are totally, completely different in looks, build and coloring!! The only explanation is if, in true airline fashion, Lemmon had a stopover in the middle of his journey and had to switch rafts. :::snort:::</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwzYscFpZmjKcZ0WGhan73p1J4GVuXLmhUOo03TLvd87RUpuaPa2U9iWNRaUnc_nYOy-JanV7Ot6hGsiFJlMBvYDo-gob__8dWAipG8cpVTUXknBaFNuCcnDAsoj2AU_yH2k6dTV-F00k/s1600/A7705f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwzYscFpZmjKcZ0WGhan73p1J4GVuXLmhUOo03TLvd87RUpuaPa2U9iWNRaUnc_nYOy-JanV7Ot6hGsiFJlMBvYDo-gob__8dWAipG8cpVTUXknBaFNuCcnDAsoj2AU_yH2k6dTV-F00k/s320/A7705f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The thing with Lemmon and his (lemon) yellow raft is also a little irksome. He holds a meeting in the cabin of the airplane and explains that all he has to do is get the raft out of the plane and that when it surfaces it will “automatically” begin to send out a radio rescue signal. However, he's later seen having to inflate the raft, climb on board, dig out the trasmitter, pull up the antenna and then switch the device ON in order to send out the S.O.S.!!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQSuoA4LDNArRwzsWh6sIMCD_rRPKsrkxK07_4UpJQO0d9E1rxm7ZxvcZCksesdn4aN8re7VvFkQSG8i8Sk9AmB7J_c2MConJBKAEIFqj_CcrhJt6B4SBqF7j2f82oFCdyRIkkLtxU-4/s1600/A7706g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQSuoA4LDNArRwzsWh6sIMCD_rRPKsrkxK07_4UpJQO0d9E1rxm7ZxvcZCksesdn4aN8re7VvFkQSG8i8Sk9AmB7J_c2MConJBKAEIFqj_CcrhJt6B4SBqF7j2f82oFCdyRIkkLtxU-4/s320/A7706g.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The radio man who picks up Lemmon's signal (“We have a beeper!”) is none other than Chris Lemmon, Jack's son, who was making his screen debut as an actor. The father and son must have noted the way Paul Newman arranged for his son Scott to land a featured bit part in <b>The Towering Inferno</b> and thought it might be good to follow suit (albeit on a smaller scale.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLIrfPvO_I_nfwTtXIi581sPBC8_nR0D5F0g5vxq3Lp9vl7ImI13_wWCC268jB2gV0T5NmLpP4mD3ZlwYDcixUDSEKsVnvzlCumQBHQEnzh31H-G1-sFvEbaxApJbsY9naS23pRiyamE/s1600/A7705c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLIrfPvO_I_nfwTtXIi581sPBC8_nR0D5F0g5vxq3Lp9vl7ImI13_wWCC268jB2gV0T5NmLpP4mD3ZlwYDcixUDSEKsVnvzlCumQBHQEnzh31H-G1-sFvEbaxApJbsY9naS23pRiyamE/s320/A7705c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The effort to get Lemmon out of the plane and up to the surface is a dangerous one indeed. He is offered assistance by “trained scuba diver” Lee, but when the door bursts open unexpectedly, things get ugly fast.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuC79X6OVqSaGmd8a3srAnlqY7eUwa4FCY5KDOo0pWaJP7tiRYprYylBlBks29yYehB_yYqg0jQn3xCJx9y5ZZPm7sfXTYf5U7fUGNHqk9DMDRF9dv7FNSAR96xaXFA2dQjdiwK6-MIDc/s1600/A7705e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuC79X6OVqSaGmd8a3srAnlqY7eUwa4FCY5KDOo0pWaJP7tiRYprYylBlBks29yYehB_yYqg0jQn3xCJx9y5ZZPm7sfXTYf5U7fUGNHqk9DMDRF9dv7FNSAR96xaXFA2dQjdiwK6-MIDc/s320/A7705e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Grant gets another of her patented, wonderful, shut-down moments when she is staring out the cabin window for signs of her husband's escape and instead sees his lifeless frame floating upwards. Nothing can console her as people try to fill her with more scotch, cover her with a blanket or otherwise comfort her. She's having none of it.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoDpb9FMri6YA_2DhZNfW2ZQ8EiTEy3Sc7oo5ATVXo4GOtu9SyKjtC5cQSizS4TQqixDE20pHN-o2h6AnRs3AEQodG9ctxWCu9bJE7IWz1Lcw4-OF22k-FJx_k8xidE6ok7Cdg4Cv1DIU/s1600/A7704f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoDpb9FMri6YA_2DhZNfW2ZQ8EiTEy3Sc7oo5ATVXo4GOtu9SyKjtC5cQSizS4TQqixDE20pHN-o2h6AnRs3AEQodG9ctxWCu9bJE7IWz1Lcw4-OF22k-FJx_k8xidE6ok7Cdg4Cv1DIU/s320/A7704f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Incidentally, the book includes a scene between Lee and Gerard which is cut from the film itself except for a brief glimpse. Lee comes down to the cargo hold area and Gerard helps him off with his shirt. In the book, Gerard takes this time to confess to Lee his affair with Grant whereupon Lee tells him he's known since practically right after it happened, but he wasn't going to hold one mistake (which is not exactly a little one!) against Gerard after so many years of close friendship. I'm glad this was cut as it's all a little pat and not particularly realistic.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqXRSx8iuLVONJ_9kqYYe_244AXZM9xOS8EJ0MN6Typp5Bt6lxKPukz7VtFhMsaA1u-U3Mvs62LetdvbSHnq0Mx3VVMykIG8Wy78AM4hJxGNcRILRp0ftWkuURmtcstf_jcHGoRRZdDKY/s1600/A7706f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqXRSx8iuLVONJ_9kqYYe_244AXZM9xOS8EJ0MN6Typp5Bt6lxKPukz7VtFhMsaA1u-U3Mvs62LetdvbSHnq0Mx3VVMykIG8Wy78AM4hJxGNcRILRp0ftWkuURmtcstf_jcHGoRRZdDKY/s320/A7706f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">After a little while following Lee's demise, Grant starts to compose herself again, though in a rote, zombie-like way thanks to shock, and proceeds to try to open up the door of the plane and “leave!” Vaccaro has to step in and stop her, but starts to get pummeled in the process, leading her to deck Grant right in the face! This climax to the fight is cut off abruptly and one reason may be that (again!) in the book, the script called for lines (and a split lip) from Grant following this. (“Why did you do that? Look what you did to me?”) In the book, Grant scratches Vaccaro's face with her nails prior to being punched.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQcF1kCpJbNQMi5R6wrykZQSSEWB14K1o3BQ-q-3abMlYfNvhdx8Ev6yP55gzXt27DTmQGJVoakwDrY95hpJ2sP1CGftOfQ5C-e3qjB7dFqL32MAHpby_qNHj6xCq7MYE4TRM8KiMt90Q/s1600/A7707c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQcF1kCpJbNQMi5R6wrykZQSSEWB14K1o3BQ-q-3abMlYfNvhdx8Ev6yP55gzXt27DTmQGJVoakwDrY95hpJ2sP1CGftOfQ5C-e3qjB7dFqL32MAHpby_qNHj6xCq7MYE4TRM8KiMt90Q/s320/A7707c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">If you're a fan of <b>Airport 1975</b>, you might recall Gloria Swanson's stunt double showing a hilarious flash of white panties as she zooms down and exits the rescue shoot. <b>Airport '77</b> has a similar moment, this one belonging to Golonka, who flashes the camera her pantyhose-covered crotch when getting into the rescue raft! Hopefully, the steward directly above her isn't offering a review, but just has sea water in his eyes... A few moments later, Monica Lewis falls and her legs come apart, too, but her golden age studio training must have taught her well because by the time she's plopped into her raft, she's drawn her knees closely together!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpZO10nnJ-9C4dc5zb4cVvLiGwffcsrEzJceOE4SoxyYuvaIyxiyYxeNggkhrFgJL9BwbuC48tTMubrqz-kbHmYlepyWRl6a0Socai7whWup9fKGVs6KKn-v7rybnzfVWLBXeCWz3U5wg/s1600/A7713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpZO10nnJ-9C4dc5zb4cVvLiGwffcsrEzJceOE4SoxyYuvaIyxiyYxeNggkhrFgJL9BwbuC48tTMubrqz-kbHmYlepyWRl6a0Socai7whWup9fKGVs6KKn-v7rybnzfVWLBXeCWz3U5wg/s320/A7713.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirckrpd4xJ5jvm2K_N77aR5mNdifcHFC8c63SSA63fUF023FhV86pE4Bxl5QsFtAq1V4__uiJs7jNonVAn7hKVRAJJWu-EalINcnQ1rKeOn9elsCN1vNB0Xp7Y9rEdgTiH5zrmjs4lZ48/s1600/A7707d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirckrpd4xJ5jvm2K_N77aR5mNdifcHFC8c63SSA63fUF023FhV86pE4Bxl5QsFtAq1V4__uiJs7jNonVAn7hKVRAJJWu-EalINcnQ1rKeOn9elsCN1vNB0Xp7Y9rEdgTiH5zrmjs4lZ48/s320/A7707d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There is a ton of water in this movie, which I completely love, and the cast was pummeled with it at times. Vaccaro, in fact, came down with pneumonia thanks to her series of scenes in the drink and here and there she does look a little green around the gills as she tried to power through it. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRx9xnYJevaTkn20CEYDhz2mV6Hk8SPLTyNsDEzU-yFgIy7-ZlAQ_4vmWRCJyF5DYh7TEo4-CPF7IwdvkylNHbms1So-sOoyQj9BaEiqxKGbnoh2ry1AIjv1XYdebecMvEhHZeitjewlY/s1600/A7701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRx9xnYJevaTkn20CEYDhz2mV6Hk8SPLTyNsDEzU-yFgIy7-ZlAQ_4vmWRCJyF5DYh7TEo4-CPF7IwdvkylNHbms1So-sOoyQj9BaEiqxKGbnoh2ry1AIjv1XYdebecMvEhHZeitjewlY/s320/A7701.JPG" width="234" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Jack Lemmon (who is not the first name that springs to mind for a role like this in a film like this, but who does a great job) said he regretted making this movie. I guess he felt it was a commercial sell-out, but he took the part in the first place feeling like he wanted to try to make a pure popcorn movie (a cartoon, as he referred to it) and it was successful, so I don't know why he regretted it.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_WbeXR3kkOWnixO63WvbIJ-nOaUsyx0eNncxP1I68a8qgKxvQQ6cszXBgekHDQ10QtOo6jf-MGVwohQxSckos6M707ykKVjAJ0xiOAbclJAGbwTCqlhNwdzfTZ5UC8q5MppbQ4xGQJA/s1600/A7707b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="98" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_WbeXR3kkOWnixO63WvbIJ-nOaUsyx0eNncxP1I68a8qgKxvQQ6cszXBgekHDQ10QtOo6jf-MGVwohQxSckos6M707ykKVjAJ0xiOAbclJAGbwTCqlhNwdzfTZ5UC8q5MppbQ4xGQJA/s200/A7707b.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>Airport '77 </b>was a considerable hit at the box office (costing $6 million, but making five times that back – and helping to spawn the God-awful <b>The Concorde: Airport '79</b>!) It was nominated for two Oscars, one for its Art Direction (losing to <b>Star Wars</b>, gee how did that happen?) and another for its Costume Design. Edith Head was in charge of costumes except for Ms. Grant's which is easily the most arresting one! As was often the case, Grant was clothed by Burton Miller. They lost to <b>Star Wars</b>, too. (Maybe Grant should have had a black helmet on over her ensemble?)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjoCY5jwuL0Lw1xt9_xCSRDGNQY0SCVwjEz3Jbq_NtSr1nLkWgo9h8WzPDdpJYMudvtTs2xo2NTIHtzm1LD0QUklFfsQR7LsgYiJ4lJMob8V10S3qSAFlk3Zssc7r3BgpkZ5qOYQ3KjoQ/s1600/A7707e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjoCY5jwuL0Lw1xt9_xCSRDGNQY0SCVwjEz3Jbq_NtSr1nLkWgo9h8WzPDdpJYMudvtTs2xo2NTIHtzm1LD0QUklFfsQR7LsgYiJ4lJMob8V10S3qSAFlk3Zssc7r3BgpkZ5qOYQ3KjoQ/s320/A7707e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I have always thought that the blue dress on the lady to the left in this photo was rather horrible. I also wondered for a long time if it was the same dress – or at least material – as one woman wears in <b>Earthquake</b> who takes some glass to the face, but it is neither. The lady in blue at the right is, for me, the most annoying person in the movie and I loathe her outfit. I have never, ever understood what in the hell she is wearing! She always seems to be swaddled in a variety of white and blue cloak-y things, all of it ranging from unremarkable to ugly! Most of the filler passengers are stunt people posing as actors anyway and few of them survive the ordeal.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FRYxjMVjM7QzMlUdEpjqAIUvL3jO1hU2SMyV2Bb_1QQg1DAxsnTTi3E7GgF1BA9Uj63-aVqWCv8WKDEJ867_HsLrqQo7Kc3bT3os4sXdApmx2CAk7hnrDkZPxtdJuNb95aIO99Bo03M/s1600/A7710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FRYxjMVjM7QzMlUdEpjqAIUvL3jO1hU2SMyV2Bb_1QQg1DAxsnTTi3E7GgF1BA9Uj63-aVqWCv8WKDEJ867_HsLrqQo7Kc3bT3os4sXdApmx2CAk7hnrDkZPxtdJuNb95aIO99Bo03M/s320/A7710.JPG" width="271" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Grant's outfit is just perfection incarnate as far as I'm concerned. It's like Barbra Streisand's infamous, sheer, Scassi Oscar pajamas meets The Child Catcher from <b>Chitty Chitty Bang Bang</b> with a dash of Van Cleef and Arpel! In the novelization that I keep bringing up, Lemmon asks Grant for the belt from her outfit in order to make a tourniquet, but this doesn't come to pass in the movie despite her having a fun black belt with a rhinestone-crusted buckle on it.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiNNi5euYMREmmcYf0HeKCxHrk1DxgxzD53MoxUr0sJLSqee2dx-kKI6J_Ee-9feDKuj0IS0tMddSs1jUL_3W6wf6yxWD_TEOxH3gjbXNMtthivIkTNAiBpU-hRlT54xyv1pgR4P8KM0/s1600/A7707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiNNi5euYMREmmcYf0HeKCxHrk1DxgxzD53MoxUr0sJLSqee2dx-kKI6J_Ee-9feDKuj0IS0tMddSs1jUL_3W6wf6yxWD_TEOxH3gjbXNMtthivIkTNAiBpU-hRlT54xyv1pgR4P8KM0/s320/A7707.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">One last thing about the novel. During the watery climax, it has all the passengers tied to posts in the plane with shredded pieces of bed sheets, but maybe that was deemed to close to the climax of <b>The Towering Inferno</b> (or the director otherwise didn't like it?) When the deluge of water rips through the plane, the book has Pamela Bellwood screaming for help from Grant as her little son is nearly swept away, but Grant turns her face away in avoidance. In the movie, this incident is omitted and, in fact, made impossible due to the editing.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1T3OcpFmOUgvNDKVY_5nWAfYS690rcP46N0pumnL7wtAgBT96Cm4Or1lfPTRzKNGwSL5mYcyf0O-aD0mfndt12yfzWF2g-hkZpxbZPuEQyCHsJxOOz7CTaK4WfvPZbob2l-f0BgOBD1I/s1600/A7715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1T3OcpFmOUgvNDKVY_5nWAfYS690rcP46N0pumnL7wtAgBT96Cm4Or1lfPTRzKNGwSL5mYcyf0O-aD0mfndt12yfzWF2g-hkZpxbZPuEQyCHsJxOOz7CTaK4WfvPZbob2l-f0BgOBD1I/s320/A7715.JPG" width="162" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I think I mentioned way back in my <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-get-ready-to-rrruuuummmbbblle.html" target="_blank">Earthquake</a></b> tribute how I took part in an attraction at Universal Studios – Florida in which I got to endure an earthquake while riding an escalator as debris fell all around me. It was an unforgettably fun and campy moment of my life. However, I truly would have gone NUTS if I'd known about or been permitted to take part in an attraction out in L.A. that I never even heard of until just recently. They had an <b>Airport '77 </b>attraction in which visitors could become part of the story and then wind up in a three-to-four-minute rendition of the movie, which was for sale to them!!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This is off the hook....... Take a really good look at this pictures from the brochure! They had four sections of set, a hallway where two people played hijackers, the main lounge, a radio room and the cockpit:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyq60g2je9UTdldl_JmEzS-nPIqGoOTRamnCbPWKpXJLhMjpxsAMatMULHXR3Q8u30pFdjj5URiVmf5Z-s-1293_bNvCUHMbLHvmHUpEoNbZGFKd7W36qqtcH58DIgMyWEdvocMmM36QY/s1600/A7715e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyq60g2je9UTdldl_JmEzS-nPIqGoOTRamnCbPWKpXJLhMjpxsAMatMULHXR3Q8u30pFdjj5URiVmf5Z-s-1293_bNvCUHMbLHvmHUpEoNbZGFKd7W36qqtcH58DIgMyWEdvocMmM36QY/s320/A7715e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Civilians sat in the recreated lounge and pretended to be gassed, then crashing at the appropriate moment!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2MAmD1SRJ6YdOSguInhYaK5V6w46brpTw_4lZPq054arag6jbl_UBAyVwp-0j5nlcdCedafn8MssURKtzWxsqhyU7REKGSJNrn_R3WAkKvPSdJEEz76DbdaFfarzKcTIYv-JdBIXPehA/s1600/A7715c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2MAmD1SRJ6YdOSguInhYaK5V6w46brpTw_4lZPq054arag6jbl_UBAyVwp-0j5nlcdCedafn8MssURKtzWxsqhyU7REKGSJNrn_R3WAkKvPSdJEEz76DbdaFfarzKcTIYv-JdBIXPehA/s320/A7715c.JPG" width="287" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Then there was a big dunk tank in which people jumped out of the airplane door into the “ocean!”</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsPtPScNBfoRYfq6KTVVqGHsYM_NjE1AkYzNH6htJKN95614FwWjeRZ689TcBEij3HOuMhQBYXfDcufs4fiYE9r_X0miCmAuohdSjx4QWDZt9o6Xq6_xGRaApGM_GOZ5cPunSEwklw10E/s1600/A7715b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsPtPScNBfoRYfq6KTVVqGHsYM_NjE1AkYzNH6htJKN95614FwWjeRZ689TcBEij3HOuMhQBYXfDcufs4fiYE9r_X0miCmAuohdSjx4QWDZt9o6Xq6_xGRaApGM_GOZ5cPunSEwklw10E/s320/A7715b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A person could play Brenda Vaccaro, including getting wet!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuG3bRF6TnSxgvbAVF24l81eiG1wcESX17TyOX8wYGeHHBRrav1eGn9baCcpjpVovZSBJZ3UyQZiIWnSBqisCbGwJaywXE7uTXOavLkCIxLIykWE3Y2PhgvD_mALa_0C2n-Vr2whdb7Pk/s1600/A7715d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuG3bRF6TnSxgvbAVF24l81eiG1wcESX17TyOX8wYGeHHBRrav1eGn9baCcpjpVovZSBJZ3UyQZiIWnSBqisCbGwJaywXE7uTXOavLkCIxLIykWE3Y2PhgvD_mALa_0C2n-Vr2whdb7Pk/s320/A7715d.JPG" width="278" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsZ6YwI0KpTmcbDSZ0_h35fZ37Bwp5Y42WuijBeRasIfPePV9S02sCZHg2mRXo9VUgGS39pZrGXr049GM8QlsV9MjbppPr9m9bQWx-i7KPH0wKQUSpWlL91XfpnitI9niuY5yuWXZC5BY/s1600/A7715f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsZ6YwI0KpTmcbDSZ0_h35fZ37Bwp5Y42WuijBeRasIfPePV9S02sCZHg2mRXo9VUgGS39pZrGXr049GM8QlsV9MjbppPr9m9bQWx-i7KPH0wKQUSpWlL91XfpnitI9niuY5yuWXZC5BY/s320/A7715f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Are you freaking kidding me?!?!? No park could get away with this attraction today in our liability and legality-ridden world. I would have killed, killed, killed to take part in this. Check out the preposterously hysterical results of some folks visits to the studio <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZRMWhNbqyg" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z3sSi-wqWgY" target="_blank">here</a>!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVYxljqPjKa6H5YK4XfUv901c8tun8m7tTfpt_m9mSnSnFpd2DV-GukDIeKZlNZP-ZTtZZfWoRvjgqY0CrVxIg3Ww_LLU1YbBfBjk4GPIlZUSLvvkqUMlhNRKE49bC52A8HvMQOiPGZI0/s1600/A7711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVYxljqPjKa6H5YK4XfUv901c8tun8m7tTfpt_m9mSnSnFpd2DV-GukDIeKZlNZP-ZTtZZfWoRvjgqY0CrVxIg3Ww_LLU1YbBfBjk4GPIlZUSLvvkqUMlhNRKE49bC52A8HvMQOiPGZI0/s200/A7711.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I hope you didn't mind this reconnaissance back to a previous subject, but I just had to give it a little more love. Ridiculous as it may sound, this is easily a Top 10 favorite film of mine, one of which I never tire watching.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-47310020817471862812013-09-27T09:57:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:27:11.759-08:00Allow Me to Guide You: The 1960s<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVpvvXwLnCvu8fvPyjHaUohirrfXaRSEaOLUbESW-i5jXqj8Tue8e9Nz2d0K8UMD3BmmETU5fzcha1EVXh21n1G-IM4maSIqvBQXBHwvttmsNvxjYYFBcej3PYbDdpVtkl1fBjJzScKs/s1600/TVG00.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVpvvXwLnCvu8fvPyjHaUohirrfXaRSEaOLUbESW-i5jXqj8Tue8e9Nz2d0K8UMD3BmmETU5fzcha1EVXh21n1G-IM4maSIqvBQXBHwvttmsNvxjYYFBcej3PYbDdpVtkl1fBjJzScKs/s320/TVG00.JPG" width="222" /></a></div>Having practically exhausted the supply of colorful comic book covers, I'm going to turn now to another source of striking, iconic celebrity photography, the TV Guide cover. This is a sampling (about five per decade) and not meant to be inclusive. Just an array of covers that caught my eye and may catch yours, too, starting with 1960 and ending with 1969. Remember those pesky address labels that subscribers had to deal with?! Some are there still, but blurred to avoid putting names and addresses out there - old as they may be, some were never there and some have left their horrible lines from being torn off. Oh, and a special thanks to our cover boy for this post, Chuck Connors of <i>The Rifleman</i>.<br /><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcc0WoSvXDyZqNZwAodOL9xp0egx4BetRlbwB3bST-amu6C0SgqM_h2ssFTf-O1t0T1AIuDcn4RUNq41PbL1WWJ8VlhVKaggywjWnqcoip07in41PsIa2Mx501PvRNRb_fBSLt4Ofxpjk/s1600/TVG000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcc0WoSvXDyZqNZwAodOL9xp0egx4BetRlbwB3bST-amu6C0SgqM_h2ssFTf-O1t0T1AIuDcn4RUNq41PbL1WWJ8VlhVKaggywjWnqcoip07in41PsIa2Mx501PvRNRb_fBSLt4Ofxpjk/s320/TVG000.JPG" width="220" /></a></div>Some of you young'ns may not be aware that in the early, black and white days of <i>Gunsmoke</i>, Dennis Weaver was James Arness' chief sidekick, not Ken "Festus" Curtis, who later became quite famous in his part. Weaver later gained significant attention for his cowboy-in-the big-city crime-fighting show <i>McCloud</i>. (Of course, now that I am old, a lot of "young'ns" may not even know what <i>McCloud</i> was!) Here we see the original series foursome, cozily arranged.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfDqd88XR9gg7rKWkhw54xegmKXy5m3D5Nk8J8uCjxPrlHo6-BBiFR63VhBn4ALk2-tnYz7V8LVjIQqb7be97oysY0X6j788BEQ0fGGPZPAQR_FXsI0eXj5BxyOJiFvaiKLgtVMgpGM3U/s1600/TVG000b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfDqd88XR9gg7rKWkhw54xegmKXy5m3D5Nk8J8uCjxPrlHo6-BBiFR63VhBn4ALk2-tnYz7V8LVjIQqb7be97oysY0X6j788BEQ0fGGPZPAQR_FXsI0eXj5BxyOJiFvaiKLgtVMgpGM3U/s320/TVG000b.JPG" width="211" /></a></div>Ill-fated actor Nick Adams scored a minor hit with the two-season western series <i>The Rebel</i>. Originally an actor of some promise, his career never developed the way he had hoped and eventually began to disintegrate. In 1968, he was found dead of a drug overdose.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNuCmhrPVF3lxZbj6ylFw-7rny99ojzqSnN_OGiko9y880CG56NT-VwJk8bwi7oOeAECnbWlqCgGmrpoohzEFAh_P5qE7CvDFfj1-YTjpsiyvL1AlYeKODWBoa3p4LZy_ykDrJkZfdufM/s1600/TVG000c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNuCmhrPVF3lxZbj6ylFw-7rny99ojzqSnN_OGiko9y880CG56NT-VwJk8bwi7oOeAECnbWlqCgGmrpoohzEFAh_P5qE7CvDFfj1-YTjpsiyvL1AlYeKODWBoa3p4LZy_ykDrJkZfdufM/s320/TVG000c.JPG" width="219" /></a></div>Many folks still recall fondly this next hunk. Gardner McKay starred in <i>Adventures in Paradise</i> as well as in the colorful, campy romance <b>The Pleasure Seekers</b> (1964) before deciding to give up the life of an actor and a celebrity and instead write for a living. People still love his show, but were it in color instead of black & white, there'd probably be a channel devoted to playing it 24/7 thanks to its leading man's brooding good looks!</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGzqfQ9R7S3B4gqSZofSFc6YtNDt7T-L296XDDTFf7NvH9bbat7960-X2F59A1thgrJZLzTCe3zUOBoS2ckPpHi36O9grfO9PpEsXIAGb9HAimDc2zWZBiUBS9pSmjazRtPrLfEcNlSM/s1600/TVG000d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGzqfQ9R7S3B4gqSZofSFc6YtNDt7T-L296XDDTFf7NvH9bbat7960-X2F59A1thgrJZLzTCe3zUOBoS2ckPpHi36O9grfO9PpEsXIAGb9HAimDc2zWZBiUBS9pSmjazRtPrLfEcNlSM/s320/TVG000d.JPG" width="219" /></a></div>Long before scoring the huge success <i>Dynasty</i>, John Forsythe starred in the five-season sitcom <i>Bachelor Father</i>. In fact, this was where he first met <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/10/evans-to-betsy.html" target="_blank">Linda Evans</a> (later his wife on <i>Dynasty</i>) when she guest-starred as a teenage friend to his adoptive daughter (his niece, in fact.)</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1dkvBrm4WquOBCZcc7x3ZZxitckO8Ri0T-K8LbY75NRWTSWPZbnaOQgpIwUQrnPeEE4arzyFVadz7D3WiWMy9Jr1tD6wMyvwtrR8qYOdNVG7ijroDZkfJaoPVTlmJvebhgBJ3hg75QAI/s1600/TVG000e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1dkvBrm4WquOBCZcc7x3ZZxitckO8Ri0T-K8LbY75NRWTSWPZbnaOQgpIwUQrnPeEE4arzyFVadz7D3WiWMy9Jr1tD6wMyvwtrR8qYOdNVG7ijroDZkfJaoPVTlmJvebhgBJ3hg75QAI/s320/TVG000e.JPG" width="215" /></a></div>Loretta Young had been working in films since the mid-1910s (!) and ultimately became a considerable (even Oscar-winning) movie star. In 1953, she switched gears to television and never made another feature film. However, her TV show (<i>The Loretta Young Show</i>) was so successful she didn't need to. She took home three Emmys and a Golden Globe and became a cultural touchstone with her high-fashion, skirt-whirling weekly introductions.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4vt3y51C827L2L9wh4Vl8xce4gXCSGOBAMix5y35D2FNnOpGuBEzfl_1qVcdqkoGW8xa0qZOdziXWbPt6Q-fN9ryMWW-n_sWSiAa1bdYsPlRr3KDnP5g5vH28bnKzg-HEJwC5Uj2JRg/s1600/TVG00a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4vt3y51C827L2L9wh4Vl8xce4gXCSGOBAMix5y35D2FNnOpGuBEzfl_1qVcdqkoGW8xa0qZOdziXWbPt6Q-fN9ryMWW-n_sWSiAa1bdYsPlRr3KDnP5g5vH28bnKzg-HEJwC5Uj2JRg/s320/TVG00a.JPG" width="250" /></a></div>Moving into 1961 now. Though I rarely, if ever, mention it, my childhood was profoundly influenced by Carol Burnett. Though her long-running sketch-variety series <i>The Carol Burnett Show</i> debuted long before I did, her show was still running high when I was a kid and I completely adored her and it (and all the people on it!)</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJaY___ScWnevPeDlQ7D5QqNhIOhZephyphenhyphenc5qFKtmpaoAc8Ybu57jYxIcAk10zHzLJx_zQi4pnyE25Dty112MRNoJx3rNPAr5XlyLEiutSPKhl_fnU8MzRRJkuUCYdLtHumlZ_pWSmq_Pc/s1600/TVG00b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJaY___ScWnevPeDlQ7D5QqNhIOhZephyphenhyphenc5qFKtmpaoAc8Ybu57jYxIcAk10zHzLJx_zQi4pnyE25Dty112MRNoJx3rNPAr5XlyLEiutSPKhl_fnU8MzRRJkuUCYdLtHumlZ_pWSmq_Pc/s320/TVG00b.JPG" width="217" /></a></div>Another good-looking actor who gave up the gig when he was close to his prime is Roger Smith. Some will recall him as the grown-up nephew of Rosalind Russell in <b>Auntie Mame</b> (1958), but his most lasting acting contribution came as a star of <i>77 Sunset Strip</i>. Already feeling the effects of a severe muscle disorder, in 1967 he married Ann-Margret and soon thereafter began to manage her career and abandon his own work on screen. The couple remains married to this day.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZZAw6Ustsrc5wB3CHiZ4gZP8smAtxqGr3mkMzgnfuuwkTg-c8mzQKHoq9LDohNFPKFn43tDxlQKDLEzUHu2WQcq2VtnLkFFJlAuigKYkvFaZXJK8jWd7f8FEoNCSHSCQPfDQKjN8hk4/s1600/TVG00c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZZAw6Ustsrc5wB3CHiZ4gZP8smAtxqGr3mkMzgnfuuwkTg-c8mzQKHoq9LDohNFPKFn43tDxlQKDLEzUHu2WQcq2VtnLkFFJlAuigKYkvFaZXJK8jWd7f8FEoNCSHSCQPfDQKjN8hk4/s320/TVG00c.JPG" width="223" /></a></div>This next star retains a pretty heavy cult following despite having only enjoyed about a decade-long career. Dorothy Provine was a blonde Warner Brothers contract actress who appeared on many episodes of their stable of westerns before costarring in two shows herself, <i>The Alaskans </i>and <i>The Roaring 20's</i> (that's the show's incorrect punctuation, not mine!) She might be best known for playing Ethel Merman's petulant daughter in <b>It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World </b>(1963.)</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1jkL8yGaQmKedPgjU4J1PufI0KHOCIDsvqxHjiiTpX9WhzJTl7uyBq9Ve7jjfzFfkih6YwYi-53r4AficctXDWgzKY978ZiIg8olqXWu9JWN6AFkxhHCW8WP5Pyka6pZDkWhaNFJGrvE/s1600/TVG00d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1jkL8yGaQmKedPgjU4J1PufI0KHOCIDsvqxHjiiTpX9WhzJTl7uyBq9Ve7jjfzFfkih6YwYi-53r4AficctXDWgzKY978ZiIg8olqXWu9JWN6AFkxhHCW8WP5Pyka6pZDkWhaNFJGrvE/s320/TVG00d.JPG" width="223" /></a></div>Before he became a spaghetti western movie star and then a very successful director, Clint Eastwood could be found on TV screens as Rowdy Yates on <i>Rawhide</i>, a very successful western that ran for more than six years. Even way back then he had some "wrinks," though! His costar Eric Fleming, pictured here with him, met a terrible fate in Peru in1966 when he drowned during the filming up an adventure-oriented TV program. He was only forty-one (and had already cheated death once when a steel block shattered his face in 1942, requiring reconstructive surgery!)</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNpZu3Dg9L-CBa1rA1DuBaZmPR_aT9_rY4Z4zRY-nMvKZ3_AJ83XFJUefiO1yV8oiy4xGgOmTMcqx_aFFD816sJn6gmA06Qp0DCTpD9hYIy-4SNgl8Zb4YcIElPgRRHhnzOWF2nGb1-ek/s1600/TVG00e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNpZu3Dg9L-CBa1rA1DuBaZmPR_aT9_rY4Z4zRY-nMvKZ3_AJ83XFJUefiO1yV8oiy4xGgOmTMcqx_aFFD816sJn6gmA06Qp0DCTpD9hYIy-4SNgl8Zb4YcIElPgRRHhnzOWF2nGb1-ek/s320/TVG00e.JPG" width="228" /></a></div>Prior to captivating TV viewers with his role as a valet-cum-nanny on <i>Family Affair</i>, Sebastian Cabot starred on a detective series called <i>Checkmate</i>. Blonde Doug McClure is looking mighty cute here. Following <i>Checkmate</i>'s demise in 1962, he would go on to a decade of costarring work with <i>The Virginian</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo2BpScTKyERpMZ2zj8FfoHzJsH76N1N5AmmiBPP8T2Sk6gJn-2k9r6Wxzlqf7NbR9HY20F9zNmu9CovrsycrHrQOMJsBsV-vIr0n7ti5bhEYBl7GsXvV4A56hozdMPsbyD_vd7y9E6Yo/s1600/TVG01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo2BpScTKyERpMZ2zj8FfoHzJsH76N1N5AmmiBPP8T2Sk6gJn-2k9r6Wxzlqf7NbR9HY20F9zNmu9CovrsycrHrQOMJsBsV-vIr0n7ti5bhEYBl7GsXvV4A56hozdMPsbyD_vd7y9E6Yo/s320/TVG01.JPG" width="221" /></a></div>Up to 1962 now, we see a serene First Lady Jacqueline Kennedy, just a year before her life (and most everyone's at that time) would be forever altered by the assassination of her husband, President John F. Kennedy. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi7B3UOKCiYksbt1aB39wKpz2CHH39sBev4aJqqcibxVfSlKoFstYUrrTpflmc0ZvNeszAQb2xZtCZnm0AgxilvrOdmgbLYmzLPJJ7alrP_g0RO3tbU0EXqj25bB3leK5BCdkiX1Nqi2o/s1600/TVG01b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi7B3UOKCiYksbt1aB39wKpz2CHH39sBev4aJqqcibxVfSlKoFstYUrrTpflmc0ZvNeszAQb2xZtCZnm0AgxilvrOdmgbLYmzLPJJ7alrP_g0RO3tbU0EXqj25bB3leK5BCdkiX1Nqi2o/s320/TVG01b.JPG" width="219" /></a></div>The strapping 6'2" actor Vince Edwards scored a big hit as <i>Ben Casey</i>, causing him to be a household name for a time, though he was never able to replicate that series' success. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikSDXRxPCkq1iXafsTUBJzCxu_MJVhPjvzh_NOeYFQsJ2NQVCm-1IKAfXg-bLgq37M6SCHwu1dXxOHD2R2OA46XkGFeDWjOvvJiwDh563qVXysaChqrtHMHsU50MtBLfy4aRpNsQTBuMk/s1600/TVG01c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikSDXRxPCkq1iXafsTUBJzCxu_MJVhPjvzh_NOeYFQsJ2NQVCm-1IKAfXg-bLgq37M6SCHwu1dXxOHD2R2OA46XkGFeDWjOvvJiwDh563qVXysaChqrtHMHsU50MtBLfy4aRpNsQTBuMk/s320/TVG01c.JPG" width="218" /></a></div>Teen idol Troy Donahue made quite a few colorful hit films before winding up on TV in <i>Surfside 6</i> (and later <i>Hawaiian Eye</i>.) He did make a couple more movies after these series, but soon after saw his career dry up. Somehow even in this 1962 portrait I think you can sense in his face the relegation that his day in the sun was coming to a close.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFKVe6sDuCd8g9T-DjT6lFwVpp7gAEbqX90p2TS_oUIByVgiEs1pBMa6fpu2L1LbvWK83KHU9YymvKwg6cQ2eYBe_YEbQUiheZUBRHi1NX0xBZVwo5sbGFc7B-gcHNZEMVa6bz9s8ZR1g/s1600/TVG01d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFKVe6sDuCd8g9T-DjT6lFwVpp7gAEbqX90p2TS_oUIByVgiEs1pBMa6fpu2L1LbvWK83KHU9YymvKwg6cQ2eYBe_YEbQUiheZUBRHi1NX0xBZVwo5sbGFc7B-gcHNZEMVa6bz9s8ZR1g/s320/TVG01d.JPG" width="215" /></a></div>Few western series (apart from the long-running <i>Gunsmoke</i>) enjoyed the popularity and longevity of <i>Bonanza</i>. The Cartwrights appeared on television screens for fourteen seasons and it was really only the untimely death of Dan Blocker, who played the beloved "Hoss," that led to its decline and cancellation in 1973. The men seem to be having a fun time here, though.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgsd8RtyqTb6kkfLHtD-eLWMao5YpsvGkSVH0c8RqIYG9gPlQtC8CwYvCdXakmu7A1fqQCDGZELaE020Oj3H2DgAG2t5Ue4bIjcESBKcEOCcYEg02ILc443nfAv9m8zSGlROsX9OAhvHE/s1600/TVG01e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgsd8RtyqTb6kkfLHtD-eLWMao5YpsvGkSVH0c8RqIYG9gPlQtC8CwYvCdXakmu7A1fqQCDGZELaE020Oj3H2DgAG2t5Ue4bIjcESBKcEOCcYEg02ILc443nfAv9m8zSGlROsX9OAhvHE/s320/TVG01e.JPG" width="213" /></a></div>The mid-'50s and 'early-'60s were a fertile time for panel game shows and <i>I've Got a Secret</i> was a popular one. You didn't get to see much of these game show icons in color, so this TV Guide cover is a welcome sight for fans. Bill Cullen was the host of countless shows as was this show's host Garry Moore, while Henry Morgan retired in 1970. Brunette Bess Myerson was Miss America 1945 and later held an NYC cultural appointment until a couple of legal entanglements came down upon her. Blonde Betsy Palmer created a new generation of fans for herself when she accepted the role of Mrs. Voorhees in <b>Friday the 13th</b> (1980) and its 1981 sequel.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqutM-So-zOczQk9IlCfDLOyOvLOb6XEM_jI2hXG7MD34Isjgozw65oHiPazmivIhmB4T8X0vtXh2LYrc4zQRwBB8iDNRVX93zbXyYocyjoPDrr2xedM8UbWpRGQdrMtOQaDI5_ywGY_s/s1600/TVG02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqutM-So-zOczQk9IlCfDLOyOvLOb6XEM_jI2hXG7MD34Isjgozw65oHiPazmivIhmB4T8X0vtXh2LYrc4zQRwBB8iDNRVX93zbXyYocyjoPDrr2xedM8UbWpRGQdrMtOQaDI5_ywGY_s/s320/TVG02.JPG" width="213" /></a></div>And now 1963. Before he became one of television's most high-profile dads on<i> The Brady Bunch</i>, Robert Reed was the costar of E.G. Marshall on the highly-respected legal drama <i>The Defenders</i> for five seasons. The series won fourteen various Emmy Awards and had many further nominations as well.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_babB8_64QYhAEO5wIv3fHrd7pjOCDPR0UeZV9cRu8qaDzM8XPKO__asf9AB4ctMCRl-DUYtk6LVH1oKX3D1eXyXZq5O_Jc_5cUVb_LjfXbgQDFIx6FjaoR2bEq3QsfZBq0OJAQPsMQ0/s1600/TVG02b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_babB8_64QYhAEO5wIv3fHrd7pjOCDPR0UeZV9cRu8qaDzM8XPKO__asf9AB4ctMCRl-DUYtk6LVH1oKX3D1eXyXZq5O_Jc_5cUVb_LjfXbgQDFIx6FjaoR2bEq3QsfZBq0OJAQPsMQ0/s320/TVG02b.JPG" width="224" /></a></div>Another favorite TV dad was Carl Betz on <i>The Donna Reed Show</i>, a series that lasted eight seasons. Betz proved a handsome, hunky foil for Miss Reed's perky, close-to-perfect housewife. (And I love the sort of bygone photography that capture's Miss Reed's pretty face here!)</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTN33SN9_dwLWkOIj3V1ttZXGuZqr6ehOminWKpia6V0_gcNtwfETDi4C-sBRPdvE7OwPY07Kssmh84ckhszavX01HHkua7S3rxopofjY_OSffVQi4e5uxP96e70sxRTgsLsP2RegTk60/s1600/TVG02c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTN33SN9_dwLWkOIj3V1ttZXGuZqr6ehOminWKpia6V0_gcNtwfETDi4C-sBRPdvE7OwPY07Kssmh84ckhszavX01HHkua7S3rxopofjY_OSffVQi4e5uxP96e70sxRTgsLsP2RegTk60/s320/TVG02c.JPG" width="218" /></a></div>Prior to his days as the human counterpart of <i>The Incredible Hulk</i>, Bill Bixby costarred with Ray Walston on <i>My Favorite Martian</i> for three seasons. In the show, Bixby housed an alien from Mars, disguising him as a visiting uncle.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXUNu783rFdu4ub6WhKpOxA5FazcpInEeHG-_Wr3lKDe_lHwHpyvUpuzzrWQ4H8sN8S5QszAnMxYFlPvOUlrjDU1MH0uNwvTjf61y0M6nZiZt0IcxSgxzcylzgtNqB_96nYPLcXJWOLnQ/s1600/TVG02cc.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXUNu783rFdu4ub6WhKpOxA5FazcpInEeHG-_Wr3lKDe_lHwHpyvUpuzzrWQ4H8sN8S5QszAnMxYFlPvOUlrjDU1MH0uNwvTjf61y0M6nZiZt0IcxSgxzcylzgtNqB_96nYPLcXJWOLnQ/s320/TVG02cc.JPG" width="224" /></a></div>As I know Mr. Bixby has at least one voracious fan amongst visitors to The Underworld, I'm including this accompanying photo from inside the issue. This isn't a bicycle built for two, but they sort of made it into one!</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW6WYdV-cDBRSwkuQ2xhTsY1pbIrlz6lO_lcdAm23Xc10hD2IRmAFqRvqjgGDSHy7UGCWdzUIuSqn57tMfIeSwl1STAO-cTCt2dEIQ8Ujj7nsrqvnQFpBddW1hdfw8PvledX2Bh6zOWR4/s1600/TVG02d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW6WYdV-cDBRSwkuQ2xhTsY1pbIrlz6lO_lcdAm23Xc10hD2IRmAFqRvqjgGDSHy7UGCWdzUIuSqn57tMfIeSwl1STAO-cTCt2dEIQ8Ujj7nsrqvnQFpBddW1hdfw8PvledX2Bh6zOWR4/s320/TVG02d.JPG" width="213" /></a></div>We're used to seeing Chuck Connors in western gear (as seen at the top of this post), but in 1963 he made a determined break from cowboy hats and boots in order to costar in <i>Arrest and Trial</i>, an hour-long show in which detective Ben Gazzara typically investigated crimes in the first half while Connors tried the cases as an attorney in the second half. Sound familiar? Though Trial didn't catch on and was cancelled after a single season, the idea was later cribbed in 1990 for the far more popular and long-running <i>Law & Order</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHpZvgtTgcSfiUuzcS84Kg2aPo0pW3SBawySSX-uDjWlSIT8Eur-N9Rv4fMaXibmIdkwGrVztKPjFPnvkYjOLNc1qqqYonXSy3ndZcu3SxKjpZiX52lTglmv58572EMHwqS-EJxGQWHwU/s1600/TVG02e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHpZvgtTgcSfiUuzcS84Kg2aPo0pW3SBawySSX-uDjWlSIT8Eur-N9Rv4fMaXibmIdkwGrVztKPjFPnvkYjOLNc1qqqYonXSy3ndZcu3SxKjpZiX52lTglmv58572EMHwqS-EJxGQWHwU/s320/TVG02e.JPG" width="214" /></a></div>Finally, we catch a glimpse of another long-running TV favorite, <i>Lassie</i>, hopping a fence while her owners at the time, June Lockhart and Jon Provost, look on. Lockhart, of course, went on to costar on Lost in Space while Provost struggled to maintain an adult career (until 1989 when he came back to costar with a different Lassie and in a different role in the limited-run series <i>The New Lassie</i>.) I've told this at least once here, but one day while watching a rerun of <i>Lassie</i> as a child, the film skipped and June Lockhart was introduced as "Jockhart," a name that has stuck with me all these decades!</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQFs07sWPdq27F3G9XuMuOePDnxXvirlLfFC5w_nhIaPqNR5jv2nOXx61LryOZrbiVHYZB4lOA4IoIgf8Iq8i8m_ZGCG9929PJBkkT3m_YOI1vsEqf092zf2UsjwpHBWb9ikWcMGML58/s1600/TVG03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQFs07sWPdq27F3G9XuMuOePDnxXvirlLfFC5w_nhIaPqNR5jv2nOXx61LryOZrbiVHYZB4lOA4IoIgf8Iq8i8m_ZGCG9929PJBkkT3m_YOI1vsEqf092zf2UsjwpHBWb9ikWcMGML58/s1600/TVG03.JPG" width="229" /></a></div>1964 brings the mega-popular Andy Williams and his young bride of a couple of years, French singer-actress Claudine Longet. The couple became estranged in the late-'60s, but remained married until 1975 when she took up with a handsome skier closer to her own age. In 1976, she shot the skier Spider Sabich to death, claiming an accident, but standing trial for his murder. Williams was at her side the entire time, but for his trouble she ran off with her defense attorney after the trial, coming back to serve a 30-day sentence for criminal negligence. Those two wed in 1985 and remain so to this day.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiClJU6JDf_kV6JiQeu-s_2CC9nqABZDRsElpmeTIf63udzoIumXuU4HmJNbGxRuzSN2ebB8ybK7ouzHjQhzr4dYhC983mF3BO9_UEx085zJtVOUy4ayQP31YSiip-1sNRHE5x3SrUUf-E/s1600/TVG03b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiClJU6JDf_kV6JiQeu-s_2CC9nqABZDRsElpmeTIf63udzoIumXuU4HmJNbGxRuzSN2ebB8ybK7ouzHjQhzr4dYhC983mF3BO9_UEx085zJtVOUy4ayQP31YSiip-1sNRHE5x3SrUUf-E/s320/TVG03b.JPG" width="218" /></a></div>Dig this colorful and kicky portrait of Cara Williams, who was debuting in <i>The Cara Williams Show</i> (which lasted only one season.) She was intended to be the next Lucille Ball, but it was not to be and she was retired completely by 1978. Incidentally, Ms. Williams (who is still alive today at eighty-eight!) is connected to the legendary Barrymore acting dynasty though her seven-year marriage to John Drew Barrymore (later the father of Drew) and their son John Blyth Barrymore, who acts in small roles in projects of low to moderate budgets. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMCNLZi19BtGrLTyxuHXSsgwrTYnTH4HXv2oFrkFSN8OxunD7lErRQWK0SU8gLqbK40FSIKV3FSZX_swWaNmq4G3lSL4lUh5Cp051Otik74qd_H27oeAd2fRKeT2IBR4LRUoaPoULcaZo/s1600/TVG03c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMCNLZi19BtGrLTyxuHXSsgwrTYnTH4HXv2oFrkFSN8OxunD7lErRQWK0SU8gLqbK40FSIKV3FSZX_swWaNmq4G3lSL4lUh5Cp051Otik74qd_H27oeAd2fRKeT2IBR4LRUoaPoULcaZo/s320/TVG03c.JPG" width="229" /></a></div>Here we see fresh-faced newcomer Mia Farrow, who was just beginning her stint on the hugely-popular primetime soap <i>Peyton Place</i>. Within a two years, she'd be off and running on a successful film career as well as entering a brief, but heavily-covered, marriage to Frank Sinatra. Her own life often played out wilder than the plotlines on <i>Peyton Place</i>, with composer Andre Previn leaving his wife of a decade for her, followed by a lengthy relationship with Woody Allen who ultimately left her for one of her own fifteen (!) children, many of which are adopted.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPbWhTnUnyVLRdDDKUr1_N_Wfc5qKWRgl9SbNz-OtctIPoN7Xc5G0kfPST7P8luhdqkDOSyKulXFiVlQElrIrjIjJ9s8cFbKKB7srwxCQs59Y5Tz6TBgpc8UgQLGgMzyP0xTXosFP_NmY/s1600/TVG03d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPbWhTnUnyVLRdDDKUr1_N_Wfc5qKWRgl9SbNz-OtctIPoN7Xc5G0kfPST7P8luhdqkDOSyKulXFiVlQElrIrjIjJ9s8cFbKKB7srwxCQs59Y5Tz6TBgpc8UgQLGgMzyP0xTXosFP_NmY/s320/TVG03d.JPG" width="213" /></a></div>Look at these sharp ladies, Marjorie Lord of <i>Make Room for Daddy</i>, "Jockhart" (see earlier photo!) from <i>Lassie</i>, Amanda Blake of <i>Gunsmoke</i> and Barbara Hale of <i>Perry Mason</i>. Only the childless Blake did not have offspring to take up acting as well. Lord is the mother of Anne Archer, Lockhart is Anne Lockhart's mom and Hale is the mother of William Katt.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzuL5Hq0ghYPLMgri5nX8ltEg7fTTbrQG7zADD7cfd2OPHYktvMKw2MGk8RcZFtvK9j7wfG2S-kuK4XhpRlnSQB_VMvFTMw54-h530z7YvhLgKaWs2GrI0uhvesEtFVThKcNpK-BlLDls/s1600/TVG03e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzuL5Hq0ghYPLMgri5nX8ltEg7fTTbrQG7zADD7cfd2OPHYktvMKw2MGk8RcZFtvK9j7wfG2S-kuK4XhpRlnSQB_VMvFTMw54-h530z7YvhLgKaWs2GrI0uhvesEtFVThKcNpK-BlLDls/s320/TVG03e.JPG" width="217" /></a></div>Strange as it may seem to most people, I have never really found Richard Chamberlain all that great looking, but I couldn't resist this cover because I think it presents him at close to his dreamiest. The star of <i>Dr. Kildare</i> is shown here with Daniela Bianchi, who did a three-part episode of Chamberlain's show and was red hot after having costarred in the James Bond film <b>From Russia with Love</b> (1963.)</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUp4FennyeSFYFQS7vUA4Bo4jSVMMw8BL6ICVDDehHbZi8aXomJPdjrRzDdDGqlQ8GBYqv8QA6j_Rl4VkQXANIUS09dIPQX8iR4voq4hwulZ4Qrj-Y_O_5FjkfOp98MJZjKfukg-riKeY/s1600/TVG04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUp4FennyeSFYFQS7vUA4Bo4jSVMMw8BL6ICVDDehHbZi8aXomJPdjrRzDdDGqlQ8GBYqv8QA6j_Rl4VkQXANIUS09dIPQX8iR4voq4hwulZ4Qrj-Y_O_5FjkfOp98MJZjKfukg-riKeY/s320/TVG04.jpg" width="216" /></a></div>Moving into 1965, most of us are familiar with the incredibly successful and popular sitcom <i>The Dick Van Dyke Show</i>, winner of fifteen Emmys and the recipient of many other nominations. It's stars, Van Dyke (who won three stautettes) and Mary Tyler Moore (who won two) were most often seen in clean and crisp, but everyday, clothing and in black and white, so this color cover of them in formal wear is a treat. After a few movies, she went into the phenomenally successful <i>The Mary Tyler Moore Show</i> while he also starred in many movies and scored two more moderate TV hits, <i>The New Dick Van Dyke Show</i> and, later, <i>Diagnosis Murder</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcotQwfhYJopHn9tp0Pm9GsTEzxSGhT6ee9-CMVuQOpQKQuOj2TE1fuI6gSiPvScyGS87Wgs6ndEp42natig5-Kgm4hVXl62O8m67c1S2ACmpLCiRjkoAOBNb82KMx4ChwQ54GBhmNFIA/s1600/TVG04b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcotQwfhYJopHn9tp0Pm9GsTEzxSGhT6ee9-CMVuQOpQKQuOj2TE1fuI6gSiPvScyGS87Wgs6ndEp42natig5-Kgm4hVXl62O8m67c1S2ACmpLCiRjkoAOBNb82KMx4ChwQ54GBhmNFIA/s320/TVG04b.JPG" width="213" /></a></div>Another gaggle of people most often seen in black and white were <i>The Munsters</i>, shown here in a color cover. As a kid, having never seen them in anything but the monochromatic reruns, it was a huge shock to discover that they were actually made up in shades of blue and green!</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeHBCcH8w7r8jcnGa6MOsLyCaMd48BVbCLf1YEYf0NKa4HMcKbvY45wHzmDGEvAaMckPXqoi_Btq10dvzN5I4vqHF3yOGvLqiX8LPwjT5mbMNc2Rxep0D1oJFGv0Mrv2rF1mxmskDPjM/s1600/TVG04c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeHBCcH8w7r8jcnGa6MOsLyCaMd48BVbCLf1YEYf0NKa4HMcKbvY45wHzmDGEvAaMckPXqoi_Btq10dvzN5I4vqHF3yOGvLqiX8LPwjT5mbMNc2Rxep0D1oJFGv0Mrv2rF1mxmskDPjM/s320/TVG04c.JPG" width="222" /></a></div>This is a neat shot of Anne Francis, then starring in her short-lived spy show<i> Honey West</i>. Francis made many movies and countless guest appearances on TV, but in the end lacked that one truly iconic role (with the closest probably being her part in the 1956 sci-fi classic <b>Forbidden Planet</b>.) In The Underworld, she's fondly remembered for her 1989 guest role on <i>The Golden Girls</i> in which she played the gag-loving old school chum of Bea Arthur.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpzD10s71VTzLnJEAkdLsPnaDMqFVtIYfxVVmeUvgjBVKy7469vgEGvU32Z852luolztTD6ssQ6pA3DLxLdj5rjjaZBRT8rl-uaC3rDShcqE1ryX9OHQeCzSRk8-1Q4y7yQAygg45M_ME/s1600/TVG04d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpzD10s71VTzLnJEAkdLsPnaDMqFVtIYfxVVmeUvgjBVKy7469vgEGvU32Z852luolztTD6ssQ6pA3DLxLdj5rjjaZBRT8rl-uaC3rDShcqE1ryX9OHQeCzSRk8-1Q4y7yQAygg45M_ME/s320/TVG04d.JPG" width="218" /></a></div><i>The Beverly Hillbillies </i>was a big hit, running for nine seasons (and living on in reruns forever after.) True, it might have worn out its welcome after a while, but I don't think anyone can deny the hilarity of Irene Ryan as Granny Clampett in those early years. Here, she cuts up with costars Donna "Elly Mae" Douglas and Nancy "Miss Jane Hathaway" Kulp, both of who, like the rest of the primary cast, were with the show for all of its run.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDYtcmK0pmslTqoctUwZSE9oUgGNh5vG6z2MoJw6obXpbp2gtRNBRuGYgV_g0WmGqlqAOIBi31yj9ZoBRr-o7iH2tNlbT5pIx5u7BloTeB_F-dQLPVOXX0XwBlea7lTAGJMVctnvweIxY/s1600/TVG04e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDYtcmK0pmslTqoctUwZSE9oUgGNh5vG6z2MoJw6obXpbp2gtRNBRuGYgV_g0WmGqlqAOIBi31yj9ZoBRr-o7iH2tNlbT5pIx5u7BloTeB_F-dQLPVOXX0XwBlea7lTAGJMVctnvweIxY/s320/TVG04e.JPG" width="212" /></a></div>Though it only ran for three seasons, <i>Gilligan's Island</i> has enjoyed about the same amount of cult love as <i>Hillbillies</i>. I like this beguiling shot of Tina Louise, who had a career-defining role in Ginger Grant, much to her displeasure. Not only did she resent the show, which she felt was beneath her talents, but she managed to alienate the bulk of her six costars, who happily embraced their cult status and went on to reunion after reunion with a variety of faux Gingers in Louise's place. Still, not one of them could touch the original.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4dT_CojpnufjxhV4VGsyt26kE3IybjfGOYkkxgURXCezKVvRqnLbhJA3lySlEtKdwSi8T_YzDmUWDRLdCpiPRzdXwEA-_-2ajavlPG_N8T0pZfPuCHcyXLxCPZ9LeyvUJzBoUiOMN1ss/s1600/TVG05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4dT_CojpnufjxhV4VGsyt26kE3IybjfGOYkkxgURXCezKVvRqnLbhJA3lySlEtKdwSi8T_YzDmUWDRLdCpiPRzdXwEA-_-2ajavlPG_N8T0pZfPuCHcyXLxCPZ9LeyvUJzBoUiOMN1ss/s320/TVG05.JPG" width="216" /></a></div>In 1966, we see Ryan O'Neal and Barbara Parkins, still with <i>Peyton Place</i>, though Mia Farrow was about to depart. Parkins would emerge as a key star of the show in her role of Betty Anderson, rising from dejected and rejected pregnant teen to a wealthy, powerful member of the community. Of course, we all know Parkins best from her role in the camp spectacle <b>Valley of the Dolls</b> (1967.) O'Neal went on a to a run of hit movies, but, sadly, also gave life to a quartet of children (by various wives and lovers) who were neglected and mishandled in varying degrees, leading to some major league problems for most of them.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRhWV5g0asEWV1p18zwpfG2gn2CD9zN4l6Hz1uhPT6EsEOTAwDBMGfBynLrKKoFL9AjeO9TTf4a6IqubpUuEOEJ_zrCGZFX6ZCSEjWiPqvFEIEDSt3Cw0PlY-73DlJbMxjFSzNJkm0Ak/s1600/TVG05b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRhWV5g0asEWV1p18zwpfG2gn2CD9zN4l6Hz1uhPT6EsEOTAwDBMGfBynLrKKoFL9AjeO9TTf4a6IqubpUuEOEJ_zrCGZFX6ZCSEjWiPqvFEIEDSt3Cw0PlY-73DlJbMxjFSzNJkm0Ak/s320/TVG05b.JPG" width="218" /></a></div>Look at the happy couple, Eva Gabor and Eddie Albert, who starred on <i>Green Acres</i> for six seasons. Compatible as they may appear, Albert was in reality thirteen years older than Gabor (though he ended up outliving her by a decade. Mr Albert lived to be ninety-nine, God love him!)</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrj_hCzQ8wEt6TXRSCeGTaw6UcFUYP6iWPMihu0vgON7sPu350drrpzGIh2ELjmZfKlp8L44F2yyLGVhGSHnGR1lZw9316-TWFNuoYz4bFyOkm6ywtZTsSS8LHVUEJrlDOhgR2TfNGC-E/s1600/TVG05c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrj_hCzQ8wEt6TXRSCeGTaw6UcFUYP6iWPMihu0vgON7sPu350drrpzGIh2ELjmZfKlp8L44F2yyLGVhGSHnGR1lZw9316-TWFNuoYz4bFyOkm6ywtZTsSS8LHVUEJrlDOhgR2TfNGC-E/s320/TVG05c.JPG" width="217" /></a></div>One thing I love about this old covers is that I get to see some of the members of my "disaster club," folks who worked in a 1970s disaster movie. To this point, we've had no less than five, but several more are to come. One is this man, Roy Thinnes, who was sucked out of the cockpit in <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2012/10/19-about-75.html" target="_blank">Airport 1975</a></b> (1974) and was blown to bits in <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/07/grilling-hindenburg.html" target="_blank">The Hindenburg</a> </b>(1975.) At this point, he was starring in a TV series rendition of <i>The Long, Hot Summer</i>, but would find more lasting fame from the later sci-show The Invaders. (Note to actors, if you want to assure one's self of at least a small cult following, do some science-fiction!) Thinnes was never really my type, but I think he looks very handsome here.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizNU4Z_Sx0M-OfD3A-t4eLR4PPliZZhGOoryQhW-Z_FXQIHeO7JPq51-d_d9rb2nlryfOXiKBXNyfuVldAt3ifA4uwFSyGA5IQ8QCs7NxzS2zw-usbSW4a7ufYCvN2fzC3An5JBBVeY-M/s1600/TVG05d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizNU4Z_Sx0M-OfD3A-t4eLR4PPliZZhGOoryQhW-Z_FXQIHeO7JPq51-d_d9rb2nlryfOXiKBXNyfuVldAt3ifA4uwFSyGA5IQ8QCs7NxzS2zw-usbSW4a7ufYCvN2fzC3An5JBBVeY-M/s320/TVG05d.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>Ready for a little skin? Here's TV's first<i> Tarzan</i>, Ron Ely, gracing the cover of this issue of TV Guide. Words can hardly describe the physical torment Ely was put through in making the two-seasons of <i>Tarzan</i>, which is the primary reason Mike Henry declined to appear in it. Far safer was his stint in 1980 as the friendly host of the game show <i>Face the Music</i>. Ely is still with us today at age seventy-five, but has not appeared on screen since 2001.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2KDZimI67uhJ4ju3v0Oe3GEUV5oSvVA-eafNrUC4LcPt6rqXZLbl4hB5xza2FCN7sgpTXmCoZGwTzzRNPcKTK4AyKb7IAURj6D8FSSXWPr4B51iKQdk9CXBc6hQqg-VORsj1nuAQ-C4/s1600/TVG05e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2KDZimI67uhJ4ju3v0Oe3GEUV5oSvVA-eafNrUC4LcPt6rqXZLbl4hB5xza2FCN7sgpTXmCoZGwTzzRNPcKTK4AyKb7IAURj6D8FSSXWPr4B51iKQdk9CXBc6hQqg-VORsj1nuAQ-C4/s320/TVG05e.JPG" width="220" /></a></div>Most of us know <i>The Man From U.N.C.L.E.</i> (about to be remade as a feature film, like countless other classic vintage TV series), but fewer know about the one-season of <i>The Girl from U.N.C.L.E.</i> That lighter spin-off starred <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-powers-to-ya.html" target="_blank">Stefanie Powers </a>as female spy April Dancer. Powers had far more success with the later show <i>Hart to Hart </i>with Robert Wagner. Nowadays, Powers on screen work is limited as she pursues her animal welfare interests in Kenya and takes part in stage work (she has been playing Tallulah Bankhead, her costar in 1965's <b>Die! Die! My Darling!</b>, in "Looped" on tour this year!) I recently read her auto-bio and found in lacking in details about her acting career and costars, preferring to focus on her travels and wildlife work (and containing a couple of glaring errors, too!)</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv2RhV47KexGbl0Ehr8ZlsiQp3CX3i6qSLtAUQ_wkOfDa9918RUYyOd6fh1BMNUYowKag4VpHrLKFUcPWF-8tUp_aQDDG0yPcxTcrL4cIo-RJchxB14r5c0g1RuqHOeItS_PREKvWFZ_w/s1600/TVG06.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv2RhV47KexGbl0Ehr8ZlsiQp3CX3i6qSLtAUQ_wkOfDa9918RUYyOd6fh1BMNUYowKag4VpHrLKFUcPWF-8tUp_aQDDG0yPcxTcrL4cIo-RJchxB14r5c0g1RuqHOeItS_PREKvWFZ_w/s320/TVG06.JPG" width="214" /></a></div>1967 brings the sitcom <i>He & She</i>, which starred real-life husband and wife Richard Benjamin and Paula Prentiss as well as Jack Cassidy. The show concerned a comic book artist whose creation ("Jet Man") is developed into a TV series starring an egocentric actor as the lead character. All three of these folks were Emmy-nominated, but ratings were high enough for it to last past one season. Benjamin and Prentiss married in 1961 and are still together today, fifty-two years later! (They even survived her own sister Ann becoming unhinged and plotting to kill Benjamin, among other crimes. Seriously!) I love Paula's mod look here.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZiJq2v7DjqtIXznzUw6y9hR67Jmj13KoYtu02-Q-13MGhL_CKjH5P_BBOADpiQuFJv1AC-vWnI8kyOXl-cKTTceQ-YWatFlxRu2Z8LyeBli4hmGfdc4n6pEaoHUUBWHzYYn_7gUFKaKE/s1600/TVG06b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZiJq2v7DjqtIXznzUw6y9hR67Jmj13KoYtu02-Q-13MGhL_CKjH5P_BBOADpiQuFJv1AC-vWnI8kyOXl-cKTTceQ-YWatFlxRu2Z8LyeBli4hmGfdc4n6pEaoHUUBWHzYYn_7gUFKaKE/s320/TVG06b.JPG" width="222" /></a></div>This was the year that <i><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/09/mission-worth-accepting.html" target="_blank">Mission: Impossible</a> </i>debuted (which would run for seven seasons in all.) The threesome shown here were the chief stars of the show, but Steven Hill would soon be edged out when his newfound religious practices clashed with the tight shooting schedule and Martin Landau and his real-life wife Barbara Bain (who won three Emmys in a row as spy Cinnamon Carter) left after the third season in a contract dispute. Hill resurfaced years later on <i>Law & Order</i> while the Landaus went into<a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/11/let-me-give-you-some-space.html" target="_blank"> <i>Space: 1999</i></a>. The Landaus divorced in 1993, which was surprising since they so often worked in tandem.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2ML7j8VmTPXmBbUWjeOFRRMclIMWo3KPJFMdh4DmYDYm5b5BQ0SMvvO3cxe7LIkyOOafWdIxnyFUz8p3Ft1NBM7ZaW6jdb4pmAZXQEFH2xgo-7KW6T-psApZbVJKI0BTwudJ09zdncc/s1600/TVG06c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2ML7j8VmTPXmBbUWjeOFRRMclIMWo3KPJFMdh4DmYDYm5b5BQ0SMvvO3cxe7LIkyOOafWdIxnyFUz8p3Ft1NBM7ZaW6jdb4pmAZXQEFH2xgo-7KW6T-psApZbVJKI0BTwudJ09zdncc/s320/TVG06c.JPG" width="207" /></a></div>If you are of a certain age, you'll recall when Hugh Downs and Barbara Walters used to co-host <i>20/20</i>, a primetime investigative news show. Some folks might not be aware that this was actually a reunion for them as they had once been partners on <i>The Today Show</i> as well. Check out Babs' blue eye shadow here.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWsa6r5swN6Mf00rGBEGs9v7k7Q0_on-igwtODym_zjZu-UukSoEaFB8BZ7wfGUQOf60g7IvnV1s52vU3iW_Zd9I4PSBuqTaSOpbbSRch0TK6FbTbdEzefGLQRVqqJOtRbxtPHtqNzNS8/s1600/TVG06d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWsa6r5swN6Mf00rGBEGs9v7k7Q0_on-igwtODym_zjZu-UukSoEaFB8BZ7wfGUQOf60g7IvnV1s52vU3iW_Zd9I4PSBuqTaSOpbbSRch0TK6FbTbdEzefGLQRVqqJOtRbxtPHtqNzNS8/s320/TVG06d.JPG" width="216" /></a></div>The two-season WWII action series <i>The Rat Patrol</i> offers up a few handsome fellas. Down in front in Lawrence Casey (sometimes billed as Larry Casey) while in the middle is Gary Raymond. (Mr. Raymond was denied a tribute here in The Underworld when my laptop was burglarized with a wealth of photos of him I'd amassed. maybe some day...) On the right is Christopher George, who often worked with his wife Lynda Day George (and who memorably shucked all his clothes for Playgirl magazine.) Day ultimately became Barbara Bain's replacement on <i>Mission</i>, too! They remained happily wed until his premature death in 1983 of a heart attack at only age fifty-two.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCRKN9JT_sGQ_cQjp5l6aDS7Qw_uVfmCFfgQbJ66I3yOAq_-EZT2_9cVNJT-fh5kh_esKDt6xiaHlwqx9i0fxbC3gyh8iRg0w2mNOndLHCl2CMo3k5xJN5Enb5rzhyphenhyphenH8aCYNwTjSV5fpU/s1600/TVG06e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCRKN9JT_sGQ_cQjp5l6aDS7Qw_uVfmCFfgQbJ66I3yOAq_-EZT2_9cVNJT-fh5kh_esKDt6xiaHlwqx9i0fxbC3gyh8iRg0w2mNOndLHCl2CMo3k5xJN5Enb5rzhyphenhyphenH8aCYNwTjSV5fpU/s320/TVG06e.JPG" width="216" /></a></div>A cult favorite sitcom came in the form of <i>The Mothers-in-Law</i>, about middle-aged neighbors with differing points of view whose children wed each other. Broad comedy was served up by brassy Kaye Ballard and the cutting Eve Arden in a show that only found moderate success. Unfortunately, a dispute over pay increases led to the exit of Ballard's on screen husband and when he was replaced, the already so-so ratings fell apart, leading to cancellation. Incidentally, this show was conceived with Arden and Ann Sothern in mind, but producers felt there wasn't enough contrast in their personalities/personas, so Ballard was utilized instead.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQtR9kLmmxEaRFYvyarsqzj0dy3dMojOGQKwfSyBPDfdopxcjYicDBD1IF04x9T6Cgtgherct6MZS70Ik6X4Kh4FfMQKnAZNry8UbMJu3-E35chd3RpIeIuCzVPsuvNBtCWBdsrBfym0/s1600/TVG07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQtR9kLmmxEaRFYvyarsqzj0dy3dMojOGQKwfSyBPDfdopxcjYicDBD1IF04x9T6Cgtgherct6MZS70Ik6X4Kh4FfMQKnAZNry8UbMJu3-E35chd3RpIeIuCzVPsuvNBtCWBdsrBfym0/s320/TVG07.JPG" width="220" /></a></div>Whew! Now we've hit 1968. Here we see Fess Parker of <i>Daniel Boone</i> and his TV wife and son. Parker had scored a massive hit with <i>Davy Crockett</i>, but since Disney had made the terminal error of staying true to life and killing Crockett at The Alamo, there was no viable way to continue those adventures. To capitalize on the Crockett craze, Parker was placed into a non-Disney series based on Boone, yet with a "coonskin cap" like Crockett even though Boone never donned such a thing in real life! Of course I recall his salmon-colored pants (and the loopy theme song) more than anything. The show lasted six seasons, starting in black and white and changing to garish color. Patricia Blair's red hair was almost psychedelic.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNigN9dPVjojTnl6YfjhOs31XId2Zq_gOPAmHkHYJLpOZT5cHZhdZSUzvRlY46m4Fyu9IQCdey8XZ821lZP8EjX77DcyQWs9TUXy2tvlls-1TUKTNBCRorvqz0pOxhpNRrdoHG0oTg4tc/s1600/TVG07b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNigN9dPVjojTnl6YfjhOs31XId2Zq_gOPAmHkHYJLpOZT5cHZhdZSUzvRlY46m4Fyu9IQCdey8XZ821lZP8EjX77DcyQWs9TUXy2tvlls-1TUKTNBCRorvqz0pOxhpNRrdoHG0oTg4tc/s320/TVG07b.JPG" width="214" /></a></div><i>Get Smart</i>, a popular spy spoof, had been on the air since 1965 (and would last until 1970) and it was eventually decided that the leads, Don Adams and Barbara Feldon, should wed on the show. By the fifth and final season, Feldon had delivered TV twins, a boy and a girl. In real life, she wed the producer of the show in 1968. Dig that 1960s wedding headgear... Adams picked up three Emmys for the show while Feldon had to settle for two nominations. In 1995, a revival of the show was attempted, with Adams and Feldon working with their son (played by Andy Dick!), but it flopped after just seven episodes.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDBopLrI9M_Vtm359C5Hw7Rae81peQkPWtGr81YPf1m07NdnnSAc649xztBp21RL_tB3LXt45CcDn_FXWFK2d4-VDL7E66sDctCbH58AR-UjWXPeSlUymdOeZUivasA0swhOw4U9e-d0k/s1600/TVG07c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDBopLrI9M_Vtm359C5Hw7Rae81peQkPWtGr81YPf1m07NdnnSAc649xztBp21RL_tB3LXt45CcDn_FXWFK2d4-VDL7E66sDctCbH58AR-UjWXPeSlUymdOeZUivasA0swhOw4U9e-d0k/s320/TVG07c.JPG" width="211" /></a></div>The other night on the Emmy Awards, Miss Diahann Carroll made an appearance commemorating her landmark Emmy nomination fifty years prior (for a role on <i>The Naked City</i>.) Her chief claim to fame with regards to television was her series<i> Julia</i>, in which for the first time a black woman was regularly shown to be independent, successful and the central focus of a program. The show only ran for two seasons, but that was of Carroll's own choosing. She won a Golden Globe for <i>Julia</i>, but was only nominated for an Emmy. She does look snazzy in her jacket and turtleneck here.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEJJgzCHIYwBTaJM3F7B3WIfD1vcyvimSmspp6_wcJwNFm3NcV0C0Y09V9yeIVWLyPggTKs3idmgBB962-sOko3RzX3Gd57e4eldtactys9PlBIKko5kp8isJEkVm9T4Q0E1__LNsGuP8/s1600/TVG07d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEJJgzCHIYwBTaJM3F7B3WIfD1vcyvimSmspp6_wcJwNFm3NcV0C0Y09V9yeIVWLyPggTKs3idmgBB962-sOko3RzX3Gd57e4eldtactys9PlBIKko5kp8isJEkVm9T4Q0E1__LNsGuP8/s320/TVG07d.JPG" width="226" /></a></div>The focus of TV programming was continually skewing young, exemplified by <i>The Mod Squad</i>, an Aaron Spelling-produced crime drama about three juvenile delinquents who are enlisted into the police force to help solve youth-oriented crimes. This at a time when police were considered the enemy among their generation. The show ran for five seasons, there was a reunion movie in 1979 and then a remake (natch) for the big screen in 1999.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2uoPM_ZXUm1qNyojB8zwx7unIOLVap8Nk7WXG4u3lHYYVlAXa5_cns5VJi4gcLXMtGvVDwj9VRJN7CF_xT36Q-puwZAr8K30fLcj61IklJxiOu033jrSt1mVJ-1pwtS6xh8EOgQRjP1g/s1600/TVG07e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2uoPM_ZXUm1qNyojB8zwx7unIOLVap8Nk7WXG4u3lHYYVlAXa5_cns5VJi4gcLXMtGvVDwj9VRJN7CF_xT36Q-puwZAr8K30fLcj61IklJxiOu033jrSt1mVJ-1pwtS6xh8EOgQRjP1g/s320/TVG07e.JPG" width="214" /></a></div>The casting scenario of <i>The Flying Nun</i> is rather curious. Young Sally Field had beaten out seventy-five contenders for the part of <i>Gidget</i>, but the show was creamed in the ratings and cancelled after one season. However, reruns of that show took off like crazy! ABC wasn't prepared to renew it, but in order to capitalize on their hot new teen star, they eighty-sixed Ronne Troup (who was already second choice after Patty Duke declined the role) from the pilot of <i>The Flying Nun</i>, placing Field in it instead. <i>Nun</i> ran for three seasons. The part was a source of humiliation to her for years afterward, though she got the last laugh when she won two Best Actress Oscars. Later, she returned to TV with <i>Brothers & Sisters</i> and copped an Emmy.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyc8u98aBq7Ec6qnwxmsUe8dhlfZzrZnBJJjIowim-vc6i6IrP5kxzT_BN4JRR8N8hJPoZlsQfIO1B9Q_lfaB_GtKju3dpmniSjKujaDMKHmlVE0aDzFqsD7dEe7sP15o73lK7xJjWE-8/s1600/TVG08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyc8u98aBq7Ec6qnwxmsUe8dhlfZzrZnBJJjIowim-vc6i6IrP5kxzT_BN4JRR8N8hJPoZlsQfIO1B9Q_lfaB_GtKju3dpmniSjKujaDMKHmlVE0aDzFqsD7dEe7sP15o73lK7xJjWE-8/s320/TVG08.JPG" width="221" /></a></div>The decade is coming to a close now with <i>Marcus Welby, M.D.</i>, a beloved medical series that starred Robert Young and, as his younger sidekick, <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/10/carry-on-james.html" target="_blank">James Brolin</a>. Both gentlemen won Emmys for the show as well as Golden Globes (Brolin took home two of those.) Running for seven seasons, Young saw to quite a few patients during the run of the series. Interestingly, the former <i>Father Knows Best </i>star was shown working at the home of The Cleavers from <i>Leave it to Beaver</i>, as Dr. Welby's office was situated in their old homestead!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVM402AMgFyHyJK1mjIN-9tlZ-mjm6FbhKb0vhINPdimkr203doEp9pnEuOGsVc0MrsEgRGYHdxa6mwGN6_Sm8nwQYVLedYJnR4VTI4vaPfWjJGiJfnc_ALXkezdCajtI8seeUY5AlcA/s1600/TVG08b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVM402AMgFyHyJK1mjIN-9tlZ-mjm6FbhKb0vhINPdimkr203doEp9pnEuOGsVc0MrsEgRGYHdxa6mwGN6_Sm8nwQYVLedYJnR4VTI4vaPfWjJGiJfnc_ALXkezdCajtI8seeUY5AlcA/s320/TVG08b.JPG" width="220" /></a></div>Here are some of the stars of <i>Family Affair</i>, with the aforementioned Sebastian Cabot and the "twins" of the show, Anissa Jones and Johnnie Whittaker. The five-season sitcom starred Brian Keith, who had enjoyed working with Whittaker in <b>The Russians are Coming, the Russians are Coming</b> (1966) and suggested him for this series despite his considerable youth. You can read more about the ill-fated Jones <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/01/buffed-out.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQbHtGVM8pMjRGUjGbr-9wp6lloow82fwcwI2QELxlOb1-Kh0Z-v7j6qWKaDYcBqeKRM90eawZTuTq3FkLTbJoihuOmcefUc8mvVmZeD-MJRZQSN0wdGTbU9xE8j5yNV_ACQFG3c_dpgY/s1600/TVG08c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQbHtGVM8pMjRGUjGbr-9wp6lloow82fwcwI2QELxlOb1-Kh0Z-v7j6qWKaDYcBqeKRM90eawZTuTq3FkLTbJoihuOmcefUc8mvVmZeD-MJRZQSN0wdGTbU9xE8j5yNV_ACQFG3c_dpgY/s320/TVG08c.JPG" width="219" /></a></div>Having stayed on the nation's airwaves in one form of another since <i>I Love Lucy</i>, Miss Lucille Ball (looking quite waxen here!) brought her kids into the act with 1968's <i>Here's Lucy</i>. The show ran until 1974 though Desi Arnaz Jr left after three seasons and Lucie Arnaz only appeared in about half of the series' episodes. (What is with her creepy eyebrows?!) After this, Ball didn't do another regular series until 1986 when her ballyhooed comeback <i>Life with Lucy</i> flopped terribly. She didn't act again on screen after that one.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6yKzLqnNe5cgiigrU8CNypHzr6WvpvMU3wiRNDgfXqrpQXSdVoemG8WDWW8QBD2-He1VOfY6pral2q_1ovWX3Fmn5BCP3tRXihniQIEYrKcLow2hU8z1duqE3A1jg-s5fFv14IEq4zN0/s1600/TVG08d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6yKzLqnNe5cgiigrU8CNypHzr6WvpvMU3wiRNDgfXqrpQXSdVoemG8WDWW8QBD2-He1VOfY6pral2q_1ovWX3Fmn5BCP3tRXihniQIEYrKcLow2hU8z1duqE3A1jg-s5fFv14IEq4zN0/s320/TVG08d.JPG" width="215" /></a></div>An uncharacteristically serious Merv Griffin adorns this issue's cover. Griffin began as a band singer before trying his hand at acting, hosting game shows and finally becoming a talk show icon. His bid to dethrone Johnny Carson, however, was all for naught. It wasn't until he had a syndicated chat fest that he really became a household name. Later, he created the staggering hit game shows <i>Wheel of Fortune</i> and <i>Jeopardy</i>, both of which have outlasted him. I recently read a fanciful "biography" on him by Darwin Porter that ranks as one of the most outrageous, lurid and tasteless books of that sort that I can recall. I simply couldn't put it down! But I believe precious little of it...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMOXgAefWG3rvuLOJBBugrc8EgqKADlABnFcJ53t88A3571QKh5doTDnnoGLvHPQkm6t4GHDbSXOrNoNg4sOQ4mzKQTktoFpi8qYRHB_CeS5qHln6V8hpBgx9xeG3ww4bTU7A2PFjJbE/s1600/TVG08e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMOXgAefWG3rvuLOJBBugrc8EgqKADlABnFcJ53t88A3571QKh5doTDnnoGLvHPQkm6t4GHDbSXOrNoNg4sOQ4mzKQTktoFpi8qYRHB_CeS5qHln6V8hpBgx9xeG3ww4bTU7A2PFjJbE/s320/TVG08e.JPG" width="212" /></a></div>In The Underworld, we love Irwin Allen, whether it be his disaster flicks or his kicky TV series, and <i>Land of the Giants</i> is a favorite. This is thanks in no small part to the cuteness of star <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/12/going-conway.html" target="_blank">Gary Conway</a> and the colorful clothing, campy worn by the female stars (one of who, Deanna Lund, is shown here.) In real life, Lund married her other Giants costar Don Matheson while Conway wed Miss America 1957 Marian McKnight. <br /><br />This marks the end of our "Guide"-ed tour and - hey! - did you happen to notice that there was not one price increase within this ten-year stretch? Every issue was 15 cents!! As a matter of fact, TV Guide was 15 cents from its inception in 1948 (first as a New York City local, then national in 1953) until mid-1974 when it jumped to a quarter per issue. I find that remarkable (and a little depressing when you think of the way inflation has gotten for us now...) I quit buying it years ago, but I believe it's $3.99 a pop now!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBe6YmUqYaCqHVbW9FseGPZvgwNswAspy-b-8EhHRX_NdTQeyuMQI6gwKshkzYxi8wcKrIHhLx_kftKG88tllfUmM4y4vrqE_TQcBeUNJPuo2WmfhtLgA7QpOiwEK2X0XjbpyapcV51xs/s1600/TVG15b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBe6YmUqYaCqHVbW9FseGPZvgwNswAspy-b-8EhHRX_NdTQeyuMQI6gwKshkzYxi8wcKrIHhLx_kftKG88tllfUmM4y4vrqE_TQcBeUNJPuo2WmfhtLgA7QpOiwEK2X0XjbpyapcV51xs/s320/TVG15b.JPG" width="218" /></a></div>Bonus: In my search for covers, I came upon a couple of hooty items. In many households, it seemingly became a habit to draw on the covers of the family's copy of TV Guide. In fact, I recall some neighbors across the street doing this! I was always far too in awe of the stars to deface them in any way, but I would sometimes see their scribblings on the covers of their magazines. Thus, a perfectly nice portrait of Robert Stack like this one at right...<br /><br />...became a sort of Fun Manchu/Satanic thing after revisions.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99DBNAxCig2sSQ4C2L1F-tFzsyuvQST21ROC2QzFd-QBw1cP5N1nVPvvqMDtxmjEuXd-KxyDmQGzpvHyabn3It9ve7rkv3xnG4Bgf408ShTvdVLFS7uypjPxBGo6GbkGo4N8IrhODYIg/s1600/TVG15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99DBNAxCig2sSQ4C2L1F-tFzsyuvQST21ROC2QzFd-QBw1cP5N1nVPvvqMDtxmjEuXd-KxyDmQGzpvHyabn3It9ve7rkv3xnG4Bgf408ShTvdVLFS7uypjPxBGo6GbkGo4N8IrhODYIg/s320/TVG15.JPG" width="225" /></a></div>The above-seen shot of Andy Williams and Claudine Longet got a bit of augmentation. (Do you think the owner of this issue was a Spider Sabich fan??)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR-Qg45c7pG_gPt3-WsyLdZeFxclLGMqZ-QylyETiH1h_DoHFWdxAmGJRLY5NVScGrTa0jecTCYM4AxQiIahyX_t8-z7tmbeuLOgcycII-ZKoyWmc13eq7_9vkH4eolcpCJkxuv10Lhyphenhyphen0/s1600/TVG15d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR-Qg45c7pG_gPt3-WsyLdZeFxclLGMqZ-QylyETiH1h_DoHFWdxAmGJRLY5NVScGrTa0jecTCYM4AxQiIahyX_t8-z7tmbeuLOgcycII-ZKoyWmc13eq7_9vkH4eolcpCJkxuv10Lhyphenhyphen0/s320/TVG15d.JPG" width="217" /></a></div>Pernell Roberts of <i>Bonanza</i> and guest star Kathie Browne made an attractive pair...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIvbF2uGcpkxbUiesjVi5KxchydcWPirtGik0z3TNDabpUEkV-gZQmMfEQn-4iDUFhSbuzfIwRm4UFnWlWXaOahCsYWFgahA-aj6aQZTYrm4dz3zdg5oyik8izVKTYF52hXgDtmfqpww/s1600/TVG15a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIvbF2uGcpkxbUiesjVi5KxchydcWPirtGik0z3TNDabpUEkV-gZQmMfEQn-4iDUFhSbuzfIwRm4UFnWlWXaOahCsYWFgahA-aj6aQZTYrm4dz3zdg5oyik8izVKTYF52hXgDtmfqpww/s320/TVG15a.jpg" width="219" /></a></div>...until some burgeoning Picasso got ahold of them!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5Mq-nk0BSruVAUReM5n-NpVWIW7cwldDLB5-v3Nb8U9VRBPJcTot993h0tOH73rhdTzpDanaEVTV2yDUDevQgyPzuGMe35-lzEGh_eVfHFe6EkqPo_xA9DzXxJ3b2bTW-5mcQ2iCHKI/s1600/TVG15c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5Mq-nk0BSruVAUReM5n-NpVWIW7cwldDLB5-v3Nb8U9VRBPJcTot993h0tOH73rhdTzpDanaEVTV2yDUDevQgyPzuGMe35-lzEGh_eVfHFe6EkqPo_xA9DzXxJ3b2bTW-5mcQ2iCHKI/s320/TVG15c.JPG" width="222" /></a></div>Lastly, in a copy of TV Guide perhaps found among Joan Crawford's belongings (?), we see a newly-edited version of one of Loretta Young's covers.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FawfBUAyESWhooS3iH7c9EQkKAr2QyAOBOlqxmavycdNEoQBTZF0B_ZOq2QgZXTs8lYxOzRcG0RkbrAQo5GNyRZssf1Ky7BXxE7xi8QBDs5_oNnAlJ0yeNMH4Qm-6LqKuSU4dGb2rHY/s1600/TVG15e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FawfBUAyESWhooS3iH7c9EQkKAr2QyAOBOlqxmavycdNEoQBTZF0B_ZOq2QgZXTs8lYxOzRcG0RkbrAQo5GNyRZssf1Ky7BXxE7xi8QBDs5_oNnAlJ0yeNMH4Qm-6LqKuSU4dGb2rHY/s320/TVG15e.JPG" width="220" /></a></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-38639185943965154802013-09-18T06:50:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:27:11.804-08:00Hooray for Hollywood?...not today, chickens! Here we have a series of quotes (with pictures of the people who provided them, natch!) from celebrities biting the hand of the town that fed them (or perhaps in a couple of cases just gave them a snack before sending them on their way.) In no particular order:<br /><br />"In Hollywood if you don't have a shrink, people think you're crazy." -- game and talk show host Johnny Carson.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_g7VFK7y4bryfC_t24Ehy-LNMbc-wwfOPfphO6y9ri0cw4YCWXDmw9HJO3ePrpFMgpXUEFbyhTQk2ItEFWYRjMN3Y-GTOxgnQXgXqOoPMEE03UbzyrGaO8q_hCND1duxZDvroTj1pU8/s1600/QT00.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_g7VFK7y4bryfC_t24Ehy-LNMbc-wwfOPfphO6y9ri0cw4YCWXDmw9HJO3ePrpFMgpXUEFbyhTQk2ItEFWYRjMN3Y-GTOxgnQXgXqOoPMEE03UbzyrGaO8q_hCND1duxZDvroTj1pU8/s320/QT00.JPG" width="248" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>"Hollywood amuses me. Holier-than-thou for the public and unholier-than-the-devil in reality" -- Oscar-winning actress Grace Kelly (who allegedly knew of which she spoke!)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrJiuwXcW6RxzRBYCYXPqVbRg6tinThL33DJhRYsD0Z0LUbDWmbeY0YmHdIhc5ZM5vxWZWiIgw9d0I3RcKZymwfX5BaSW5ZUWbRdexUFxqAzD7jQ_1K2u_qok6Cju_Stjub-tmbatJUu8/s1600/QT00b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrJiuwXcW6RxzRBYCYXPqVbRg6tinThL33DJhRYsD0Z0LUbDWmbeY0YmHdIhc5ZM5vxWZWiIgw9d0I3RcKZymwfX5BaSW5ZUWbRdexUFxqAzD7jQ_1K2u_qok6Cju_Stjub-tmbatJUu8/s320/QT00b.JPG" width="254" /></a></div><br />"It's somehow symbolic of Hollywood that Tara was just a facade, with no rooms inside." -- David O. Selznick (producer of <b>Gone with the Wind</b>, 1939.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQeaSOppfayvb0ij2oORUA48847aXE4OEtJpPB0YkiMLWWLPlxwHTynzsqYMwYGVE15tFe4v22ihtlMYX6OBh9UH5V1hko1nU29QQnp2eELo67wmHq3jzbshpgvmjAmjODcdA-sSTLX4/s1600/QT00c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQeaSOppfayvb0ij2oORUA48847aXE4OEtJpPB0YkiMLWWLPlxwHTynzsqYMwYGVE15tFe4v22ihtlMYX6OBh9UH5V1hko1nU29QQnp2eELo67wmHq3jzbshpgvmjAmjODcdA-sSTLX4/s320/QT00c.JPG" width="272" /></a></div><br />"Is Hollywood the cruelest city in the world? Well, it can be. New York can be that, too. You can be a Broadway star here one night, and something happens, and out--nobody knows you on the street. They forget you ever lived. It happens in Hollywood, too." -- Buster Keaton (silent film genius, later reduced to bit parts in teen/beach party movies.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3eWoikr2gUYEcugVv43VhS0Xb3kYsY98vRcrhXlQvcFRsF9gaOxAjLyijB71EKv9hckyFLLPUV_MYYOmNJCsF4NdPlmraU1AL7kdM4tE0SSSkifRucv8yCXEnRNSmYq3yBaPd8fI5zcw/s1600/QT00d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3eWoikr2gUYEcugVv43VhS0Xb3kYsY98vRcrhXlQvcFRsF9gaOxAjLyijB71EKv9hckyFLLPUV_MYYOmNJCsF4NdPlmraU1AL7kdM4tE0SSSkifRucv8yCXEnRNSmYq3yBaPd8fI5zcw/s320/QT00d.JPG" width="260" /></a></div><br />"People in Hollywood are not showmen, they're maintenance men, pandering to what they think their audiences want." -- writer-director of, among others, <b>Monty Python and the Holy Grail </b>(1975), <b>Brazil</b> (1985) and <b>The Fisher King</b> (1991), Terry Gilliam.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2yYA2Ta8pB2wGqNQ_xBndVw7mSr84TgEd0S-HC0GMEL6qtsnge6Qs0t5Thoh0BVz74dHZoJkeyp-AUsOjJqFm3bDc8fk7bd4_4dzHUxbIlZ8pI5Zqzi5UKIcVDo_hNbwt0CnpDaLlyx4/s1600/QT01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2yYA2Ta8pB2wGqNQ_xBndVw7mSr84TgEd0S-HC0GMEL6qtsnge6Qs0t5Thoh0BVz74dHZoJkeyp-AUsOjJqFm3bDc8fk7bd4_4dzHUxbIlZ8pI5Zqzi5UKIcVDo_hNbwt0CnpDaLlyx4/s320/QT01.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />"In Hollywood the woods are full of people that learned to write but evidently can't read. If they could read their stuff, they'd stop writing." -- actor and folksy humorist Will Rogers.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJffLYLexH8_oLi6Gjwc8EgpNc6dTL7whKsZPIvVsxJEYtn2K6IG6acv9st8p3PdHbT0y3gC_HtpKMhbh7vxkNrjcKFSo6R9eiyW5kfWW5wUywxw1lQ0J9JfJZuXMBCuMQQemwbou9-I/s1600/QT01b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJffLYLexH8_oLi6Gjwc8EgpNc6dTL7whKsZPIvVsxJEYtn2K6IG6acv9st8p3PdHbT0y3gC_HtpKMhbh7vxkNrjcKFSo6R9eiyW5kfWW5wUywxw1lQ0J9JfJZuXMBCuMQQemwbou9-I/s320/QT01b.JPG" width="242" /></a></div><br />"You can take all the sincerity in Hollywood, place it in the navel of a fruit fly and still have room enough for three caraway seeds and a producer's heart." -- comedic actor and game show panelist Fred Allen.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8O7c-9t5Oyu9JXGvzaSA48_DDBgTy2Whmf1NCQiF21PGXkaAijgx5fhbS3AImAJC1QtB-OsBW6V2RLe2zZuvlxQNT-ZASzbHgRXVl7EaOaoBYmEjW_ei_HUs7yLMQqEuDlBVGgW1iBbk/s1600/QT01c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8O7c-9t5Oyu9JXGvzaSA48_DDBgTy2Whmf1NCQiF21PGXkaAijgx5fhbS3AImAJC1QtB-OsBW6V2RLe2zZuvlxQNT-ZASzbHgRXVl7EaOaoBYmEjW_ei_HUs7yLMQqEuDlBVGgW1iBbk/s320/QT01c.JPG" width="246" /></a></div><br />"The honors Hollywood has for the writer are as dubious as tissue-paper cuff links." -- Oscar-winning writer as well as producer Ben Hecht.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs8DVCGKU2dEWlphUay5wYS6LrqVGIq8GKxA8Clm_TYM9wL1n3sCMA6mtN4yyIOCXCDvYMWPStcGclcYjfkDSSeGAmUmtEhOt3xfs4Ut1FwvrGYShZkQ5rR5z_Cxmd5uNhZnm6Cjz_l4/s1600/QT01d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs8DVCGKU2dEWlphUay5wYS6LrqVGIq8GKxA8Clm_TYM9wL1n3sCMA6mtN4yyIOCXCDvYMWPStcGclcYjfkDSSeGAmUmtEhOt3xfs4Ut1FwvrGYShZkQ5rR5z_Cxmd5uNhZnm6Cjz_l4/s320/QT01d.JPG" width="256" /></a></div><br />"Hollywood is a place where they place you under contract instead of under observation." -- famous radio & newspaper columnist Walter Winchell.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1fh7sUlMNRJyuRXY7l2kFOUlgsqvAF1wTNDZmJMH0e9jeeNnMnRcOCHizjl9OOnzcK8wER4oyj4dJgmqpMihBkuxT8t4nMFwBUZsqOLSho_rwBcVdf1gd1N4cWTbUn5psTT2B-0jyXQ/s1600/QT02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1fh7sUlMNRJyuRXY7l2kFOUlgsqvAF1wTNDZmJMH0e9jeeNnMnRcOCHizjl9OOnzcK8wER4oyj4dJgmqpMihBkuxT8t4nMFwBUZsqOLSho_rwBcVdf1gd1N4cWTbUn5psTT2B-0jyXQ/s320/QT02.JPG" width="250" /></a></div><br />"In Europe an actor is an artist. In Hollywood, if he isn't working, he's a bum." -- Oscar-winning actor Anthony Quinn.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjk3wFSLdTkQtPNegiKtKr1E5WXzDm1AcPZpB_IRmU93CEvS_0-hmY0gu8h8TEBsoKrkfUBLXbX4iV_o5nMW0WChSwGQHJBnybdZRAkzt7nkfPnbSt4z9OlJ0WcYvNZTq3J6sRbCCQPs4/s1600/QT02b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjk3wFSLdTkQtPNegiKtKr1E5WXzDm1AcPZpB_IRmU93CEvS_0-hmY0gu8h8TEBsoKrkfUBLXbX4iV_o5nMW0WChSwGQHJBnybdZRAkzt7nkfPnbSt4z9OlJ0WcYvNZTq3J6sRbCCQPs4/s320/QT02b.JPG" width="275" /></a></div><br />"Ah, stardom! They put your name on a star in the sidewalk on Hollywood Boulevard and you walk down and find a pile of dog manure on it. That tells the whole story, baby." -- Oscar-winning actor (and hard drinker) Lee Marvin.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qFdUTwZVaQzbkbg_wpRv6YtQnsKBtgDNGoGiNPg6iq-0-00L0spQo-eiiGuR4XJ7Kh8W16hR-shWMBTu7uifZUl_5AXeSXmzEFjBPtfTy3ub6pfJWG3Bd_WKksbUhdAgzZDWMClsEYc/s1600/QT02c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qFdUTwZVaQzbkbg_wpRv6YtQnsKBtgDNGoGiNPg6iq-0-00L0spQo-eiiGuR4XJ7Kh8W16hR-shWMBTu7uifZUl_5AXeSXmzEFjBPtfTy3ub6pfJWG3Bd_WKksbUhdAgzZDWMClsEYc/s320/QT02c.JPG" width="258" /></a></div><br />"I find Hollywood really toxic." -- Oscar-winning actress Rachel Wiesz<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjALLDSyRRyhjSOms1oj_n6zxxcr_pi6ZU8kzUNkRRJj2Vk-qL2Oc37EJyDsAlfGSOR1rpc41VssksssEU3FEoJepVliPzbOCIvaYLMkOK-jkHflK5z0UHwU00EfwAVBrMbfIYFVZ-6o/s1600/QT02d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjALLDSyRRyhjSOms1oj_n6zxxcr_pi6ZU8kzUNkRRJj2Vk-qL2Oc37EJyDsAlfGSOR1rpc41VssksssEU3FEoJepVliPzbOCIvaYLMkOK-jkHflK5z0UHwU00EfwAVBrMbfIYFVZ-6o/s320/QT02d.JPG" width="233" /></a></div><br />"I have been asked if I ever get the DTs; I don't know; it's hard to tell where Hollywood ends and the DTs begin." -- perennial tippler and comedic actor W. C. Fields.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgge3sJXpvTOuoayLUPRgYeE86OrVZq_Ob6LbZ1IwSfrcnAAvlHi4TG5y5LWnuGJqW71wlInZjwsTfKxLHDQKb8mdhQjzVsvqTx42y6oFi-bUIbqsMSasFVK-negfeeDoPYYQF5xkSJM_o/s1600/QT03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgge3sJXpvTOuoayLUPRgYeE86OrVZq_Ob6LbZ1IwSfrcnAAvlHi4TG5y5LWnuGJqW71wlInZjwsTfKxLHDQKb8mdhQjzVsvqTx42y6oFi-bUIbqsMSasFVK-negfeeDoPYYQF5xkSJM_o/s320/QT03.JPG" width="264" /></a></div><br />"No one's ever happy with their position [in Hollywood]. You hear that from people you'd never dream would complain." -- TV actress Yasmine Bleeth.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSH27O8YSrrQ3Zu-XvtOK0yAXZgQc9ta80J0qMtRjW1FTfu_LoXojF0V_kb1_W2cDFiU6LSiZaXTZITL-WCA7sYr_RlyYJL5GEg5HDz6q1vRMa6Qdt2VqdJUibzbvEBKFAO0YTu4hG4a8/s1600/QT03b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSH27O8YSrrQ3Zu-XvtOK0yAXZgQc9ta80J0qMtRjW1FTfu_LoXojF0V_kb1_W2cDFiU6LSiZaXTZITL-WCA7sYr_RlyYJL5GEg5HDz6q1vRMa6Qdt2VqdJUibzbvEBKFAO0YTu4hG4a8/s320/QT03b.JPG" width="242" /></a></div><br />"I'm not bitter about Hollywood's treatment of me, but of its treatment of Griffith, von Sternberg, Buster Keaton, and a hundred others." -- filmmaker Orson Welles, an Oscar-winner for writing <b>Citizen Kane </b>(1941), one of the most highly-acclaimed movies ever made.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx68pltVhcHOAfS6RvVGH-MvbuenhVLUUzgU-X0yyZI7Y6qETEzIMeVdrGhDymj66baMzmFMvOMdcoRb-BGT4MIff7RFG1J0xWjHFT5FpgwLLnshAxUPpv1B8fl7bvOWmkNF2vxEeDMDA/s1600/QT03c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx68pltVhcHOAfS6RvVGH-MvbuenhVLUUzgU-X0yyZI7Y6qETEzIMeVdrGhDymj66baMzmFMvOMdcoRb-BGT4MIff7RFG1J0xWjHFT5FpgwLLnshAxUPpv1B8fl7bvOWmkNF2vxEeDMDA/s320/QT03c.JPG" width="231" /></a></div><br />"I always thought the real violence in Hollywood isn't what's on the screen. It's what you have to do to raise the money." -- playwright, screenwriter (of <b>The Untouchables</b>, 1987, and <b>Glengarry Glen Ross</b>, 1992) and director David Mamet.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqx0Gafu_GZoM_dO92WAcOMTZXwE8OSKFYthKm3c4r69CJGf3ITdN9MIjkSX1vGKX44J8ETSR5AF-Alw1x1SDhBWxCFA6h596ophWcV9WvIMGdlvo1_WoMRXqv1Zcytmk0Fg-Qo8eH14/s1600/QT03d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqx0Gafu_GZoM_dO92WAcOMTZXwE8OSKFYthKm3c4r69CJGf3ITdN9MIjkSX1vGKX44J8ETSR5AF-Alw1x1SDhBWxCFA6h596ophWcV9WvIMGdlvo1_WoMRXqv1Zcytmk0Fg-Qo8eH14/s320/QT03d.JPG" width="246" /></a></div><br />"My attitude about Hollywood is that I wouldn't walk across the street to pull one of those executives out of the snow if he was bleeding to death. Not unless I was paid for it. None of them ever did me any favors." -- actor James Woods.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ffauIzctt54k6kq2gPAbgdnI96xoYJkAEPtJwFGErvr8LgWknqN5kCVM53P5YEgxHXCvoDnITrHp6YvkHo2V7bHExGww8Rx_uAdm5ocEejKRTI7U2ITg_Tg7v9D1Hk0cBqTvKfY7QM4/s1600/QT04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ffauIzctt54k6kq2gPAbgdnI96xoYJkAEPtJwFGErvr8LgWknqN5kCVM53P5YEgxHXCvoDnITrHp6YvkHo2V7bHExGww8Rx_uAdm5ocEejKRTI7U2ITg_Tg7v9D1Hk0cBqTvKfY7QM4/s320/QT04.JPG" width="255" /></a></div><br />"Hollywood didn't kill Marilyn Monroe, it's the Marilyn Monroes who are killing Hollywood." -- multiple Oscar-winning writer-director Billy Wilder.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-55hPjctizBl6A_usyOfVZPk7i8x-Scms_zncVNv7GSubWAqk6OjA3rPpm71IZigJkYDVnnCOsCFqNsbLajNy0y3BQ8DnYYLaEiTf2wJbaXGWXPqMtgmYcrS5pGhfCSC9ZdZhfw8eWkg/s1600/QT04b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-55hPjctizBl6A_usyOfVZPk7i8x-Scms_zncVNv7GSubWAqk6OjA3rPpm71IZigJkYDVnnCOsCFqNsbLajNy0y3BQ8DnYYLaEiTf2wJbaXGWXPqMtgmYcrS5pGhfCSC9ZdZhfw8eWkg/s320/QT04b.JPG" width="264" /></a></div><br />"Hollywood is loneliness beside the swimming pool." -- Norwegian actress and very temporary California transplant Liv Ullmann.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBK8Aoqrk7SzpvmPTjdORPgAlyok8Dzc-sRmRbU6l9ewCggceOi68cVzWFiDFPz84tkw1Lmob53D7sd1KtuRN8MPnKl956n_PXnrjIG_mYJVz3aYVA0QqBniWIxpLyesTiYQXP8Vk-aBk/s1600/QT04c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBK8Aoqrk7SzpvmPTjdORPgAlyok8Dzc-sRmRbU6l9ewCggceOi68cVzWFiDFPz84tkw1Lmob53D7sd1KtuRN8MPnKl956n_PXnrjIG_mYJVz3aYVA0QqBniWIxpLyesTiYQXP8Vk-aBk/s320/QT04c.JPG" width="255" /></a></div><br />"I believe that God felt sorry for actors so he created Hollywood to give them a place in the sun and a swimming pool. The price they had to pay was to surrender their talent." -- stage actor turned movie character performer Sir Cedric Hardwicke.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUk5x88oLev6bFA5nuGkuoy2FCqvg6Be2xQhybgbyIqGFQdu4XNHhi_V1eSrRXLsUiNbItb6Wd8oDrGogCGRwPz69dXDfa9DSQUruDWGOdZacL4pbCXRKnpqV05ZCdpZV5id4W0lfS3Yc/s1600/QT04d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUk5x88oLev6bFA5nuGkuoy2FCqvg6Be2xQhybgbyIqGFQdu4XNHhi_V1eSrRXLsUiNbItb6Wd8oDrGogCGRwPz69dXDfa9DSQUruDWGOdZacL4pbCXRKnpqV05ZCdpZV5id4W0lfS3Yc/s320/QT04d.JPG" width="190" /></a></div><br />"There are only three ages for women in Hollywood - Babe, District Attorney, and Driving Miss Daisy." -- Oscar-winning comedic actress Goldie Hawn.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiymvBjsBcCFKkim6LYu62YIYI4Q4iVQPSSWwk6QfAC_1HWcQ9NXzgdLoOJGGI49YmQTqAA3R7RiBkpkN-sqyFd8ZdTq9ZWEfkPoTs9Umj0aoS2nWoylqaUoey7F30NfBXIfEc409dde2s/s1600/QT05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiymvBjsBcCFKkim6LYu62YIYI4Q4iVQPSSWwk6QfAC_1HWcQ9NXzgdLoOJGGI49YmQTqAA3R7RiBkpkN-sqyFd8ZdTq9ZWEfkPoTs9Umj0aoS2nWoylqaUoey7F30NfBXIfEc409dde2s/s320/QT05.JPG" width="222" /></a></div><br />"You can't find any true closeness in Hollywood, because everybody does the fake closeness so well." -- actress, writer and product of a show business marriage Carrie Fisher.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIGXz5HdFcXh7tBYi2DXx3aH6qyEgAJEA97Wj-k7hGtEJ546S58YcZhiU7UcuT5vqVt3tGhYL_6qYk6vnhcOvZMK0hC1oN09PgelqKk1klcRdP0EhGMf9n_Js7VpG5nsII0SledGrTqYc/s1600/QT05b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIGXz5HdFcXh7tBYi2DXx3aH6qyEgAJEA97Wj-k7hGtEJ546S58YcZhiU7UcuT5vqVt3tGhYL_6qYk6vnhcOvZMK0hC1oN09PgelqKk1klcRdP0EhGMf9n_Js7VpG5nsII0SledGrTqYc/s320/QT05b.JPG" width="258" /></a></div><br />"I came out here with one suit and everybody said I looked like a bum. Twenty years later Marlon Brando came out with only a sweatshirt and the town drooled over him. That shows how much Hollywood has progressed." -- iconic, Oscar-winning actor Humphrey Bogart.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxWSGj0xtWd1UPrSL63vgduLHe405AZt6SKewtVdcsP_1ACtUXMRiaUgezyY8hFHTnGPpkr8L50NWllFUGw6qIfDTyi6WwV7BqeelocuNO7jjL0mcYfnwwWwaWwBC5b-unhsfgEHGP7C0/s1600/QT05c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxWSGj0xtWd1UPrSL63vgduLHe405AZt6SKewtVdcsP_1ACtUXMRiaUgezyY8hFHTnGPpkr8L50NWllFUGw6qIfDTyi6WwV7BqeelocuNO7jjL0mcYfnwwWwaWwBC5b-unhsfgEHGP7C0/s320/QT05c.JPG" width="263" /></a></div><br />"You know, when I first went into the movies Lionel Barrymore played my grandfather. Later he played my father and finally he played my husband. If he had lived I'm sure I would have played his mother. That's the way it is in Hollywood. The men get younger and the women get older." -- silent film legend turned character actress Lillian Gish.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDmAm_QvQ8lXV85sOTYtJWiXSIhjgIuhEA7-kTckSiiaqidFfd84NvGbRD8eu78up9GQsc16aMkJBfgY2IYovPmvDdsQ8R3fhmRbuPwtvodtOTryWlIXGOR2IVVCWt1-uZheEyoK2dJM/s1600/QT05d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDmAm_QvQ8lXV85sOTYtJWiXSIhjgIuhEA7-kTckSiiaqidFfd84NvGbRD8eu78up9GQsc16aMkJBfgY2IYovPmvDdsQ8R3fhmRbuPwtvodtOTryWlIXGOR2IVVCWt1-uZheEyoK2dJM/s320/QT05d.JPG" width="237" /></a></div><br />"If only those who dream about Hollywood knew how difficult it all is." -- Swedish actress (and Honorary Oscar recipient) who held movie audiences in her grasp before abruptly retiring at age thirty-six Greta Garbo.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-AivXwI90rkxjbkDzmGERtRiwklL-rU7uaOlFB9QoM3ohGQTmWdpL4q1fwjYUg1Sax_XjdfEuNUp1HJmf7D9LSHiKOMfE9qP4op7WNpjc3iW4q0khvOWDtK4k5fexc0BZZMjEOwRxSqw/s1600/QT06.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-AivXwI90rkxjbkDzmGERtRiwklL-rU7uaOlFB9QoM3ohGQTmWdpL4q1fwjYUg1Sax_XjdfEuNUp1HJmf7D9LSHiKOMfE9qP4op7WNpjc3iW4q0khvOWDtK4k5fexc0BZZMjEOwRxSqw/s320/QT06.JPG" width="252" /></a></div><br />"Working in Hollywood does give one a certain expertise in the field of prostitution." -- two-time Oscar-winning actress and activist Jane Fonda.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9hvF6rOEn7hyvUMh7tm8EOU8f038PSnqf7brOxbJKnSwrYtF-v3XLn6LFpXr1Mswml-vcAiSI_Yzm6qGC6rvRDcUoZ-1ia_gAdYwxd9pJEIHKNUmbYPtyqJJhIrRnTIGD50x_WX_xRPQ/s1600/QT06b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9hvF6rOEn7hyvUMh7tm8EOU8f038PSnqf7brOxbJKnSwrYtF-v3XLn6LFpXr1Mswml-vcAiSI_Yzm6qGC6rvRDcUoZ-1ia_gAdYwxd9pJEIHKNUmbYPtyqJJhIrRnTIGD50x_WX_xRPQ/s320/QT06b.JPG" width="263" /></a></div><br />"It's said in Hollywood that you should always forgive your enemies - because you never know when you'll have to work with them." - screen siren Lana Turner, who found these words to be true when she starred in <i>Harold Robbins' The Survivors </i>(1969-1970), a series created by the man who'd earlier turned her own personal drama into a best-selling roman a clef <span style="font-family: inherit;">novel. </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwphVIWmh8bQpDDTGN0kb5MrAC2kCr_h7ZriyW8b3LgDO7xh4ckcyIlUC1PA2qiZWtR1uPwPEw_hCrXsGYRQ_RLf5aCSuwJIDXx9_T9dl_4U0l4iw_4OrzPjKtYr5bSF64cIQ1HT9_HpA/s1600/QT06c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwphVIWmh8bQpDDTGN0kb5MrAC2kCr_h7ZriyW8b3LgDO7xh4ckcyIlUC1PA2qiZWtR1uPwPEw_hCrXsGYRQ_RLf5aCSuwJIDXx9_T9dl_4U0l4iw_4OrzPjKtYr5bSF64cIQ1HT9_HpA/s320/QT06c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">"</span>Strip away the phony tinsel of Hollywood and you'll find the real tinsel underneath.<span style="font-family: inherit;">" -- piano-playing actor and sharp wit Oscar Levant.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNBtyRHjyiPiQRt1-yV7GwpKDeMfDdLfAVcQRpm4a3acsWchXc2W4ffGg6a4BIuzarKHkJlLB6ffb9KilsL0n6jC9qXQSv-u5kMV5qzumk1f-WDviy_MOxGFHvpLNrQiSsj3ITwYQBaXY/s1600/QT06d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNBtyRHjyiPiQRt1-yV7GwpKDeMfDdLfAVcQRpm4a3acsWchXc2W4ffGg6a4BIuzarKHkJlLB6ffb9KilsL0n6jC9qXQSv-u5kMV5qzumk1f-WDviy_MOxGFHvpLNrQiSsj3ITwYQBaXY/s320/QT06d.JPG" width="181" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">"</span>Hollywood gives a young girl the aura of one giant, self-contained orgy farm, its inhabitants dedicated to crawling into every pair of pants they can find.<span style="font-family: inherit;">" -- 1940s sensation and possessor of the trendsetting "peek-a-boo" hairstyle Veronica Lake.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu9zIDlwflEvG5g4WlugnXmLF-c0U-W0l8HsEwdLGED-qc_xFsKVO75QK6bvt05qunwaUn0HZkrq8VDLqplUqPXKW9hpSloSZlorNElh-yHeWWEHFPR8F7zsDMgk11myexl2zxRXi6ZvE/s1600/QT07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu9zIDlwflEvG5g4WlugnXmLF-c0U-W0l8HsEwdLGED-qc_xFsKVO75QK6bvt05qunwaUn0HZkrq8VDLqplUqPXKW9hpSloSZlorNElh-yHeWWEHFPR8F7zsDMgk11myexl2zxRXi6ZvE/s320/QT07.JPG" width="244" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">"</span>I can't talk about Hollywood. It was a horror to me when I was there and it's a horror to look back on. I can't imagine how I did it. When I got away from it I couldn't even refer to the place by name. 'Out there,' I called it.<span style="font-family: inherit;">" -- writer, poet and acerbic wit Dorothy Parker.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUiYXw06Gihkzmz9q1USwO6qVBkl3kYCJo0EN6y_ZMRY2J9GYTcGg_E2siqhTtSdtHLbuLs0tIbJRvaEZ4Ax5X4ZBC437JMjAVWEJXHAGngVPWV29XCbdFotJsqnyRTLKbDEF252vCuXs/s1600/QT07b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUiYXw06Gihkzmz9q1USwO6qVBkl3kYCJo0EN6y_ZMRY2J9GYTcGg_E2siqhTtSdtHLbuLs0tIbJRvaEZ4Ax5X4ZBC437JMjAVWEJXHAGngVPWV29XCbdFotJsqnyRTLKbDEF252vCuXs/s320/QT07b.JPG" width="221" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">"</span>The average Hollywood film star's ambition is to be admired by an American, courted by an Italian, married to an Englishman and have a French boyfriend.<span style="font-family: inherit;">" -- four-time Oscar-winning actress Katharine Hepburn.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_VjHLzZlj25Z9N2q3vZiPO1EKaHrdD3IC9uxuYPgxpz7Rem3eSRYmPNWyVs9eM1pxbfU5wmI94ubPxbm_iopr4_-1iU5NK2cI1mzpzoJNtgXVpIryE2lZyyMR_6lihw2DwygHonM6CZE/s1600/QT07c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_VjHLzZlj25Z9N2q3vZiPO1EKaHrdD3IC9uxuYPgxpz7Rem3eSRYmPNWyVs9eM1pxbfU5wmI94ubPxbm_iopr4_-1iU5NK2cI1mzpzoJNtgXVpIryE2lZyyMR_6lihw2DwygHonM6CZE/s320/QT07c.JPG" width="290" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">"</span>In Hollywood, an equitable divorce settlement means each party getting fifty percent of publicity.<span style="font-family: inherit;">" -- widow of Humphrey Bogart, ex-wife of Jason Robards Jr and longtime actress Lauren Bacall.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfUpxVchjanY_ql6VQxcCYN4Zh62hFOfb12IsAGsP9vRqlIu0GFTHJKuxzvMk120ivO3iHpfzojj79WDrLeSG7b33KmWk__miNgGIsQDO7GrCRbMywBU2JdlB3luuePBAkKebc3tU0uo0/s1600/QT07d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfUpxVchjanY_ql6VQxcCYN4Zh62hFOfb12IsAGsP9vRqlIu0GFTHJKuxzvMk120ivO3iHpfzojj79WDrLeSG7b33KmWk__miNgGIsQDO7GrCRbMywBU2JdlB3luuePBAkKebc3tU0uo0/s320/QT07d.JPG" width="241" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">"</span>In Hollywood a girl's virtue is much less important than her hairdo. You're judged by how you look, not by what you are. Hollywood's a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for kiss, and fifty cents for your soul. I know, because I turned down the first offer often enough and held out for the fifty cents.<span style="font-family: inherit;">" -- world famous, legendary sex symbol and bubbly comedic actress Marilyn Monroe.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOz0WuoOBJvHSOP0xUzEmyYdsSvq1AhGi-JuWXYr1u20uIlWHcQi1vhM9X3kg-kQOUbe_O2AQKyQP6WY89rzjHmvob2KA7Z6oZh5e2wRQiHBVnnrF5bhbl1gHDgc1AXVbiVwEjqznAlZQ/s1600/QT08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOz0WuoOBJvHSOP0xUzEmyYdsSvq1AhGi-JuWXYr1u20uIlWHcQi1vhM9X3kg-kQOUbe_O2AQKyQP6WY89rzjHmvob2KA7Z6oZh5e2wRQiHBVnnrF5bhbl1gHDgc1AXVbiVwEjqznAlZQ/s320/QT08.JPG" width="259" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">"</span>They've great respect for the dead in Hollywood, but none for the living.<span style="font-family: inherit;">" -- rascally movie adventure hero and major league hedonist Errol Flynn.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJBqHEaowtxIc3PvEBNlj64apErGPB0myPZ17T1_rdpKfyaLowmjAhy3xjqCQbGOOjIR4leiL_Z3fFJsmlG0oImZIvR3zgdJTL7HvBg0NfoHpHrtWZDp0hHvWOe6UeWw6uKjubRSMctHc/s1600/QT08b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJBqHEaowtxIc3PvEBNlj64apErGPB0myPZ17T1_rdpKfyaLowmjAhy3xjqCQbGOOjIR4leiL_Z3fFJsmlG0oImZIvR3zgdJTL7HvBg0NfoHpHrtWZDp0hHvWOe6UeWw6uKjubRSMctHc/s320/QT08b.JPG" width="238" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">"</span>In Beverly Hills...they don't throw their garbage away. They make it into television shows.<span style="font-family: inherit;">" - four-time Oscar-winning writer, actor and director Woody Allen.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUyAfC2cMm6nlvZhu2AsG2yxKwaQ4e3Cuz4LSZgL0YlzQwPOb4Y0csbtw0-4mnedvXtfwJD4QXJcvwJu_S23gKQ_EDwtyj5YKbpYISIhdGb-i9HZtv3SRDjQ4VK2Y7SdC1U_0PkH43P40/s1600/QT08c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUyAfC2cMm6nlvZhu2AsG2yxKwaQ4e3Cuz4LSZgL0YlzQwPOb4Y0csbtw0-4mnedvXtfwJD4QXJcvwJu_S23gKQ_EDwtyj5YKbpYISIhdGb-i9HZtv3SRDjQ4VK2Y7SdC1U_0PkH43P40/s320/QT08c.JPG" width="267" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">"</span>Hollywood is a place where a man can get stabbed in the back while climbing a ladder.<span style="font-family: inherit;">" -- acclaimed novelist and occasional movie script doctor William Faulkner.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tJuoHft6aQqlpStH6X36Ridx-2IcjP_aesgno08Mlsf1LYxSWhdIsW1hNrUAIMJ1osNnCfTUyjgc8jtljwvDaTtDUp_ma8AFssC6-zj471xoRfLGK7EB7dVCFEo8IQJAT6L-MtQPIDU/s1600/QT08d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tJuoHft6aQqlpStH6X36Ridx-2IcjP_aesgno08Mlsf1LYxSWhdIsW1hNrUAIMJ1osNnCfTUyjgc8jtljwvDaTtDUp_ma8AFssC6-zj471xoRfLGK7EB7dVCFEo8IQJAT6L-MtQPIDU/s320/QT08d.JPG" width="250" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">"</span>I look at going to Hollywood as going behind enemy lines. You parachute in, set up the explosion, then fly out before it goes off.<span style="font-family: inherit;">" -- pretty boy actor turned Oscar-winning film director Robert Redford.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnws_B6mDJ4Mseu9RwSAtAceCaq9xEYZJatdbN2OOitKekDS_4B2VM6NrfYi9gzSWWfia-jmKj8WC6YniFpBsBFZcPI4XoR_oSyPv_YWw-XEGzRH4OLxLLiueg17NJSrNWOV-_pTzzes/s1600/QT09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnws_B6mDJ4Mseu9RwSAtAceCaq9xEYZJatdbN2OOitKekDS_4B2VM6NrfYi9gzSWWfia-jmKj8WC6YniFpBsBFZcPI4XoR_oSyPv_YWw-XEGzRH4OLxLLiueg17NJSrNWOV-_pTzzes/s320/QT09.JPG" width="244" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">"</span>It's a scientific fact. For every year a person lives in Hollywood, they lose two points of their IQ.<span style="font-family: inherit;">" -- sharp-tongued novelist and writer Truman Capote.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih2yTajsQ3zkqLeuJPnsb5LmOYcU7LPKejKl_r28dxploBv3UrRK2qPsLbGcqpqbpVtI3OPlEsa2g8N-yts1bmUzefvitGtjL2kRMjnQtLbHWfCEg_aR0-De07Jt4SBy9jz-wNiIU5Awk/s1600/QT09b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih2yTajsQ3zkqLeuJPnsb5LmOYcU7LPKejKl_r28dxploBv3UrRK2qPsLbGcqpqbpVtI3OPlEsa2g8N-yts1bmUzefvitGtjL2kRMjnQtLbHWfCEg_aR0-De07Jt4SBy9jz-wNiIU5Awk/s320/QT09b.JPG" width="257" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">"</span>Ever since they found out that Lassie was a boy, the public has believed the worst about Hollywood.<span style="font-family: inherit;">" -- comic actor and game show host Groucho Marx.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwOjAIzqw5lZoji9H-kFZvyRQAtal8l1NPjpMn5eKOttcwaoPRtaB-AkIS8gNCcXhHTz2z0ycGIYb6glFr6mZ9GWn0kiHeo16-Zg3GNrfH_FFuYhFMrQP2RI0CNpsn4EDxFaAzFZJzxq0/s1600/QT09c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwOjAIzqw5lZoji9H-kFZvyRQAtal8l1NPjpMn5eKOttcwaoPRtaB-AkIS8gNCcXhHTz2z0ycGIYb6glFr6mZ9GWn0kiHeo16-Zg3GNrfH_FFuYhFMrQP2RI0CNpsn4EDxFaAzFZJzxq0/s320/QT09c.JPG" width="268" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">"</span>Half the people in Hollywood are dying to be discovered and the other half are afraid they will be.<span style="font-family: inherit;">" -- stage actor turned silent and sound film star (and Oscar-winner) Lionel Barrymore.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMybVxlqpBubhB1hrAYPZ6exBn78d-iSL1Sh2AGmg9Cl3Dex9rHUnRBjuldphgiyJy86CinxlB8yBhcoammAiu_NOxivAea5VdzVjxs1TannKQ7zlbJ37EDylwoMvnQAT2DrTP0XK2SGo/s1600/QT09d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMybVxlqpBubhB1hrAYPZ6exBn78d-iSL1Sh2AGmg9Cl3Dex9rHUnRBjuldphgiyJy86CinxlB8yBhcoammAiu_NOxivAea5VdzVjxs1TannKQ7zlbJ37EDylwoMvnQAT2DrTP0XK2SGo/s320/QT09d.JPG" width="253" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>“I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.” -- outre artist and filmmaker Andy Warhol.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHeTXFF105eVPaBM89hMgG6BzcyxeMoWX2hDVBPc_Wt_zG61SQENrnWHUV-i10UPmX7X8sxitycUUyl0A_VgKMpou2mwfPerazVNAKNaflEk7s5tgDuC5bM6UYyUJuhz604rBQAWuBamU/s1600/QT10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHeTXFF105eVPaBM89hMgG6BzcyxeMoWX2hDVBPc_Wt_zG61SQENrnWHUV-i10UPmX7X8sxitycUUyl0A_VgKMpou2mwfPerazVNAKNaflEk7s5tgDuC5bM6UYyUJuhz604rBQAWuBamU/s320/QT10.JPG" width="227" /></a></div><br />“Most of the successful people in Hollywood are failures as human beings.” -- two-time Oscar-winning actor Marlon Brando.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXel48bKVg4Qc5AKQPtWjax747TL7QSDkHM3k8jMAL_AXrHYe4oIsgtY3oBd2tmAcG2nGFEr4nJRGl2FOUucK7SJw6csB9U6DtkiGkha2SDEV2DVPZ1aHZKntjI5vJxSPUxXbmLg_I8A/s1600/QT10b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXel48bKVg4Qc5AKQPtWjax747TL7QSDkHM3k8jMAL_AXrHYe4oIsgtY3oBd2tmAcG2nGFEr4nJRGl2FOUucK7SJw6csB9U6DtkiGkha2SDEV2DVPZ1aHZKntjI5vJxSPUxXbmLg_I8A/s320/QT10b.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-25658833598353333332013-09-11T13:26:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:27:11.849-08:00Hold Still While I Tux You In...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18TKR_6Izo-K8CaemZpJp6WL0ezyvSKk0BgPVyNN56COcocTGDOQ9tS4y9Me5fzvrU8tNIjKpOtqpz61HWsFlJ7Ufjm5IMJ0Z87tWppQJxt4HL3YE4YWYN_uRbyk6Xa2I1ivalQ3WvR8/s1600/Tux00a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18TKR_6Izo-K8CaemZpJp6WL0ezyvSKk0BgPVyNN56COcocTGDOQ9tS4y9Me5fzvrU8tNIjKpOtqpz61HWsFlJ7Ufjm5IMJ0Z87tWppQJxt4HL3YE4YWYN_uRbyk6Xa2I1ivalQ3WvR8/s320/Tux00a.JPG" width="268" /></a></div>Today, we're going to have a photo essay devoted to that classic men's formal wear staple, the tuxedo. (Demonstrated at left by William Powell.) If I'm being honest, it's really just a way to put a fresh post up while I row behind the scenes in the galley, preparing for another more involved one! Nevertheless, you may find yourself admiring some of the pictures and/or the men in them. It's interesting how women's formal fashions have changed dramatically many times over the decades, but no one has ever really found a way to top the classic black and white tuxedo on the men. It's simply the most striking and stylish way for a man to present himself for a special occasion.<br /><br />One of the masters of elegance and understated flair when it came to clothing (not to mention movement) was Mr. Fred Astaire, a dancing institution all to himself.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuSWrsWMXBwOC5w29ltdXZdB8i8bK2vRb0n5vhm-KtX-94rhBpCBas2hr7ZLK7WS74LKwyLhJOMaHaEk70ZpEgRqlbjsdwEDpaih8otcIGkgaEPFZkzjkxjHXdNBaYHLvR-fQZVgaNlBU/s1600/Tux00.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuSWrsWMXBwOC5w29ltdXZdB8i8bK2vRb0n5vhm-KtX-94rhBpCBas2hr7ZLK7WS74LKwyLhJOMaHaEk70ZpEgRqlbjsdwEDpaih8otcIGkgaEPFZkzjkxjHXdNBaYHLvR-fQZVgaNlBU/s320/Tux00.JPG" width="238" /></a></div>In nearly the same sort of get-up, we see Bela Lugosi in his Count Dracula mode. When you stop to think of it, how many movie "monsters" have ever been done up this stylishly?!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR42SZptHStlP3R9Xp7ZE0XL8GaRmkrOid6aWMpe-FYh_TaaRaaPo9jSb21FQiI-xOqlN0YjvdAF8mnettmRkcFEx7SoF7PKQ8YbpE4ssOiASl0AuUYNTREJUExotG4mWXA9EmlvhrWtk/s1600/Tux01e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR42SZptHStlP3R9Xp7ZE0XL8GaRmkrOid6aWMpe-FYh_TaaRaaPo9jSb21FQiI-xOqlN0YjvdAF8mnettmRkcFEx7SoF7PKQ8YbpE4ssOiASl0AuUYNTREJUExotG4mWXA9EmlvhrWtk/s320/Tux01e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>French acting and singing icon Maurice Chevalier is spiffed up here, as was often the case.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidy2ocrjBtDyELD4PZwzZ3N6cNJGis26AWNFSM_sfE1n-TuFX-hOeMVQeVi7gj3vjRKXAhDz_4D9vCK4QFrMNFs7AGJfKv075UpBuWMCxwQqlhY2nnaESVyXwWHmRNOgism_duxXkFwII/s1600/Tux00b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidy2ocrjBtDyELD4PZwzZ3N6cNJGis26AWNFSM_sfE1n-TuFX-hOeMVQeVi7gj3vjRKXAhDz_4D9vCK4QFrMNFs7AGJfKv075UpBuWMCxwQqlhY2nnaESVyXwWHmRNOgism_duxXkFwII/s320/Tux00b.JPG" width="223" /></a></div>Here we see "The Great Profile" himself, Mr. John Barrymore, looking very dignified.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xPl6RJVEisph2Ba7RUD7-eHEKQV3-yCadT9R2uXMncPzLxeClGO9FncZNaubczQi1w4FTklj4NdQFGsMXPNn36YuhU-jOimQAWMJc-C1VSHy69LAUWJZSBbUunIyOzq5y2NTvtHuXqk/s1600/Tux00c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xPl6RJVEisph2Ba7RUD7-eHEKQV3-yCadT9R2uXMncPzLxeClGO9FncZNaubczQi1w4FTklj4NdQFGsMXPNn36YuhU-jOimQAWMJc-C1VSHy69LAUWJZSBbUunIyOzq5y2NTvtHuXqk/s320/Tux00c.jpg" width="233" /></a></div>This is a (very) young Errol Flynn, who idolized Barrymore and who, strangely enough, really didn't put on tuxedos all that often.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixav0M6UOQ3B-iOM_DigxX7cYFaHjBeQ3uVmlV0RayJpIJUM7GR6GlVU6PHIH1Kr7JLDwsW8ZOlnfaSqK1-fVA2ErFd6L4pIcHlQmCV9PFOR4XruQEHaSU2Ckaz6bQUbP1RzIxl9UCbG8/s1600/Tux01c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixav0M6UOQ3B-iOM_DigxX7cYFaHjBeQ3uVmlV0RayJpIJUM7GR6GlVU6PHIH1Kr7JLDwsW8ZOlnfaSqK1-fVA2ErFd6L4pIcHlQmCV9PFOR4XruQEHaSU2Ckaz6bQUbP1RzIxl9UCbG8/s320/Tux01c.jpg" width="227" /></a></div>One accoutrement that has almost completely fallen by the wayside over the years is the top hat to go along with tails, but Clifton Webb looks pretty good in his.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL13hOHKv79mWIcXh-nF2rKY5F5JI5r0wrLgnwsInvxXZY499hOxAruKiGmTpIKK2Nu8Sb-9cILzaYIrV3B2KfGzl9A7lt52TKU3AIoueTN5Yj2nJSMrY3HU-T5pxyfRF4jvYUE9NtK5U/s1600/Tux00d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL13hOHKv79mWIcXh-nF2rKY5F5JI5r0wrLgnwsInvxXZY499hOxAruKiGmTpIKK2Nu8Sb-9cILzaYIrV3B2KfGzl9A7lt52TKU3AIoueTN5Yj2nJSMrY3HU-T5pxyfRF4jvYUE9NtK5U/s320/Tux00d.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>Speaking of looking good, do you recognize this fella? He has the top hat and even a cane to complete his ensemble.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP6yB4j3JUZECaMb2b8-TkAzOtU_ojjeRBtXjUybCxwdFaVJrOQuWpxcFHg4f93UBSORHUz21T7ush-OS-aQDEh0ATU9kpHwdbWL3dbhJI-NJMV37kPkYDwMFFjShYZvautFPmkkSgClY/s1600/Tux01d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP6yB4j3JUZECaMb2b8-TkAzOtU_ojjeRBtXjUybCxwdFaVJrOQuWpxcFHg4f93UBSORHUz21T7ush-OS-aQDEh0ATU9kpHwdbWL3dbhJI-NJMV37kPkYDwMFFjShYZvautFPmkkSgClY/s320/Tux01d.jpg" width="245" /></a></div>That is a young and dashingly handsome Mr. Walter Pidgeon! Who knew?<br /><br />Every once in a while, John Wayne would even trade in his boots and chaps for a penguin suit.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimzx2xwaREEtxynyADpPZc5mYxdi1NfBW4jdhV4kihgfBpnjPsGpFmaz27U8INiTJTl07gbsFJGRtCmPtnpJQBu5lLYGD1l2E7elZZqn_nkhmo7MFet-p5sHvJvvGhY7Pas_auRxBGTqM/s1600/Tux03e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimzx2xwaREEtxynyADpPZc5mYxdi1NfBW4jdhV4kihgfBpnjPsGpFmaz27U8INiTJTl07gbsFJGRtCmPtnpJQBu5lLYGD1l2E7elZZqn_nkhmo7MFet-p5sHvJvvGhY7Pas_auRxBGTqM/s320/Tux03e.jpg" width="256" /></a></div>What about this eye-scorcher? Dan Dailey fitted out for a sparkling musical.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKGxSqFe9LvE8xv6rVYwKwPvEW3_3PEa2CHlEOynHiYCKvR5X-p6gDYENuqcKRCLrdRpr2YnAY-Sv75bLftS-zOp6xb_Unow0fwHScqe1vKkhYhfnHtyiV4zpUAcqliRh8HJXedLZMsuw/s1600/Tux01b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKGxSqFe9LvE8xv6rVYwKwPvEW3_3PEa2CHlEOynHiYCKvR5X-p6gDYENuqcKRCLrdRpr2YnAY-Sv75bLftS-zOp6xb_Unow0fwHScqe1vKkhYhfnHtyiV4zpUAcqliRh8HJXedLZMsuw/s320/Tux01b.JPG" width="226" /></a></div>Seemingly born old, but always dressed stylishly, was David Niven.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyFFROdy6FoCkFtRtWWiuPiFUfHJtOCm9ghuHBPfPkPRlP57dF9cXNGeV32KSzc2BysZuSfqppsCx1b4ltIAZOpU5hDYJttkYuSbYtt881UFYN0ulEiUu2o50QctlZe4ph6JET9W2QzI8/s1600/Tux04c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv3_R1hJTR29BsR9ukn683fEJUfjBCUT1h9P_ATb2uRy6zJ9SQypOD3jI4CGq08DbzL5l4ulOGpcRk47XLfBPL54eCbMutjFBf-9wO_-2zU66Gfy6zUN13NE8wCvPQKIrkBhETYWPAHUc/s1600/Tux05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv3_R1hJTR29BsR9ukn683fEJUfjBCUT1h9P_ATb2uRy6zJ9SQypOD3jI4CGq08DbzL5l4ulOGpcRk47XLfBPL54eCbMutjFBf-9wO_-2zU66Gfy6zUN13NE8wCvPQKIrkBhETYWPAHUc/s320/Tux05.JPG" width="256" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">James Coburn during his tenure as Derek Flint in <b>Our Man Flint</b> (1966) and <b>In Like Flynt</b> (1967.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAEUrMsGuh_VmX4IgEFF8saX8gQ7wPQMyNKyyq_QbAxFKk57IFNpsmIM6utus2hDjGKs4nAFcdGLyMj3kjbM2CMsUgUfPJf2GZJ4CtXwT5YyReYHSpSDozUTuNy-gB7LTrqSzQw75T108/s1600/Tux06.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9d-wnLO5gi3RoFjzyBRCFXbhyphenhyphenGRgz6JSKlqVy-mLAm2js-eNOuVtKNIDFFsKkZZJ6-poduzEou7zWFb-mVDCdpaaQ9rpWTRenzlg1VfdXG_5MtKLC1qYq9hPpgdnThFMEqfkn7sqwlM/s1600/Tux07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9d-wnLO5gi3RoFjzyBRCFXbhyphenhyphenGRgz6JSKlqVy-mLAm2js-eNOuVtKNIDFFsKkZZJ6-poduzEou7zWFb-mVDCdpaaQ9rpWTRenzlg1VfdXG_5MtKLC1qYq9hPpgdnThFMEqfkn7sqwlM/s320/Tux07.JPG" width="256" /></a></div>A few (chiefly) television personalities, starting with Don Adams of <i>Get Smart</i>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrcDrlSCZuLzeuSdE82_G2-gNzIWcjcPdOMTDV_WQJKRtw_ZS-6ry1TXqPAh1-IaI4B0kko8jnkUmikeIQUKqX9mfVTuQGQjt7Io3m3WnQqNwWnVuoYpy6ZVYiHjvUIAWCMKgehen5J8/s1600/Tux05b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Note the appearance of a ruffled shirt, a late-'60s and 1970s staple.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_LXJxRxsLrMEqZLJfzCa-bFIv18i7YMSoKwb6IwCqvtrmoX6Sa6NBjbby0FVeTgx31s5KVshem7y5My-PGoHWKsOfMcefmxoTEEAt3tCFLFM8C4U2KQpJV4i3Qqlq2cTVAqba18v5Ls/s1600/Tux06f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_LXJxRxsLrMEqZLJfzCa-bFIv18i7YMSoKwb6IwCqvtrmoX6Sa6NBjbby0FVeTgx31s5KVshem7y5My-PGoHWKsOfMcefmxoTEEAt3tCFLFM8C4U2KQpJV4i3Qqlq2cTVAqba18v5Ls/s320/Tux06f.jpg" width="208" /></a></div>The same is evidenced on Jack Klugman of <i>The Odd Couple</i>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHUHqcZ68d9QZiUNAzH0EZe3o96MImAht_IVPvA0ksVumkVu6jj6nyhEs2a0B5rUtQkGdUTT8H1V5deP1wcc8wdayszaCxhdlnaYEGIiJ8xdIU_5oQx8Poh4EvCY46vATtoIr4PTian8Q/s1600/Tux06a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5stANVKRdFvzRrOPQo5Axzhs6VEqQA5yPDJxKqUIJqlWvKvhyphenhyphenNh3sI7K1_-JkMt7_elUiKE_mRgOjvOTU3S4zGn9n4bB-miQ7yIxBwu0HsEgNTAUUx85HjwPCuSt4mWkqXUrtEgH0yxc/s1600/Tux06b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5stANVKRdFvzRrOPQo5Axzhs6VEqQA5yPDJxKqUIJqlWvKvhyphenhyphenNh3sI7K1_-JkMt7_elUiKE_mRgOjvOTU3S4zGn9n4bB-miQ7yIxBwu0HsEgNTAUUx85HjwPCuSt4mWkqXUrtEgH0yxc/s320/Tux06b.JPG" width="257" /></a></div>Sherman Hemsley of <i>The Jeffersons</i> takes tuxedo variation to a whole new level!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz4RtaxiS6QHnyHiwBYleqnfnIh4Gi_j2QACK3meTz1nsLkLW396J2Ocllx6lrvPBAQzsKW9csvioBaakOpeio4n-Tyfa9kEr9wG3Gn32Zvn39KT5l856xGOJxpjZ9WIAazzCrEnT93Tk/s1600/Tux05h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz4RtaxiS6QHnyHiwBYleqnfnIh4Gi_j2QACK3meTz1nsLkLW396J2Ocllx6lrvPBAQzsKW9csvioBaakOpeio4n-Tyfa9kEr9wG3Gn32Zvn39KT5l856xGOJxpjZ9WIAazzCrEnT93Tk/s320/Tux05h.jpg" width="280" /></a></div>Sometimes the color was shifted completely from black (as shown by Lee Majors), a look I cannot say I am fond of.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglW_BL497pNd5pXYC1qOprzFIHdWfwOCF2yEdvE6cgjpfWLcet-B0sIOVyQx1TUl61bVoobvCWt1n5tLGEtYJGyjqJ7LZ6p8DVQUXLaYdugoSZgRLQAXrO0vzskGgsMpKBGccLnwX7V8w/s1600/Tux06c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglW_BL497pNd5pXYC1qOprzFIHdWfwOCF2yEdvE6cgjpfWLcet-B0sIOVyQx1TUl61bVoobvCWt1n5tLGEtYJGyjqJ7LZ6p8DVQUXLaYdugoSZgRLQAXrO0vzskGgsMpKBGccLnwX7V8w/s320/Tux06c.JPG" width="230" /></a></div>The '80s were a time when the visible bow tie band and a stand-up collar came back into vogue, as evidence by Jon-Erik Hexum (i.e. God!)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBr12jyd5mNc0dgSWzSGPU9kGYkQcF0PVri7eEVNeVrc678T82_tF2IHaRhLaLrXy71ZT-omauFHwAYw_8dupZvz4WrRhx3H2tA31RWAT1nF4vBvhloGJ8bgY3lXEjSDceIhyKEACBYRk/s1600/Tux08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBr12jyd5mNc0dgSWzSGPU9kGYkQcF0PVri7eEVNeVrc678T82_tF2IHaRhLaLrXy71ZT-omauFHwAYw_8dupZvz4WrRhx3H2tA31RWAT1nF4vBvhloGJ8bgY3lXEjSDceIhyKEACBYRk/s320/Tux08.JPG" width="230" /></a></div>Don Johnson, who parlayed <i>Miami Vice</i> into a renewed movie career, is shown here tuxed-up.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ60NvjCOoi2YDHarnNXNShdNFYTiHv02BRGmcIR2BzABwba92QqpyTGWJ7URTNmkOJq_yWGJAb4HOnMMvbTZdJ7bzvVNfpKosKEg9CWKw70JVDB1xWM654XrhwwJx2_IH9K9FWkmYlSc/s1600/Tux08c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ60NvjCOoi2YDHarnNXNShdNFYTiHv02BRGmcIR2BzABwba92QqpyTGWJ7URTNmkOJq_yWGJAb4HOnMMvbTZdJ7bzvVNfpKosKEg9CWKw70JVDB1xWM654XrhwwJx2_IH9K9FWkmYlSc/s320/Tux08c.JPG" width="256" /></a></div><i>Dynasty</i> brought glitz to the airwaves from 1981 - 1989, frequently placing its male stars in tuxedos (seen here: Gordon Thomson, John Forsythe, Michael Nader and John James.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKBxcgTnjjJBBe5DmxW9dOqysjig4ShsFatg5hgQZaFZ8FTh4naS4n5AuTVMm9TDWu3qp0Mci42ZBSLRyfA8SfC7i1NYrAJpqJmRfJ0ar7p-cZUiTbsyFRhDOA-DKNkxHl2lSBrggPkCU/s1600/Tux06i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKBxcgTnjjJBBe5DmxW9dOqysjig4ShsFatg5hgQZaFZ8FTh4naS4n5AuTVMm9TDWu3qp0Mci42ZBSLRyfA8SfC7i1NYrAJpqJmRfJ0ar7p-cZUiTbsyFRhDOA-DKNkxHl2lSBrggPkCU/s320/Tux06i.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>This additional shot of Gordon Thomson is for you NotFelixUnger...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhviMdgf8amjmYRdORPjLLQC0AeP6z_hTNkGDJvy1XLfbvqMxtqj-mSqq20bRM_4tJWZCuPeUm3DUt0lxcMJvBACBULQy4W2QDtP6OwFH9j-dAJa3oitH2tkBsQYotSLEjCCU9zYjjas/s1600/Tux08d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhviMdgf8amjmYRdORPjLLQC0AeP6z_hTNkGDJvy1XLfbvqMxtqj-mSqq20bRM_4tJWZCuPeUm3DUt0lxcMJvBACBULQy4W2QDtP6OwFH9j-dAJa3oitH2tkBsQYotSLEjCCU9zYjjas/s320/Tux08d.jpg" width="205" /></a></div>My own first impressions of tuxedos were as a goggle-eyed seven year-old watching <b>The Towering Inferno</b> (1974), so the soon-to-be-dated ruffles and color variants never seemed as horrid to me as they did to so many other people. Here we see Robert Vaughn from said film.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwP5xFsogUU_DX4ydDQ36CB9hnaIRn_eDMIohacvnrmzEpVnvjV2hxRfghzymnfWslPy5BGIgH6nVlQOLgnpHib2nd1uKKN1pda0bmkHKAiUfbDTNbsNF44_sHdyS5c52eDQxFy5UelFQ/s1600/Tux05f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwP5xFsogUU_DX4ydDQ36CB9hnaIRn_eDMIohacvnrmzEpVnvjV2hxRfghzymnfWslPy5BGIgH6nVlQOLgnpHib2nd1uKKN1pda0bmkHKAiUfbDTNbsNF44_sHdyS5c52eDQxFy5UelFQ/s320/Tux05f.jpg" width="259" /></a></div>And this is Mr. William Holden, whose coat was red (seen at bottom), but in this black and white photo you can see the pattern of the fabric more clearly. Ahhh, the '70s...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbBC4V6kknoqxOnDdFcHvORrgWNQbYnX_gragXInJ6tFv1L5GTIhKoWXa0REToQRhRQo9m0UisSKKHY-UMerNkt2g6YzqQ4sF8aJtWqgcR1oJL-cJSpi7e25gD-3f-j9QSPEknhjW76Uw/s1600/Tux05g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbBC4V6kknoqxOnDdFcHvORrgWNQbYnX_gragXInJ6tFv1L5GTIhKoWXa0REToQRhRQo9m0UisSKKHY-UMerNkt2g6YzqQ4sF8aJtWqgcR1oJL-cJSpi7e25gD-3f-j9QSPEknhjW76Uw/s320/Tux05g.JPG" width="197" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Costar Richard Chamberlain sported a ruffled beige shirt that would up getting quite filthy as the disaster wore on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfLVZVePGQNtTio0oyryRXiCpDnH9PXIppq3xkSqaoyGTM3fQ2etTEvkJLPC-_9CoSBROqmAf2WRFxFCUApK7oFToAHo07GwTR-hRhUSjcv1Jp-COhkVC189sGPlM7tb-gdZ3lf-bPOs0/s1600/Tux07f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfLVZVePGQNtTio0oyryRXiCpDnH9PXIppq3xkSqaoyGTM3fQ2etTEvkJLPC-_9CoSBROqmAf2WRFxFCUApK7oFToAHo07GwTR-hRhUSjcv1Jp-COhkVC189sGPlM7tb-gdZ3lf-bPOs0/s320/Tux07f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>This isn't from <b>Inferno</b>, but is of that movie's star Paul Newman at an awards ceremony. (The title conflagration kept Newman from being able to don his tuxedo in the movie!)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9J7TnXtMKTySewFaGpSTJmzaZH-pf_-DfGNLMtuTcIKaZ9hgvC85h1T3yYZ1Ek8WFQbMFc5OmRel7R1zjiq4V8aDDsaBUivMhzl4_6gojTRsSRWp2SBvLAfuD-KOYvpZz3aKA8oj7ozI/s1600/Tux07c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9J7TnXtMKTySewFaGpSTJmzaZH-pf_-DfGNLMtuTcIKaZ9hgvC85h1T3yYZ1Ek8WFQbMFc5OmRel7R1zjiq4V8aDDsaBUivMhzl4_6gojTRsSRWp2SBvLAfuD-KOYvpZz3aKA8oj7ozI/s320/Tux07c.JPG" width="256" /></a></div>Cinematic tuxedos were a staple of the James Bond series of films. Mr. Sean Connery got things rolling...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLLKd6IOVswnW87lfpmV9626B_oTkd3ioZxgWdij2_zSLF-Yd6yTFcxGIGGdWXrbuddD0Y8jtW4NXFicMw70mZ7l6OZhcNvpO1enslchueL3U7q7kHQ4Mhjgd-B6SmbwvkPLWeNpmiPM8/s1600/Tux06e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLLKd6IOVswnW87lfpmV9626B_oTkd3ioZxgWdij2_zSLF-Yd6yTFcxGIGGdWXrbuddD0Y8jtW4NXFicMw70mZ7l6OZhcNvpO1enslchueL3U7q7kHQ4Mhjgd-B6SmbwvkPLWeNpmiPM8/s320/Tux06e.jpg" width="255" /></a></div>Here he is in color.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMePytN8YHOz5LN7zZCO-3OpFq8aGUNXDyRU8yjDz4Wsi-8QBgD0I_Uc5mdB3z3fkYyNk4sYR89tqyKYJGQEWiY-K2d8OP_buaLGg_J5amwqoMTjSZ8GQA51t0SXQ5yAQKdzuul3F3K5I/s1600/Tux05d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMePytN8YHOz5LN7zZCO-3OpFq8aGUNXDyRU8yjDz4Wsi-8QBgD0I_Uc5mdB3z3fkYyNk4sYR89tqyKYJGQEWiY-K2d8OP_buaLGg_J5amwqoMTjSZ8GQA51t0SXQ5yAQKdzuul3F3K5I/s320/Tux05d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>His immediate replacement (for one film only) was former model George Lazenby.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqr1wW5uoNGIPoRLUNXb_Sz0zQ2y5tnHyvFqA4uCgbgAIW9ko2GZO4SswsmO30kHrnD6G1Ka70sPLZW3G625gDs8nA3Y9us5wkp3LJNVWNSUk4loG45TeYufW0ohzNVRXwadlCPlUGXrc/s1600/Tux07e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqr1wW5uoNGIPoRLUNXb_Sz0zQ2y5tnHyvFqA4uCgbgAIW9ko2GZO4SswsmO30kHrnD6G1Ka70sPLZW3G625gDs8nA3Y9us5wkp3LJNVWNSUk4loG45TeYufW0ohzNVRXwadlCPlUGXrc/s320/Tux07e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Next came suave Roger Moore...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-qkmAmge-cC_nfXJ4hdfL1zhwMWOEA8BKkSEgYmwqcni2t_rP5XTi7Tnr3nXMPsIXd6yJfxxy2iA2evho9ibO6CYDE1Jsfda_1iUVNVLIGo4oNclLXsrcd8EPt8a4s2-Xxf-q8YjAGY/s1600/Tux06h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-qkmAmge-cC_nfXJ4hdfL1zhwMWOEA8BKkSEgYmwqcni2t_rP5XTi7Tnr3nXMPsIXd6yJfxxy2iA2evho9ibO6CYDE1Jsfda_1iUVNVLIGo4oNclLXsrcd8EPt8a4s2-Xxf-q8YjAGY/s320/Tux06h.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>...followed by the comparatively rugged Timothy Dalton.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ku1Lv1cC12fuKe1uZY9czwixHZoSUig_rE2T6-QVyjt74ROd5UB1X4CjsHRqslbrKWBVm3znl88Wnlp_ZDetu8AaVyEdqI9o02CQ6w90-tFZoE7r-8N-jPnuZngq2SdEr_txiRM_saw/s1600/Tux07b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ku1Lv1cC12fuKe1uZY9czwixHZoSUig_rE2T6-QVyjt74ROd5UB1X4CjsHRqslbrKWBVm3znl88Wnlp_ZDetu8AaVyEdqI9o02CQ6w90-tFZoE7r-8N-jPnuZngq2SdEr_txiRM_saw/s320/Tux07b.JPG" width="236" /></a></div>Back to a more elegant Bond with Pierce Brosnan.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCMtMh8PXrdm5MkXlVF_IpTOZZfZdiqC_hach59j7Qrp0-IKbiT_slZc3TuOdUKwpq6dh2p1yWYm8jYGYSSpTP5ZcFW4ICYVm6KLC2dOkH8zlzQ7eQzpe3sd-1Xx4B9K4E10o7cbrgj9c/s1600/Tux09c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCMtMh8PXrdm5MkXlVF_IpTOZZfZdiqC_hach59j7Qrp0-IKbiT_slZc3TuOdUKwpq6dh2p1yWYm8jYGYSSpTP5ZcFW4ICYVm6KLC2dOkH8zlzQ7eQzpe3sd-1Xx4B9K4E10o7cbrgj9c/s320/Tux09c.JPG" width="225" /></a></div>The most recent James Bond, Daniel Craig, is, in my opinion, quite wonderful in the role, unlikely as he may have seemed at first.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ9uUf3SiRtng-56W2o4EQPQvbxsr3DxtY6q3Yb1stSkN53xm5iHd6RB4uV17jNk_kBKi05azMP-t7rTlOdhWdTVJIg0_LLEzytZG81pgQj1_ExGkpr0-Vd5qFq3v0iwIOfIImkTdLHrk/s1600/Tux09f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ9uUf3SiRtng-56W2o4EQPQvbxsr3DxtY6q3Yb1stSkN53xm5iHd6RB4uV17jNk_kBKi05azMP-t7rTlOdhWdTVJIg0_LLEzytZG81pgQj1_ExGkpr0-Vd5qFq3v0iwIOfIImkTdLHrk/s320/Tux09f.jpg" width="241" /></a></div>Here are some other contemporary actors decked out in their tuxedos, starting with Richard Gere.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhzcuFPvFs-adh3Y6Hu3sYac2aF3wbY5o7uZbVBQFsVdOJG0vCr4w3au71Rx1lOB92uAz66_eJQny4aEs7DJKLhB2LjnFqbHMu-_eDL6UXNlsSfmypXXnLvXgjwI3s_B-5wQRZZOyH00/s1600/Tux08b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhzcuFPvFs-adh3Y6Hu3sYac2aF3wbY5o7uZbVBQFsVdOJG0vCr4w3au71Rx1lOB92uAz66_eJQny4aEs7DJKLhB2LjnFqbHMu-_eDL6UXNlsSfmypXXnLvXgjwI3s_B-5wQRZZOyH00/s320/Tux08b.JPG" width="256" /></a></div>Handsome Ralph Fiennes<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9E090h4laWpxdxy87AHsROldMpD2f2ruDW3iHa5SPXcPYibhnCFpSnnU0XqgwJygdIFKbvPYI2FE4-mScSQXPVl0zlaSNmLsvvC-5leBVlJDnjsi9TP8s4IptAs-1zm1M_qleHJVnCF0/s1600/Tux09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9E090h4laWpxdxy87AHsROldMpD2f2ruDW3iHa5SPXcPYibhnCFpSnnU0XqgwJygdIFKbvPYI2FE4-mScSQXPVl0zlaSNmLsvvC-5leBVlJDnjsi9TP8s4IptAs-1zm1M_qleHJVnCF0/s320/Tux09.JPG" width="255" /></a></div>An atypically well-groomed Johnny Depp.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKWj84TwsEmk82SjsaewnWHDL-JLMnaSrjw-HfZfnjvyXUzoefJWVs-dKuMEqB-3lbVs_fF9gtZfik3VI8rY2ztOc_JjwulCUKP9HYMMIvZqDMJ9fPXFTI6VRgo79Q_zX0ZEtga0tHwFU/s1600/Tux09b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKWj84TwsEmk82SjsaewnWHDL-JLMnaSrjw-HfZfnjvyXUzoefJWVs-dKuMEqB-3lbVs_fF9gtZfik3VI8rY2ztOc_JjwulCUKP9HYMMIvZqDMJ9fPXFTI6VRgo79Q_zX0ZEtga0tHwFU/s320/Tux09b.JPG" width="258" /></a></div>The latest Superman, Henry Cavill.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCsIETVWTsR3vpPWubZb0-rW9ZT92LzegqauoANf31C2MBunSBO56idoZVOLu_4JCnAkFVGSd_wQesZXWnOaCQM1vt44mdXmorCCmKyF_-MEBo8wxr5U_PNcq_BDsGtkq9chCDa9qgM3A/s1600/Tux09a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCsIETVWTsR3vpPWubZb0-rW9ZT92LzegqauoANf31C2MBunSBO56idoZVOLu_4JCnAkFVGSd_wQesZXWnOaCQM1vt44mdXmorCCmKyF_-MEBo8wxr5U_PNcq_BDsGtkq9chCDa9qgM3A/s320/Tux09a.JPG" width="308" /></a></div>The nearly always put-together Hugh Jackman.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJdkg1KEb_IGLexl-E0ZjIpuNIHl_p0zjyFwHYp3JdiJsb9sLEhmIMAr7sUv8dIhlemYeDUjZuY2FEi3G-o4g1EOKf6nGhkvDPd7VJBMlx1QZLgbjCwjF284sm2Z4nekAZ-gkn51JJc5Q/s1600/Tux09h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJdkg1KEb_IGLexl-E0ZjIpuNIHl_p0zjyFwHYp3JdiJsb9sLEhmIMAr7sUv8dIhlemYeDUjZuY2FEi3G-o4g1EOKf6nGhkvDPd7VJBMlx1QZLgbjCwjF284sm2Z4nekAZ-gkn51JJc5Q/s320/Tux09h.jpg" width="197" /></a></div>Actor-turned-esteemed-director Clint Eastwood.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh551cXtwDi7sb3SkJh7cr-sBEjjvTK6_wNVzGpaf3_Gjwdyih1ySy0FHTfrhQVdHK7vwITFpks3yNkgcwYzzi2bEE4_rLRDYr9XWvp8M3OSBSYAQCoPDlGUiYKd6iwzhdDiMfyKd7fOuY/s1600/Tux07d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh551cXtwDi7sb3SkJh7cr-sBEjjvTK6_wNVzGpaf3_Gjwdyih1ySy0FHTfrhQVdHK7vwITFpks3yNkgcwYzzi2bEE4_rLRDYr9XWvp8M3OSBSYAQCoPDlGUiYKd6iwzhdDiMfyKd7fOuY/s320/Tux07d.jpg" width="241" /></a></div>Behold the solid handsomeness of <i>Mad Men</i> star Jon Hamm.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhonz2w5NoPDLytoqWPvNpXFF38aGcDYAG6tdDBOHlfiM8lOANGSbikQt0vQ7qaOC1JpwfxYJ5nFL_KVVXRVFTnY-NafCjNa7c_uDizDlA3JebJC7yUDful2XpJZ3iKSIt0TVs4AMI0IU4/s1600/Tux09k.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhonz2w5NoPDLytoqWPvNpXFF38aGcDYAG6tdDBOHlfiM8lOANGSbikQt0vQ7qaOC1JpwfxYJ5nFL_KVVXRVFTnY-NafCjNa7c_uDizDlA3JebJC7yUDful2XpJZ3iKSIt0TVs4AMI0IU4/s320/Tux09k.jpg" width="208" /></a></div>One of my favorite contemporary actors, Javier Bardem.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTLzrK0e3fvWy_6LwqEGhyphenhyphen9bpMRVjFDwDa-g_VphEzo7zZJz2sC2ihbEizJaIRDu6z-ZHreQwcmyi0nBsS3bs4s7GELCuVrqYuLj6IrcDrHkbynC6FbKosBqV97ApmooICy_S2qLqutlA/s320/Tux09i.jpg" width="248" /></a></div>Two others who "got the memo" early in their careers to dress right for the occasion are Matt Damon and Ben Affleck, seen here collecting Oscar statuettes back in 1998 when they were all but puppies!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHF9SRxUm6ysTGFkpG9qPWY4lFACgjM-09lTrWkUkMGupv430PUME80ObySHpa2A9ZNfpdaDqeDWMQbcXGiahBW6Pafb6EWLvLd2QCsSqBMhb4DRFhUJ_pX__CaL7WhuarfRVaDWTS8qI/s1600/Tux09j.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHF9SRxUm6ysTGFkpG9qPWY4lFACgjM-09lTrWkUkMGupv430PUME80ObySHpa2A9ZNfpdaDqeDWMQbcXGiahBW6Pafb6EWLvLd2QCsSqBMhb4DRFhUJ_pX__CaL7WhuarfRVaDWTS8qI/s320/Tux09j.jpg" width="217" /></a></div>Compare them to the ill-fitting, cattywampus get-up that flavor of the moment Justin Beiber is wearing here.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV7jb577PmsjuDnlFB7cmUGVfxqg-v3UmX9O9beBNuTg8rnOw7bnablJTxiAndKXz1gl6HYN1srH13fYc7qVjKLmWSn5vkrPn2n6QCcoD0EQhn2_o9J6V8mQvZfENuIBfUSXbhLR4bWHY/s1600/Tux09d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV7jb577PmsjuDnlFB7cmUGVfxqg-v3UmX9O9beBNuTg8rnOw7bnablJTxiAndKXz1gl6HYN1srH13fYc7qVjKLmWSn5vkrPn2n6QCcoD0EQhn2_o9J6V8mQvZfENuIBfUSXbhLR4bWHY/s320/Tux09d.JPG" width="256" /></a></div>Then there's Channing Tatum and Alex Pettyfer sporting only the barest remnants of the tuxedo in <b>Magic Mike</b> (2012.) (Perhaps I should do a photo essay on this look next time!)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA9ymOmloJwckZdtB43XkeprXB-2mxgyESrt4woysTz_qpEdTATQ54htEiYd9c1Mvl97Hn2DIBsgMve3OE9lRe2XIJ95GXQ7EGGiVbbMbG6MTkyhuIUa4hFFY7cckVT_xmKCq3rpHLhHY/s1600/Tux09e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA9ymOmloJwckZdtB43XkeprXB-2mxgyESrt4woysTz_qpEdTATQ54htEiYd9c1Mvl97Hn2DIBsgMve3OE9lRe2XIJ95GXQ7EGGiVbbMbG6MTkyhuIUa4hFFY7cckVT_xmKCq3rpHLhHY/s320/Tux09e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmc49TmwTc4NKA6ZOcLC4V4wWcJldd78-m08JAS0tZYUbNtyTm17cxYSZPydME5jiIJeb3HfEkVpnWMIFqB2nMCJNHxLJQdlEflWqhxgOB_5G631GZBFTu0dFZrcqckz9WHOwuXrsxP0/s1600/Tux10e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmc49TmwTc4NKA6ZOcLC4V4wWcJldd78-m08JAS0tZYUbNtyTm17cxYSZPydME5jiIJeb3HfEkVpnWMIFqB2nMCJNHxLJQdlEflWqhxgOB_5G631GZBFTu0dFZrcqckz9WHOwuXrsxP0/s320/Tux10e.jpg" width="262" /></a></div>My own personal favorite man in a tux is Mr. George Clooney, who always looks stunning no matter what variety of suit he is wearing or whatever type of facial growth or hairstyle his movies dictate him to have at any given moment.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ZcvXU0EXLsWuQ3g-pTjgCb7A_r4Prhz-gfsL8l37_Tsyw0z_DpIAoJc4cxorMHrqU05EtSMdyWKzJ5nCfmUX8I1lxoQQifx6vxnJnsPpVTG4Se-wejDlo7Ebg_P2-3r2Vg8naFJSfd0/s1600/Tux10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ZcvXU0EXLsWuQ3g-pTjgCb7A_r4Prhz-gfsL8l37_Tsyw0z_DpIAoJc4cxorMHrqU05EtSMdyWKzJ5nCfmUX8I1lxoQQifx6vxnJnsPpVTG4Se-wejDlo7Ebg_P2-3r2Vg8naFJSfd0/s320/Tux10.JPG" width="256" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhukatqdbSCPyhwHa6NtjI-SfEIVlMfl8h4x2hR4P4hcQyDpLxh80a1_dV1bMFLSgaf4OD4ytDceSQCBNKxD2sqzwZSEgZGJaiB6SwGtem3RGHhHZKXyVyBmbEEOutleUw3iBzFPNppCpA/s1600/Tux10f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhukatqdbSCPyhwHa6NtjI-SfEIVlMfl8h4x2hR4P4hcQyDpLxh80a1_dV1bMFLSgaf4OD4ytDceSQCBNKxD2sqzwZSEgZGJaiB6SwGtem3RGHhHZKXyVyBmbEEOutleUw3iBzFPNppCpA/s320/Tux10f.jpg" width="196" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_FzprIzJrbPoWEZA8KeBLfs9PD84GWnUYYnaMERIsYWC4StKI1c3wFj-unodAkjEJJ4KJcdk4wg_tOv79awYouIDgnNdKJ2OxOjyz9LIHeaGvQYreEjowz5ljpRHW0XuEUO_VMk_SXJ4/s1600/Tux10a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_FzprIzJrbPoWEZA8KeBLfs9PD84GWnUYYnaMERIsYWC4StKI1c3wFj-unodAkjEJJ4KJcdk4wg_tOv79awYouIDgnNdKJ2OxOjyz9LIHeaGvQYreEjowz5ljpRHW0XuEUO_VMk_SXJ4/s320/Tux10a.jpg" width="268" /></a></div>Ever since he burst forward on the hit show <i>ER</i>, he tossed aside all the crazy clothes he favored as a youth (it was the '80s after all) and began to emerge as a fashion icon in the classic tradition.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjID1CygNhjXajTVbZUsYlRPJw_urkxqfvCrMrOiLuQegDpjLnSSmN01FxuO67tCOtGsXjEhHY4PCJ5vlpr4pcYGXSlCDt3NAgTcFJ8M6t19j79gn6e8JUZ4EbXEtD38P3MpI6f7-D1sKQ/s1600/Tux10d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjID1CygNhjXajTVbZUsYlRPJw_urkxqfvCrMrOiLuQegDpjLnSSmN01FxuO67tCOtGsXjEhHY4PCJ5vlpr4pcYGXSlCDt3NAgTcFJ8M6t19j79gn6e8JUZ4EbXEtD38P3MpI6f7-D1sKQ/s320/Tux10d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I have had the pleasure of being within ten feet of this man and he is truly a star, in or out of a tuxedo. That's it til next time, my friends!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-1O1DL7bmCLQgTg4_7MX_ScHeL_EFuhACZIGr4V8sofdcqwHkk6eDnNEYMla1nVXIXqf5trKAxr9NUQ_4RfLtVLeu1UNDhvGhURPhRb4AWILgqpZHEisIQsgJ_UUuCOwxNzEhUEGvHgc/s1600/Tux10b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-1O1DL7bmCLQgTg4_7MX_ScHeL_EFuhACZIGr4V8sofdcqwHkk6eDnNEYMla1nVXIXqf5trKAxr9NUQ_4RfLtVLeu1UNDhvGhURPhRb4AWILgqpZHEisIQsgJ_UUuCOwxNzEhUEGvHgc/s320/Tux10b.JPG" width="218" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMPW-_vyhyH8G_RynSW4fikuuRQZwjYp5Q6RdvzKIxztOLZuskS5tI66r9H7VymdBFR2UDMVjkVO3GZOxgqmcOcWBwNsUdRXpcCLH1Xoe-iqzXbi_Pn8eXgSbi8cdHfwJoQ95qFIEo0BA/s1600/Tux10c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMPW-_vyhyH8G_RynSW4fikuuRQZwjYp5Q6RdvzKIxztOLZuskS5tI66r9H7VymdBFR2UDMVjkVO3GZOxgqmcOcWBwNsUdRXpcCLH1Xoe-iqzXbi_Pn8eXgSbi8cdHfwJoQ95qFIEo0BA/s320/Tux10c.jpg" width="215" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-23174162897044281622013-09-05T12:51:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:27:11.918-08:00It's High Time We Went "Green!"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaKtjNB_fn2fwyTpmpr7jofmG2qeFJHICJUzq1Cc0ncLudIMUvF52mtZ9oDmxH-R2AZAa1osMxbTecTiF5nCTAJJDaj8Okt1qSmWJJJck6hZbUXhJ3jVCB64ho3h0pEUouHB6caz1DmlY/s1600/GD00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaKtjNB_fn2fwyTpmpr7jofmG2qeFJHICJUzq1Cc0ncLudIMUvF52mtZ9oDmxH-R2AZAa1osMxbTecTiF5nCTAJJDaj8Okt1qSmWJJJck6hZbUXhJ3jVCB64ho3h0pEUouHB6caz1DmlY/s320/GD00.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Let's see... We enjoy period costume dramas. We love cinematic disaster. We adore Miss Lana Turner. What would happen if all three things converged in one movie?? Oh, they did.. in 1947's <b>Green Dolphin Street</b>! If you are unfamiliar with <b>Green Dolphin Street</b>, you probably aren't alone as it is not one of Hollywood's most heavily-remembered classics, but that isn't to say that it isn't expensive, eye-filling and more than a little bit entertaining!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-H2hMiI7BBZEVKp5KY89c7jgaM0CXyNP5G62lGw6bn_-r8_bfVgD2ZuqO1ufjLlH-tflFxGoOGkggBWXPQVlpsBXXH6-6qUaeCeNp3ENcSCG68qfy9So02KpDfk2ovgU5hU-xlbEVNdw/s1600/GD00a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-H2hMiI7BBZEVKp5KY89c7jgaM0CXyNP5G62lGw6bn_-r8_bfVgD2ZuqO1ufjLlH-tflFxGoOGkggBWXPQVlpsBXXH6-6qUaeCeNp3ENcSCG68qfy9So02KpDfk2ovgU5hU-xlbEVNdw/s320/GD00a.JPG" width="235" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHTJdS-AVR2VR2lKeEqrRs6F-Y_haU_MkIR8hRgr8WKGmGLEbrLjoTM_42G-arXlq5h_Q_aWKKz2FUqAiCn3Sval5IxqdYtykH-DxKFczo-kCZ-4oV4eieBcQQAbmtR1mvx01YDvH9rHc/s1600/GD09e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHTJdS-AVR2VR2lKeEqrRs6F-Y_haU_MkIR8hRgr8WKGmGLEbrLjoTM_42G-arXlq5h_Q_aWKKz2FUqAiCn3Sval5IxqdYtykH-DxKFczo-kCZ-4oV4eieBcQQAbmtR1mvx01YDvH9rHc/s320/GD09e.JPG" width="224" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The movie was born of a (fairly short-lived) contest that MGM once held each year, awarding one novel a hefty cash prize for being the most comfortably adaptable to cinema screens. The English author of the book, Elizabeth Goudge, had penned (and would continue to compose) many short stories, novels and children's books when her “Green Dolphin Country” was published in 1944. Changed to “Green Dolphin Street” for the U.S. and for the film, it was one of only two of the MGM prize-winners to actually come to fruition as a movie (the other being <b>Raintree County</b> in 1957, from a 1948 novel.) Her works, including this one, often had an element of spiritual catharsis.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzZq0T1zXdRpOpkSWCcw7UUuKQzfA49R4p8iObCcY2phKOFsWse2ZLxTR1dpnZELYiN-HPeQUIXL-x1HK93QH4oNpG02iaXrq9tWpRkhnaXEPye43WZV_MDutFSFglWuxCBZdFxXMtmKI/s1600/GD01c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzZq0T1zXdRpOpkSWCcw7UUuKQzfA49R4p8iObCcY2phKOFsWse2ZLxTR1dpnZELYiN-HPeQUIXL-x1HK93QH4oNpG02iaXrq9tWpRkhnaXEPye43WZV_MDutFSFglWuxCBZdFxXMtmKI/s320/GD01c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The story begins in a small village along the English Channel where well-to-do Edmund Gwenn and his wife Gladys Cooper are raising their two lovely daughters Lana Turner and Donna Reed. (The girls have the vaguely similar names of Marianne and Marguerite, respectively.) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_KArmagIi35V8DVN9uwnwnRDRvOfiyLtDRJBwm7QwFBOsEKvtb3uShteClasMuKKvfznZkQFo7hnO9jcwt0Olevguw6eosfKoBGGTTkASBTjlH6ZJ3MThTpptI70Rb11wXOMq0vffmP0/s1600/GD00d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_KArmagIi35V8DVN9uwnwnRDRvOfiyLtDRJBwm7QwFBOsEKvtb3uShteClasMuKKvfznZkQFo7hnO9jcwt0Olevguw6eosfKoBGGTTkASBTjlH6ZJ3MThTpptI70Rb11wXOMq0vffmP0/s320/GD00d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRfJ1ta07Uv6LelQK4d2hErdQswIB4dfwsgTfP-eibho0QvDK7vpm0pYuW3tt1E7WiTO2bDtLBhvkul3kRrqdJK8lg-UrQvZzG8aQdywXQmFIxp9vYvhHmt0r9tLbhK5D1a8GjVP7oS_U/s1600/GD00e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRfJ1ta07Uv6LelQK4d2hErdQswIB4dfwsgTfP-eibho0QvDK7vpm0pYuW3tt1E7WiTO2bDtLBhvkul3kRrqdJK8lg-UrQvZzG8aQdywXQmFIxp9vYvhHmt0r9tLbhK5D1a8GjVP7oS_U/s320/GD00e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The village is situated close to an imposing convent, set high atop an isolated, towering cliff which can only be reached during low tide. The Reverend Mother (Dame May Whitty) receives notice that a former resident of the village is about to return home after long being away and this news sends her scurrying to see Cooper in order to prepare her.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFmxnzQUH_DtGwr9S0fDDYACkNatG3womTyw133KrVONYDb6CIPAWmDD94PdbNhdMEb6hnKQ3JWvJ-zwLwm7hGnQYVErnDD8nyRF7lMps3hEHVKz3NRuWrSpp6uZni4GdVcTMEYb53CS0/s1600/GD01b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFmxnzQUH_DtGwr9S0fDDYACkNatG3womTyw133KrVONYDb6CIPAWmDD94PdbNhdMEb6hnKQ3JWvJ-zwLwm7hGnQYVErnDD8nyRF7lMps3hEHVKz3NRuWrSpp6uZni4GdVcTMEYb53CS0/s320/GD01b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The one returning home is a heavy-drinking doctor, Frank Morgan, once the great love of Cooper's life who was deemed not suitable for a lady of her station. He had left the village rather than stay and watch as she was paired with the wealthy, but unimpressive-looking, Gwenn. Now a widower returning decades later with a handsome son (Richard Hart), his presence threatens to upset the happy balance that Cooper has achieved with her husband Gwenn.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVNxrWPU7MN6ToxZQ3Kdd8Q9OG_kKfM-cCu_5HCqwdkv7I5f-61GxhwgifTB06eRnuKS4OQ8XHSGdARD-LmSZgy16fIv4NglaXz0SLunW5XZISNvZ619RjSsFLi69ZiThl0pyHE4Rr_Ck/s1600/GD01d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVNxrWPU7MN6ToxZQ3Kdd8Q9OG_kKfM-cCu_5HCqwdkv7I5f-61GxhwgifTB06eRnuKS4OQ8XHSGdARD-LmSZgy16fIv4NglaXz0SLunW5XZISNvZ619RjSsFLi69ZiThl0pyHE4Rr_Ck/s320/GD01d.JPG" width="307" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Cooper wishes to go to see Morgan and ask that he downplay their prior romance for appearance's sake, but before she can get there, her own two daughters trot across the street (Green Dolphin St., of course!) to make their presence known. Turner, the more headstrong and ambitious of the two, wastes no time in pointing out Hart's deficiencies, while the more demure Reed simply looks on fondly.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhKRBUTcI3O-quyKVVgXjkL4hcv0RdvOwaJGAIjYznOqi0SDVqsAZD48qSKwmh-FC0_qmJSWc1yoPGXumvaAKVBodobaKaOBnkVyYjz6er2tirR4ntkDhMqbiqNaK0kxA5IJJiFTlf-qA/s1600/GD01e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhKRBUTcI3O-quyKVVgXjkL4hcv0RdvOwaJGAIjYznOqi0SDVqsAZD48qSKwmh-FC0_qmJSWc1yoPGXumvaAKVBodobaKaOBnkVyYjz6er2tirR4ntkDhMqbiqNaK0kxA5IJJiFTlf-qA/s320/GD01e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Cooper does get to speak to Morgan and he gallantly agrees to act as if they are no more than friendly old neighbors and acquaintances. Before long, Hart is squiring the two young ladies around, leading to something of a love triangle in which Hart has eyes for Reed, but both Turner and Reed are attracted to him. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkFfhTrwTGLS0M2-NgVTDhVq614ev1dN-c6owSdZJPn2K-ZGcXYRy09y25XOYVs-57e34UOs0eYVGtt9DkPtohqB3kpULIlTWzLUZcMUHRrcVkPCTRzwtIORIxAHR_ZoxqMSPP8JGzjI/s1600/GD01f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkFfhTrwTGLS0M2-NgVTDhVq614ev1dN-c6owSdZJPn2K-ZGcXYRy09y25XOYVs-57e34UOs0eYVGtt9DkPtohqB3kpULIlTWzLUZcMUHRrcVkPCTRzwtIORIxAHR_ZoxqMSPP8JGzjI/s320/GD01f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Meanwhile, a local resident and woodcarver (Van Heflin) is a long-time secret admirer of Turner's and occasionally arranges for little bouquets of flowers to be given to her. This doesn't exactly thrill the lady he's been involved with on a carnal basis, who threatens to go to her brother and air her complaints.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lQU_8o3NAcNeVbTolz_nn62PlaKXTOmpkJssyl1RgKVmIEhuK5czQU7Bhy3r4uy9-bbBzZJ6DnoXcSwWc3u6LjmuR4EMSBoN7kynsjAJjrz88xekYY5wCZDClE-_1-e-BiLC9f8EZ4Q/s1600/GD02c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lQU_8o3NAcNeVbTolz_nn62PlaKXTOmpkJssyl1RgKVmIEhuK5czQU7Bhy3r4uy9-bbBzZJ6DnoXcSwWc3u6LjmuR4EMSBoN7kynsjAJjrz88xekYY5wCZDClE-_1-e-BiLC9f8EZ4Q/s320/GD02c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuc2ZuNde09P1MpZlsB1HppiF8VvZEpSIzv0GzYchY-qWohYiJp3Vu8H35lFFjcdPabIF-D9vKdNJpiMuQJ6P2JHajQuWVOHQ-XLnWmrtQIlGuvWrWsufyKQsjj3kbC6aVa_Bcrcz9pJ0/s1600/GD02f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuc2ZuNde09P1MpZlsB1HppiF8VvZEpSIzv0GzYchY-qWohYiJp3Vu8H35lFFjcdPabIF-D9vKdNJpiMuQJ6P2JHajQuWVOHQ-XLnWmrtQIlGuvWrWsufyKQsjj3kbC6aVa_Bcrcz9pJ0/s320/GD02f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">One evening, Heflin shows up at Morgan's house for aid to a badly cut arm. Hart and Morgan get him patched up, but when Morgan says he must report the injury to the police, Heflin implores him not to do so. The man he tangled with (his jilted girlfriend's protective brother) is dead, in self defense, but nonetheless dead. He goes off to seek work on the Green Dolphin, a ship that's docked in the nearby harbor. Meanwhile, Hart continues to spend time with the two pretty sisters.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-SHvcRQ0xzd9HbF47cKxvuO_kMlWGpj1fgR_eQ1oJQP-3R7wv1PPXE4mN5JFLC7B5TrClvo-R1Lj3wsmrKRNBUOqcEfdkcKRSDGvn_sEF38NZ1JLS1OXuWqiRI0VBK3KEpyO0fcnUt5M/s1600/GD02d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-SHvcRQ0xzd9HbF47cKxvuO_kMlWGpj1fgR_eQ1oJQP-3R7wv1PPXE4mN5JFLC7B5TrClvo-R1Lj3wsmrKRNBUOqcEfdkcKRSDGvn_sEF38NZ1JLS1OXuWqiRI0VBK3KEpyO0fcnUt5M/s320/GD02d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkRp2YaGuVX-qYIliTf7L3fHrzuuvZggZNcNOTtJsMODgwlx4iISEE9AE7Rzo5cPAsYpFUvqGKmV4m88hhHuVgxdMb4bsJ7Zls7tufdAeuwnDhSoKE-HgScSz6RWP8WKJcUecLHyxsnSo/s1600/GD02e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkRp2YaGuVX-qYIliTf7L3fHrzuuvZggZNcNOTtJsMODgwlx4iISEE9AE7Rzo5cPAsYpFUvqGKmV4m88hhHuVgxdMb4bsJ7Zls7tufdAeuwnDhSoKE-HgScSz6RWP8WKJcUecLHyxsnSo/s320/GD02e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Though his heart belongs to Reed, Hart keeps accidentally winding up in one-on-one dates with Turner because he can't tell one from another when they are standing in their bedroom window across the street and up one flight! He is fond enough of Turner, who is dazzlingly beautiful and forward-thinking, but far prefers the delicate, sweet-natured Reed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbt7Pn3g3RkbCwqRmfJUW3j8R5D-z-NqwnKuAdSDoMOa9pyppJem07JXxMz9yAXSIuZU0S7kDDWOcSCutYgVG0wS2TmG2HP8L2aVAEzNAt83YA74n8WVdWfUi4elQd0bNhmwQXZXLcoM/s1600/GD03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbt7Pn3g3RkbCwqRmfJUW3j8R5D-z-NqwnKuAdSDoMOa9pyppJem07JXxMz9yAXSIuZU0S7kDDWOcSCutYgVG0wS2TmG2HP8L2aVAEzNAt83YA74n8WVdWfUi4elQd0bNhmwQXZXLcoM/s320/GD03.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ_nuy_U2pr1H7sS6HeBXyhqA0AR9lPKiAL0ZXGE3d94T4YiUDMVz6NWGM5Jxa_c8pgoVELpNoCSjL8HOcbHJy7uTqD7ZgU1meBAmDMhFKeifZsazqnPw3Z0a2DXOT8F5VqFZvVgiYALo/s1600/GD03b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ_nuy_U2pr1H7sS6HeBXyhqA0AR9lPKiAL0ZXGE3d94T4YiUDMVz6NWGM5Jxa_c8pgoVELpNoCSjL8HOcbHJy7uTqD7ZgU1meBAmDMhFKeifZsazqnPw3Z0a2DXOT8F5VqFZvVgiYALo/s200/GD03b.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">After a spontaneous and delightful day on board the Green Dolphin, which Turner considers a sign, since Hart lives on Green Dolphin St., she declares that Hart needs to enlist in the navy. This is in order to make a gentleman out of him and to make him worthy of the hand of a true lady in marriage. Already far more outspoken and free-thinking than most young women of her era, she goes about coercing her father Gwenn into footing the bill for Hart's seafaring enlistment and education, all the while knowing it will lead to her own marriage to the man.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiKYg00QdEaoTnLuCI9gsBNmdgKai5yD9GHvczkJmQZXrhNn7aDV7bQs4Aq2aaMX40bI5X62MiAw19zfYM0d0rVJ2k_qW6_YFhdtyIUZy6hYOFBfa9V6NOS6C4iXJyYAdkQMVmk7r4gjc/s1600/GD03c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiKYg00QdEaoTnLuCI9gsBNmdgKai5yD9GHvczkJmQZXrhNn7aDV7bQs4Aq2aaMX40bI5X62MiAw19zfYM0d0rVJ2k_qW6_YFhdtyIUZy6hYOFBfa9V6NOS6C4iXJyYAdkQMVmk7r4gjc/s320/GD03c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3jVWGo10Q_9YAVe7FIkfcuBkg0gJ-PvgVx8iyrcUY2mhogjI0TNOeXFuH7n58eBq8FSmsQAMansh7bRvRECgtAG2A744fJfAjwN0M0zSM7OEDP-4oIJ9NA9Rlv0MAIovx7MvqeItcBfM/s1600/GD04aa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3jVWGo10Q_9YAVe7FIkfcuBkg0gJ-PvgVx8iyrcUY2mhogjI0TNOeXFuH7n58eBq8FSmsQAMansh7bRvRECgtAG2A744fJfAjwN0M0zSM7OEDP-4oIJ9NA9Rlv0MAIovx7MvqeItcBfM/s200/GD04aa.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Hart heads off for the first leg of his lengthy stint as a navy man and after a considerable amount of time has passed, comes back home for a visit. Turner arranges to have him to her house for dinner and decks herself out in another showy gown. Unfortunately, before they can even sit down, Morgan's housekeeper (Moyna MacGill) comes bursting in to say that Morgan has had a seizure. Soon after, Morgan expires, leaving Hart practically alone in the world.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpjgCgzJ9JUkZmHxo65aS3NRAHMDXzocmvRuVqnj3Oto2FzfnI0_SC8M2Qf5XVX3ofQLWW4QSNWackU3mvn_urnyzEmM6Hrl50oIUYT0SKqq4ldAkZ-Ekmif9b4ltdxjabYfPtPHhJLOY/s1600/GD04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpjgCgzJ9JUkZmHxo65aS3NRAHMDXzocmvRuVqnj3Oto2FzfnI0_SC8M2Qf5XVX3ofQLWW4QSNWackU3mvn_urnyzEmM6Hrl50oIUYT0SKqq4ldAkZ-Ekmif9b4ltdxjabYfPtPHhJLOY/s320/GD04.JPG" width="269" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihiSa13TcZeQMEMHA5UOXaWeAzQrrfL_c1o1vHNXUi0Z-jryXDUOicndszPNKNl4Q2RHlnHlTyartv6z16TDYklDhqw55fb4Er7KAYMo5epaD5s83reGP7NafnSv0izLjl1aHMP8higaU/s1600/GD03f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihiSa13TcZeQMEMHA5UOXaWeAzQrrfL_c1o1vHNXUi0Z-jryXDUOicndszPNKNl4Q2RHlnHlTyartv6z16TDYklDhqw55fb4Er7KAYMo5epaD5s83reGP7NafnSv0izLjl1aHMP8higaU/s320/GD03f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">All along, Hart's heart has to belonged to Reed and he asks her to wait for him as he continues his lengthy odyssey as a sailor and, ultimately, an officer in the navy. While in China, he goes to a murky, smoky vendor and buys a necklace for Reed from a Eurasian girl. He pays a fellow sailor to make certain that it is shipped on the next departing boat along with a note for Reed, expressing his love for her and his intentions of marriage.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizeGQPXkVr6BIxRN0_Xw1IA-3-56qXBR4Cg63yBl_Vy_XmiUBIQqqb0LX3vDkp9MY5UO2paNIZpxBb-Ds8eZpy7C2NqB9ULdJvJJhZrp0XHKHFUTFORG65EnYvOosW3OyPvfc7tYnttPE/s1600/GD04e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizeGQPXkVr6BIxRN0_Xw1IA-3-56qXBR4Cg63yBl_Vy_XmiUBIQqqb0LX3vDkp9MY5UO2paNIZpxBb-Ds8eZpy7C2NqB9ULdJvJJhZrp0XHKHFUTFORG65EnYvOosW3OyPvfc7tYnttPE/s320/GD04e.JPG" width="226" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Despite this, he returns to the store for some rice wine (and God knows what else) with the seductive young proprietress. After a cozy nestle outside the back of her shop for a sip of the stuff, he next reawakens on a filthy street with his hand lying in a trench where villagers are dumping their liquid waste! His uniform is mostly gone, as is all his money, and he's nursing one hell of a hangover. The worse news is that his ship is gone and now he is considered a deserter!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvz-mcGrawilFpEsqRLbcokge54QohQMvs2Re0LgzO2Y4t5DoASrO-3NwLJ6Ghk9-ENmjaLSsqPHwundoAPPi3OBGJDV-OZmeLqcOWCwbiJ1sbSefQH7F0jXi8AYA8KlxmgLbIxHnX8Tc/s1600/GD04g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvz-mcGrawilFpEsqRLbcokge54QohQMvs2Re0LgzO2Y4t5DoASrO-3NwLJ6Ghk9-ENmjaLSsqPHwundoAPPi3OBGJDV-OZmeLqcOWCwbiJ1sbSefQH7F0jXi8AYA8KlxmgLbIxHnX8Tc/s320/GD04g.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG8Vjs5Wa0mDcaoJx2NQ1mow7dpGuGs896IFEPxK0kDYrdGwGi0GcY0uQHPMYz_uVdseSDC786H8DNwZFPDKPzVCuC6T5xO-kDoqvrOeqlRmicliS414FrtZvFlYelqhTHoXZFsb_TWxk/s1600/GD05c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG8Vjs5Wa0mDcaoJx2NQ1mow7dpGuGs896IFEPxK0kDYrdGwGi0GcY0uQHPMYz_uVdseSDC786H8DNwZFPDKPzVCuC6T5xO-kDoqvrOeqlRmicliS414FrtZvFlYelqhTHoXZFsb_TWxk/s320/GD05c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He's fortunate that the Green Dolphin happens to be in port. (Small world, ain't it??) He stows away on board and eventually heads to New Zealand. Once there, he is supposed to go to work for a missionary, as arranged by the Green Dolphin's captain, but instead he heads to the local watering hole where he is reunited with Heflin, now an accepted local resident, friendly with the Maori tribespeople. The two of them join up to work Heflin's curry business deep in the woods.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHLuhUzotWFMi2Fp5iwFOGO2PoQ0MjUktTvB6YnTpE1O8Zw_WLIN0z_keUxAEC5roQpbzEfdFJ7vf2VWd3qWxKpOJmUfIL6nCRQWG1N-Tgub6F5_4dhExNPwuYI3-GEZtlSwS0rrS8mUU/s1600/GD05d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHLuhUzotWFMi2Fp5iwFOGO2PoQ0MjUktTvB6YnTpE1O8Zw_WLIN0z_keUxAEC5roQpbzEfdFJ7vf2VWd3qWxKpOJmUfIL6nCRQWG1N-Tgub6F5_4dhExNPwuYI3-GEZtlSwS0rrS8mUU/s320/GD05d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2d809B3quEnMS_tMtg3_SV3HECRb0yfxuP_1odv2iQCqTZTrmzFo1eYcBRI_W5ufQKJjbK5BuHeIA5u9dF8mHM3DEhHlyoHYEnPN2wVtXMLTEzJLJbWo-NczSC1bpzjUqyvVgRzoz44/s1600/GD04c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="165" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2d809B3quEnMS_tMtg3_SV3HECRb0yfxuP_1odv2iQCqTZTrmzFo1eYcBRI_W5ufQKJjbK5BuHeIA5u9dF8mHM3DEhHlyoHYEnPN2wVtXMLTEzJLJbWo-NczSC1bpzjUqyvVgRzoz44/s200/GD04c.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Back home, Turner and Reed believe Hart to be dead after his Chinese drugging, disappearance and apparent desertion. One day, a letter comes to the house from Hart, causing Turner to faint dead away (but fortunately right into her key light!) Once sufficiently recovered, the letter is read by Cooper and, in it, Hart proposes marriage... to TURNER! Turner is practically licking her chops about this while Reed is crestfallen. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkbcWS5gQ6niDNWpiZ4c9OKG0qcZ_QiAaWdOB-tQH-Kg-ftaf62DTc-7pht1UVc1UPeuPU46ga2KYX1TXUg6mkxsJQdzskuIhN_C8owdhfoqsmJ6EijcBTodRbzWTC67-G0oHxru8Na9s/s1600/GD05f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkbcWS5gQ6niDNWpiZ4c9OKG0qcZ_QiAaWdOB-tQH-Kg-ftaf62DTc-7pht1UVc1UPeuPU46ga2KYX1TXUg6mkxsJQdzskuIhN_C8owdhfoqsmJ6EijcBTodRbzWTC67-G0oHxru8Na9s/s320/GD05f.JPG" width="274" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd1nSouHR2525C-NGLndVbUy8mW-UonnGfDCvNV7ngfkHiCa3DsRFw8Flk4i_x9tmrqCxxjT34NQCELlCwoUcSMeElAoTz9FQuwu4fktmL2HNBobkYDX36AO9S0ZUuLRK0uamo0YcbYVg/s1600/GD05g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd1nSouHR2525C-NGLndVbUy8mW-UonnGfDCvNV7ngfkHiCa3DsRFw8Flk4i_x9tmrqCxxjT34NQCELlCwoUcSMeElAoTz9FQuwu4fktmL2HNBobkYDX36AO9S0ZUuLRK0uamo0YcbYVg/s320/GD05g.JPG" width="235" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">It turns out that Hart, having written the letter while in a drunken stupor, wrote down the wrong name. (I guess this is sort of the 19<sup>th</sup> century version of shouting out the wrong partner's name during sex?) He has no idea that he's even done it until the Green Dolphin (natch!) pulls into port and there on the deck is Turner, not Reed. Heflin has to convince him to suck it up and marry her rather than send her back on another six month sea voyage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgOOehNcrIeC28W4lbMCv5z8LJA3-pyGjsuZc5sMYyu-_uONlZeoLeUa7a0AYfIhHfyc2Q02xSFErV1BKhtq-ISV225nfBBCNl-P1D__8n3vWS-eIgaEnbwzmfJShyegjGiZYyv1RLqU/s1600/GD06c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgOOehNcrIeC28W4lbMCv5z8LJA3-pyGjsuZc5sMYyu-_uONlZeoLeUa7a0AYfIhHfyc2Q02xSFErV1BKhtq-ISV225nfBBCNl-P1D__8n3vWS-eIgaEnbwzmfJShyegjGiZYyv1RLqU/s320/GD06c.JPG" width="255" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZC3dAAuJ31KonXRkZ1z7IvmZLBDA8voATZEaANL-MrkxeWQ7SmA4_M0jE1NADMsXI8vdKap59I34IV_3WjZc3rRapJ8dDLeycwYBetFWJOp2et_qH9wR_hOWLnbbcXgbO3OLucUYvh-I/s1600/GD06d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZC3dAAuJ31KonXRkZ1z7IvmZLBDA8voATZEaANL-MrkxeWQ7SmA4_M0jE1NADMsXI8vdKap59I34IV_3WjZc3rRapJ8dDLeycwYBetFWJOp2et_qH9wR_hOWLnbbcXgbO3OLucUYvh-I/s320/GD06d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Hart and Turner are married and Turner establishes a near-instant dislike for Heflin, completely unaware that he had once been her ardent secret admirer and must now witness his best friend being wed to her. She insists that they head directly to Heflin and Hart's compound, now a lumber camp thanks to their newest venture, where she can set up house.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghV78BDnl6uO9NUWjyBAWbsHG_rRXHw_Ki_5lIIpOdfg_tQtoYmvfQRwfEOXvXLlFEJlhxR1Vl4JPSfx_b_L0mEX4israf2RxdkeSFpUYhAnDAt4pS1PqeYX4nUC9CzcZ0m_5FkOPi_LE/s1600/GD06e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghV78BDnl6uO9NUWjyBAWbsHG_rRXHw_Ki_5lIIpOdfg_tQtoYmvfQRwfEOXvXLlFEJlhxR1Vl4JPSfx_b_L0mEX4israf2RxdkeSFpUYhAnDAt4pS1PqeYX4nUC9CzcZ0m_5FkOPi_LE/s320/GD06e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">She unpacks all the doilies and bric-a-brac (and dresses!) that she brought with her while her servant girl (Linda Christian) has to put it all away. Turner is no small-thinker and has a head for business, too, quite a shocking thing for her day. She believes that that river is the key to success in the lumber business and that they could increase their profits tremendously by using a barge to transport their timber rather than the traditional trails on land.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRKBd1FFpEiTyLJ_OekoSrf_9gZ8KqvKZY8qsI19bfEACmpXADWwayDdCawC9HP7yo8TENH56HmCkLGhe2GbdMaeH3Fa9F5eATmm81Qv4jnBW3R-_afZtoZ-2NFvzcXjx55pFzCNnhK8c/s1600/GD06b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRKBd1FFpEiTyLJ_OekoSrf_9gZ8KqvKZY8qsI19bfEACmpXADWwayDdCawC9HP7yo8TENH56HmCkLGhe2GbdMaeH3Fa9F5eATmm81Qv4jnBW3R-_afZtoZ-2NFvzcXjx55pFzCNnhK8c/s320/GD06b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3oCMWK12x7KZUKUvU0YwbtMBmP3rxZTZx6GG8580sIw85BCOogh4VIt7mRx0aQKoCI8DHTvoxanGHbCoyQQbx5M-8_Zvpj6IRFch7T5jqGQun2HIq_k9rMzrZIfMVH4ZtT_1W3sVDc4I/s1600/GD06f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3oCMWK12x7KZUKUvU0YwbtMBmP3rxZTZx6GG8580sIw85BCOogh4VIt7mRx0aQKoCI8DHTvoxanGHbCoyQQbx5M-8_Zvpj6IRFch7T5jqGQun2HIq_k9rMzrZIfMVH4ZtT_1W3sVDc4I/s320/GD06f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Back home, Reed is about to experience the very worst day of her life. Cooper has fallen ill and is about to die. In a truly wondrous scene, she calls Gwenn and Reed close to her so that she can express her true feelings to them about the life they've shared. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_BV9_r-9ksM9Dfg6hKnpBdeRRlANr3gVJpVdtqrwpc8lEERTLVqeJJ2F1zCkH78G0L5INKso11RbsA8wSiP0A4LmeWmBYRHvmZrrVoS1ekZ0BQHH1uz8_j17-jVPxCzUdZA7jwPREceA/s1600/GD07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_BV9_r-9ksM9Dfg6hKnpBdeRRlANr3gVJpVdtqrwpc8lEERTLVqeJJ2F1zCkH78G0L5INKso11RbsA8wSiP0A4LmeWmBYRHvmZrrVoS1ekZ0BQHH1uz8_j17-jVPxCzUdZA7jwPREceA/s320/GD07.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">No sooner has Cooper passed on until MacGill presents Reed with a letter from Hart, which Reed can't bring herself to read. MacGill proceeds to read it aloud, revealing that Turner is pregnant and due to give birth to the couple's first child. This would be enough of a blow in the wake of her beloved mother's death, but the bad news is not over. Her father Gwenn has too passed on at the side of his deceased wife!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvngSoPPspshY_oFEBPiBw-Q-5kDdO2mzHhGnmcXyIFQcvosYdXl7VaPgqvcWaB5q954CreYuLDeU-_VYVwRP7Bm9wpgICP3S2Y4oM6-JehzV399K0WN5EtyOfxDZf2C4WF1iPM7Ze2FQ/s1600/GD07d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvngSoPPspshY_oFEBPiBw-Q-5kDdO2mzHhGnmcXyIFQcvosYdXl7VaPgqvcWaB5q954CreYuLDeU-_VYVwRP7Bm9wpgICP3S2Y4oM6-JehzV399K0WN5EtyOfxDZf2C4WF1iPM7Ze2FQ/s320/GD07d.JPG" width="279" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgceQ_s3qOCr5nQWoWzro3OCNekm_yF2i1wKW2zpiG4phzRvjv7PsbPW935BeXhIla5GeuaQ5l9tWQmMVIZiodHjqrNNu9vFidMR3Yb2zoRJrJlFe-dw1GvUv6_okgF3mhcJp7-lo50mQU/s1600/GD07e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgceQ_s3qOCr5nQWoWzro3OCNekm_yF2i1wKW2zpiG4phzRvjv7PsbPW935BeXhIla5GeuaQ5l9tWQmMVIZiodHjqrNNu9vFidMR3Yb2zoRJrJlFe-dw1GvUv6_okgF3mhcJp7-lo50mQU/s320/GD07e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This is positively more than she can take and she darts out of the house and walks, walks, walks to the shoreline of the convent where she collapses in the sand. Awoken when the tide begins to rush back in, she finds that she is cut off and cannot get back home. She darts into a cave once used by pirates in order to resist being thrashed by the incoming water.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9tgWgfSifmKLxeIuldgwAMYpTx3IvUhQC2Ga7iBjuaxS2VWe1abQLnZT-hUtN_mNGsWV3ezaI9_TF0bWGUkwF78ihr5a8j7vnDy-JXY7Vqpplt2HbQjw75vGBwdyiv8aPXCA3wWrN-I/s1600/GD07f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9tgWgfSifmKLxeIuldgwAMYpTx3IvUhQC2Ga7iBjuaxS2VWe1abQLnZT-hUtN_mNGsWV3ezaI9_TF0bWGUkwF78ihr5a8j7vnDy-JXY7Vqpplt2HbQjw75vGBwdyiv8aPXCA3wWrN-I/s320/GD07f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This cave, shown previously when Hart was exploring the area, has a near-vertical tunnel that stretches up and up and up to the top of the mount where the convent is situated. Reed, in a simultaneously gripping and corny sequence, perilously, grittily makes this climb, scuffing her hands, tearing her dress and wearily pulling herself to the light at the end of the tunnel (get it?)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbf4fBTd7j7e3FrYbgUQADCAb-REdSWMp59mZ4NoxlXiTlCdiZjhiP4cIIeuD1Itg362rIrx_yZAXWHsOjF4TDWAvBuw2pIIeDXfcTeQNIV9BWycYs2JOX5gRZrTPbMbadSGWFimTbpwg/s1600/GD07g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbf4fBTd7j7e3FrYbgUQADCAb-REdSWMp59mZ4NoxlXiTlCdiZjhiP4cIIeuD1Itg362rIrx_yZAXWHsOjF4TDWAvBuw2pIIeDXfcTeQNIV9BWycYs2JOX5gRZrTPbMbadSGWFimTbpwg/s320/GD07g.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Once there, she crawls to a rarely-used door and knocks until she collapses. Reverend Mother Whittty takes her in, patches her up and tries to console her, giving her a small religious book that she treasures and which she believes will help Reed to cope and to find her way.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTexYcs5zyHz4bAwJBRXHQraUVDnOuju0L2T2Vo5f9xqfT3jZasdXv_HsFsLcpzMrHV4URdIKQJMErHCbv5vtVmSctxeAnhXodt85KqGIvL_MeyDt8SgR5HRQi5nf5uFPWdah10YUDLSY/s1600/GD08a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTexYcs5zyHz4bAwJBRXHQraUVDnOuju0L2T2Vo5f9xqfT3jZasdXv_HsFsLcpzMrHV4URdIKQJMErHCbv5vtVmSctxeAnhXodt85KqGIvL_MeyDt8SgR5HRQi5nf5uFPWdah10YUDLSY/s320/GD08a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In New Zealand, we see the pregnant (but not visibly so) Turner receiving a gift from Heflin, a hand-carved cradle with a little seahorse on the front (not a dolphin?) She is miserable that her marriage doesn't seem to be working despite her love of Hart and all her best efforts. Heflin, of course, still loves her himself, but won't let on this fact to her.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBzPyy2jnB6n_-ayN0sRhsx0QJ12VwbAHQhYQydE8RW_ECc78blPXWrZOhIhKQq-ab4XCAWwXaw0wODYtL36bt8QUOTFDKWk5dyKb29kkXj2FbJZTSExp7d7TBxuODK9i2GbBccKnM5BY/s1600/GD08d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBzPyy2jnB6n_-ayN0sRhsx0QJ12VwbAHQhYQydE8RW_ECc78blPXWrZOhIhKQq-ab4XCAWwXaw0wODYtL36bt8QUOTFDKWk5dyKb29kkXj2FbJZTSExp7d7TBxuODK9i2GbBccKnM5BY/s320/GD08d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Hart sets out on a barge that is loaded down with timber and Turner begs him to stay and let Heflin take it to port instead. He explains that it is his place to transport the beams and reassures her that she has been an ideal wife to him.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEielPNN6RTC4TQGaVqHxeRUQoWyO0azkcAOWhujf_BwCVF0ATMBFv2LLB-1SWfm59-qvsVZrGLukwOPehO4d7W48muXXxVMQQRkPlFo-01-wN5vzr6-7SeVQGS8BcvJ6nVhJRi5ilal1JA/s1600/GD08e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEielPNN6RTC4TQGaVqHxeRUQoWyO0azkcAOWhujf_BwCVF0ATMBFv2LLB-1SWfm59-qvsVZrGLukwOPehO4d7W48muXXxVMQQRkPlFo-01-wN5vzr6-7SeVQGS8BcvJ6nVhJRi5ilal1JA/s320/GD08e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Turner is next shown needle-pointing near the cradle Heflin made and listening to the Maori workers labor to cut down and mill the nearby trees. Suddenly, though, there is silence and she acts Christian to find out what is happening.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxqGYbf6bZW2MhZAUXOrhcE_snsGgmY_SozYOGomu_PcUvnXLv-vS9PH8o9GE46Tb3iPC00bwIZlmMWNoOUfgoitMNzwnTw2bBhgR9wnnYcLcu-FsOE9SREbMF6cQp5J-rWALGolu5m4/s1600/GD08f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxqGYbf6bZW2MhZAUXOrhcE_snsGgmY_SozYOGomu_PcUvnXLv-vS9PH8o9GE46Tb3iPC00bwIZlmMWNoOUfgoitMNzwnTw2bBhgR9wnnYcLcu-FsOE9SREbMF6cQp5J-rWALGolu5m4/s320/GD08f.JPG" width="238" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Christian doesn't even make it out of the house before a violent earthquake occurs! The walls shake as she and Turner are tossed around, ultimately thrown to the floor where Turner tries to find shelter under a table while screaming her head off continuously.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The earthquake continues, shaking loose gigantic trees that keep falling over. Howling natives run here and there, but nearly always wind up directly in the path of an enormous, toppling tree!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwibWyuYbVjFh0zc6-q1I6kWALPKYEHGw_ZmBJwJ9gP02aFDPWeqjV07Y9KMaTrxqtS7naRYhzNI-bFQWS9CfRYgz-EvtKoh2PnkBbBfC7CXL4GEIM7foybV_LgFEFKMwpHXnAIe74I3Q/s1600/GD08g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwibWyuYbVjFh0zc6-q1I6kWALPKYEHGw_ZmBJwJ9gP02aFDPWeqjV07Y9KMaTrxqtS7naRYhzNI-bFQWS9CfRYgz-EvtKoh2PnkBbBfC7CXL4GEIM7foybV_LgFEFKMwpHXnAIe74I3Q/s320/GD08g.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mD4_hdfuCIy1cwM-q9C704bPGCiYx9aeCo2EZMfBF9DdA-yoypGeTR-fJBM4A2qvE1gfma4rmRenRh5yW_UV7uwGrO7K8uMa15FRZv9VJFPXCS_i84I2iOMxc8XH5lz20u4BjV44xak/s1600/GD09a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mD4_hdfuCIy1cwM-q9C704bPGCiYx9aeCo2EZMfBF9DdA-yoypGeTR-fJBM4A2qvE1gfma4rmRenRh5yW_UV7uwGrO7K8uMa15FRZv9VJFPXCS_i84I2iOMxc8XH5lz20u4BjV44xak/s320/GD09a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The effects here are the best seen to that point since <b>San Francisco </b>(1936) and it's exciting to see the land coming apart, with the occasional tribesman falling in, as Heflin races to Turner's aid and has to carry her across unsteady ground that is bubbling up with gases and debris. He and Christian finally get the pregnant, unconscious Turner to safety.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCiWSTXSx2_5xhuSDdxWiSZGciFhxcPFWEtPp57u8iuCViUZev82uLuT_-OLKJvqt8QmiRRxOwtQlNDu3K-HGTKirOFwb3mSVRt3J-iQPM3qXRVd6fdfmLgmEA6F0ZczwPykvsL3naAYI/s1600/GD09g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCiWSTXSx2_5xhuSDdxWiSZGciFhxcPFWEtPp57u8iuCViUZev82uLuT_-OLKJvqt8QmiRRxOwtQlNDu3K-HGTKirOFwb3mSVRt3J-iQPM3qXRVd6fdfmLgmEA6F0ZczwPykvsL3naAYI/s320/GD09g.JPG" width="237" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Mother nature is far from through with these folks, however. In another well-staged sequence, a craggy cliff miles away from Heflin begins to give way, spewing a raging torrent of water through a newly-formed crevasse and causing a flash flood.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEVCymdfiMJ9XseudaVEQ_5W4uVm-XQmQtDnwgoeyFiN7gfqToEJBmNWtSscf4BaxjWuk3NP_CbzNfm78Q_CPo16PZbYEIv0g_WGCJmiGYu_zD5CX8akLBRIhJgz9RKsX730E0bC3qQOg/s1600/GD09h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEVCymdfiMJ9XseudaVEQ_5W4uVm-XQmQtDnwgoeyFiN7gfqToEJBmNWtSscf4BaxjWuk3NP_CbzNfm78Q_CPo16PZbYEIv0g_WGCJmiGYu_zD5CX8akLBRIhJgz9RKsX730E0bC3qQOg/s320/GD09h.JPG" width="229" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Hart is drifting down the river when he hears the sounds of the ocean, yet he is nowhere near the ocean yet! He turns to see a gigantic surge of water coming down the river behind him and is powerless to do anything about it. His and the other accompanying boats are tossed about like toys, with everything lost in the bargain.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSMylxcRChGSTV9__apSBUT2MilkHELrUnO6_EY2to1i5_uBxp-51uTodbXow4ctnTzPwBRB-lDz9ON3Xc2maeu0kHYp9nr-VhMkIxHkpLrQPhjk2DZujaAa67J101SnmyIRl7zNOaDw/s1600/GD09i.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSMylxcRChGSTV9__apSBUT2MilkHELrUnO6_EY2to1i5_uBxp-51uTodbXow4ctnTzPwBRB-lDz9ON3Xc2maeu0kHYp9nr-VhMkIxHkpLrQPhjk2DZujaAa67J101SnmyIRl7zNOaDw/s320/GD09i.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Once again, Turner has no way of knowing if Hart is alive or dead, though he turns up alive again. She has since had the baby, a girl, and just after introducing father to daughter, has to be given more bad news. The Green Dolphin has been destroyed by a tidal wave, its kindly captain along with it. (Sadly, this event was filmed, in an elaborate shipwreck scene, but cut from the film before its release. This lobby card below depicts part of it.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib7Gxl6E4K0TZbtMxz9bnSPFhOKRpniWkcRcU5wpeWJ3eJg-QFaUIe5nOemByyCCCx_EMNREDV06Vg1KXoCU638Nw-HoNDd3HSQXz6o0jBY4ulWITjvcDQ6yb9XsijMS9RlAQbNPM84Ws/s1600/GD09f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib7Gxl6E4K0TZbtMxz9bnSPFhOKRpniWkcRcU5wpeWJ3eJg-QFaUIe5nOemByyCCCx_EMNREDV06Vg1KXoCU638Nw-HoNDd3HSQXz6o0jBY4ulWITjvcDQ6yb9XsijMS9RlAQbNPM84Ws/s320/GD09f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZn_zwICpgxYQch3WLNAYHLuVKhLYrJodq1c8c8von5i1Bj0OeFeLSl-TAb10M5o46vVgQpZdrEpl8Q09ALBt2usJR3mBk86NT1t6iLDp4rgX-E9hj02kTZt7bfBixfN2YQXnuLaQJiQ/s1600/GD10c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZn_zwICpgxYQch3WLNAYHLuVKhLYrJodq1c8c8von5i1Bj0OeFeLSl-TAb10M5o46vVgQpZdrEpl8Q09ALBt2usJR3mBk86NT1t6iLDp4rgX-E9hj02kTZt7bfBixfN2YQXnuLaQJiQ/s320/GD10c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Now, with their compound and business destroyed, Hart and Heflin rebuild their homes in a more traditional manner and begin to reestablish themselves. However, in another serious turn of events, the Maoris have begun an uprising. Heflin wants to get Turner and her daughter out of the area, but she insists that a barricade wall be built and that they stand their ground. This turns out to be a great mis-judgement as the natives tear through the wall and capture Hart, Turner and the little girl!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgELIzN1aEAaWmQ_7OI58eZ2ULyoLVX5W9wBCYQcu8FOnuJFXj2JKZNwH-gh8j9M13iilq1S6S1ggzuW8L_IJ6AWMdbJqF2phZe4iiJwkdW_LQfHWq4raOoVs4STZIaMFQABt4m4f_YT9M/s1600/GD07c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgELIzN1aEAaWmQ_7OI58eZ2ULyoLVX5W9wBCYQcu8FOnuJFXj2JKZNwH-gh8j9M13iilq1S6S1ggzuW8L_IJ6AWMdbJqF2phZe4iiJwkdW_LQfHWq4raOoVs4STZIaMFQABt4m4f_YT9M/s320/GD07c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqVl42iRv4JUukQ8ODSgmHLQ1CuOWp1wIg-7muL0lFpOW3-8YXE0KptuPguzFUE-cKReaazgdrVjbB9tn32DomwFl_HoNHVcUCfZodotUiPfIEj8PhgWnZ3sWe1AgxglQyowYj8hl5WeE/s1600/GD07b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqVl42iRv4JUukQ8ODSgmHLQ1CuOWp1wIg-7muL0lFpOW3-8YXE0KptuPguzFUE-cKReaazgdrVjbB9tn32DomwFl_HoNHVcUCfZodotUiPfIEj8PhgWnZ3sWe1AgxglQyowYj8hl5WeE/s320/GD07b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The threesome is being held in a dark, dirty hut as the tribespeople chant and assemble with torches, ready to kill. Fortunately, Heflin has enough pull still, thanks to his years of friendliness and consideration of the Maoris, to come inside the settlement and escort the bedraggled family to safety once more.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1s6sqPcfYeokjQsqMTsAOCvKtotfpRxajidHguddOfvxP0NZdTvBDEs1gE8booDjzZNGt5rTDFwQWkox2g0jEM94claeK9nfAnSW46Mu2KqY8BMLSUcEt_SjH6tEA66mqUXf3qMBw2_E/s1600/GD08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1s6sqPcfYeokjQsqMTsAOCvKtotfpRxajidHguddOfvxP0NZdTvBDEs1gE8booDjzZNGt5rTDFwQWkox2g0jEM94claeK9nfAnSW46Mu2KqY8BMLSUcEt_SjH6tEA66mqUXf3qMBw2_E/s320/GD08.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Now Hart and Turner have decided to go into the sheep/wool business in another locale, but this time Heflin opts out, preferring to seek his own fortune and quit playing fifth wheel to the couple's relationship. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRo2_TiEeQukULuILRNwHAgHSOc3stn4nmQypO0e5Yf2uARlB8PufQrPUuXnZKF5lK-rPQtPPBSjaVtrGkTHR_as0y7kYurzU3VesIIuFX_Wjkeex_wROg-wi7V2lShyphenhyphenVWh47YQdOUTvY/s1600/GD10e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRo2_TiEeQukULuILRNwHAgHSOc3stn4nmQypO0e5Yf2uARlB8PufQrPUuXnZKF5lK-rPQtPPBSjaVtrGkTHR_as0y7kYurzU3VesIIuFX_Wjkeex_wROg-wi7V2lShyphenhyphenVWh47YQdOUTvY/s320/GD10e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This new venture is a success and Turner is now shown in resplendent clothing and with beautiful jewelry and hairstyles. (When Lana Turner went brunette in the 1950s, I thought it was easily her most unattractive period ever, but this light brown shade is surprisingly flattering and she is often close to her most beautiful in this movie.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJJVmAt-wA1WBcnKnWDJlUOZCSZExnqNCrNWAqZWzppolTyssGmenjrfkajtCLQLVas9pmdzfOWI8chbt861Nnqxa6Wd_QzI06sRY_AtW8ZpRI4OLmiZsG-6IdXTTE3CaZaJni69GFls/s1600/GD10d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJJVmAt-wA1WBcnKnWDJlUOZCSZExnqNCrNWAqZWzppolTyssGmenjrfkajtCLQLVas9pmdzfOWI8chbt861Nnqxa6Wd_QzI06sRY_AtW8ZpRI4OLmiZsG-6IdXTTE3CaZaJni69GFls/s320/GD10d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilgb745feQMNVxOxn88ECcNlUpk02JxRJX4Rh-BL-7LC-fOp3tRJbhxcGX2muMmEA_YPzl1JOPujomANIexo4Q8xb7U5QUsPqh367e6nxOHHi5Ku164DX2XV9iR1w6ts8E55baE_3MwoE/s1600/GD08b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilgb745feQMNVxOxn88ECcNlUpk02JxRJX4Rh-BL-7LC-fOp3tRJbhxcGX2muMmEA_YPzl1JOPujomANIexo4Q8xb7U5QUsPqh367e6nxOHHi5Ku164DX2XV9iR1w6ts8E55baE_3MwoE/s320/GD08b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Even though they are financially secure in the extreme and even reasonably happy, Turner wants to go home, to Green Dolphin St., and see her sister Reed. It seems Reed has determined to enter the convent and is now a novitiate! Hart agrees to leave their hard-won home and go back to where it all began.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY02Agg5NBs4eOXGMPg04_quut58WHbT8Zo1-73T41FM-xeEMynyUzrGxiHeyKzuun1imcwkSN_unLLeddj2uB3R87nSIODkdaX7WU5lpWfU9cDoptLMf9VvwG_mzSGKdb5DEzH5Y7bYY/s1600/GD10f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY02Agg5NBs4eOXGMPg04_quut58WHbT8Zo1-73T41FM-xeEMynyUzrGxiHeyKzuun1imcwkSN_unLLeddj2uB3R87nSIODkdaX7WU5lpWfU9cDoptLMf9VvwG_mzSGKdb5DEzH5Y7bYY/s320/GD10f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Back at the family home, Turner is dealt a devastating blow when her daughter unearths the necklace that Hart had once sent to Reed, along with a note proclaiming his love and his intent to marry her. Just when she thought that they'd achieved a level of happiness and contentment, she is forced to face the fact that her husband had never intended to marry her at all!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZmzOXpwOlTjY2gPAoW40Or430MkYIvooRLkl5ekNW2V1kGotHnfpvfQX5z4LrCep0GXXgpBr3d_vWfyUiXC3a91YJNj61XdFUd6o8j3dz2VDXd_pW368sXy8j9gUXYDIGRz8wG3P89o/s1600/GD09d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZmzOXpwOlTjY2gPAoW40Or430MkYIvooRLkl5ekNW2V1kGotHnfpvfQX5z4LrCep0GXXgpBr3d_vWfyUiXC3a91YJNj61XdFUd6o8j3dz2VDXd_pW368sXy8j9gUXYDIGRz8wG3P89o/s320/GD09d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdHXvvrPmM-Tpe_idtq8nUGo80wMJb5TeYSlA02aCwECeMHOKppwM7KvkYUKy43ViDZXWaOxvyHr_DAJ3Yt_xEVvpKBR3J5dwvaJmYs03CVvFQQ6Phn0Ur8e_g0s71lo6H-rITM6HakJY/s1600/GD09b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdHXvvrPmM-Tpe_idtq8nUGo80wMJb5TeYSlA02aCwECeMHOKppwM7KvkYUKy43ViDZXWaOxvyHr_DAJ3Yt_xEVvpKBR3J5dwvaJmYs03CVvFQQ6Phn0Ur8e_g0s71lo6H-rITM6HakJY/s320/GD09b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN_R5GHBzrEutnGyPtN3DltRj4d6s10R_iTj84ZKMwEtKuQlfz5OKmF0YNwMeikqnKDl1OYbdOW6K5uXeU8xOGwcai9b8bZh1gqN-9PX09fn2ezbOs33_Z0tEyPpV9MTVcvJLsBK4GTRE/s1600/GD11e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN_R5GHBzrEutnGyPtN3DltRj4d6s10R_iTj84ZKMwEtKuQlfz5OKmF0YNwMeikqnKDl1OYbdOW6K5uXeU8xOGwcai9b8bZh1gqN-9PX09fn2ezbOs33_Z0tEyPpV9MTVcvJLsBK4GTRE/s320/GD11e.JPG" width="255" /></a></div>The storyline comes to a head up at the convent on the day that Reed is scheduled to become a full-fledged nun. On this solemn occasion, Turner hilariously pulls out all the stops and shows up in the most elaborate hairstyle yet seen in the movie (go on with your bad self, Sydney Guilaroff!), slathered in fur, jewelry and a tulle headscarf! What a way to reunite with your sister who is decked out in a nun's habit...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-qZuQX9veM8PcX4BN_gDg8UEEEY3r9qmUrlO831rtf5fX0TVc0t1v-P9grOdPmifrUgsnDuDVLgIOW4ae_L8EGOhiqqSkj37pssr80uHQOqhslfrUgu1xwd8h1xwROwsr9PhhYHPyec/s1600/GD11d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-qZuQX9veM8PcX4BN_gDg8UEEEY3r9qmUrlO831rtf5fX0TVc0t1v-P9grOdPmifrUgsnDuDVLgIOW4ae_L8EGOhiqqSkj37pssr80uHQOqhslfrUgu1xwd8h1xwROwsr9PhhYHPyec/s320/GD11d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtClTvPry2Wf9QvPw6YBcIcAZl1c4vjbui1ugXHF-AAjbfZFupog8_h2mp5MDdOPB3rsxFjskGXf3gciIwSW3vB9FnfBGOT1b91YlDhTmT3GdghUaG9_xqt-3c_i2cdBx1JUhU8GOHo5w/s1600/GD10g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtClTvPry2Wf9QvPw6YBcIcAZl1c4vjbui1ugXHF-AAjbfZFupog8_h2mp5MDdOPB3rsxFjskGXf3gciIwSW3vB9FnfBGOT1b91YlDhTmT3GdghUaG9_xqt-3c_i2cdBx1JUhU8GOHo5w/s320/GD10g.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Whether Hart finally gets to unite with his long-lost love Reed or stays with Turner is for you to find out, should you watch this long, rather epic movie some evening or rainy afternoon. I can't guarantee that you will consider it a classic, but if you are like me and love melodrama, gorgeous clothing, vivid disaster sequences and, of course, Miss Lana Turner, I should think you would at least like it, if not love it!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />The seemingly impossible convent,by the way, was inspired by a real-life place, a monastery called Mont Saint-Michel, located in Normandy.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbQz42xdFPQIgo8rxUHHAtIUAFdRRrQni4FBnkl6yUZJ5HBCRv2eu0FZaFvGoja-tJdpd8ITae_7LMUNg8PUt9x9lxWcOkgMGUKUOPXUCJ832e6Hfj6YxTlZCxCzQbxMf-P_wXgvL6ig8/s1600/GD14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbQz42xdFPQIgo8rxUHHAtIUAFdRRrQni4FBnkl6yUZJ5HBCRv2eu0FZaFvGoja-tJdpd8ITae_7LMUNg8PUt9x9lxWcOkgMGUKUOPXUCJ832e6Hfj6YxTlZCxCzQbxMf-P_wXgvL6ig8/s320/GD14.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU1KPjk5P_6Y5L9dDjiKE1cnoUZb2pno9gdOPi3VFtSsnhqmSDJ6u8yqWdg7IMeGk0RIHO0JxgF5z5OTpyL6CRJzoGl7MK2CERNSySTOV0zKBfO4vEI56o9izwvX8aRGFN8CfMpwwvKDw/s1600/GD00b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU1KPjk5P_6Y5L9dDjiKE1cnoUZb2pno9gdOPi3VFtSsnhqmSDJ6u8yqWdg7IMeGk0RIHO0JxgF5z5OTpyL6CRJzoGl7MK2CERNSySTOV0zKBfO4vEI56o9izwvX8aRGFN8CfMpwwvKDw/s320/GD00b.jpg" width="260" /></a></div><b>Green Dolphin Street</b> was originally meant to be a property for Katharine Hepburn (and what a completely different movie that would have been!) Then it was slated to star Gregory Peck and Laraine Day. However, once Turner's 1946 film <b>The Postman Always Rings Twice</b> was such a smashing success, MGM opted to feature her in the picture, surrounding her with a top-notch cast of supporting actors.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEKohDYjjvb-j4nsasBOxWgmY1vPczsm2vr71u52UtN4RKRctBR01WsBYAc3knE7svgFlp-vql5X5iI3_O0HjZ7cEvf1pHY8f-obGuRnhXdI1IUGSzzuKlN7N5RGABQ9ZnMFknEfoDyhg/s1600/GD10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEKohDYjjvb-j4nsasBOxWgmY1vPczsm2vr71u52UtN4RKRctBR01WsBYAc3knE7svgFlp-vql5X5iI3_O0HjZ7cEvf1pHY8f-obGuRnhXdI1IUGSzzuKlN7N5RGABQ9ZnMFknEfoDyhg/s320/GD10.jpg" width="246" /></a></div>Turner, in movies from 1937 on, had made a strong impression in <b>Ziegfeld Girl</b> (1941), but was not a real superstar until Postman. She and Heflin had worked together in<b>Johnny Eager</b> (1941) and would reunite the year after Dolphin for <b>The Three Musketeers</b> (1948), in which she may well have been her most beautiful ever as the devious Milady de Winter. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYuvYuqfWODOPMXKBbwZtSTWZn7_FNl_N34EjIN7e769m0bdKjsGlVwdLzDjWq8N6GA2z-3RS9Kzg5iktI-pRHL2cdy9Dgu9UTgLxxs5pPWOXRbxTiHKYtV2DV0vutpR1zniUvodj9kGE/s1600/GD03e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYuvYuqfWODOPMXKBbwZtSTWZn7_FNl_N34EjIN7e769m0bdKjsGlVwdLzDjWq8N6GA2z-3RS9Kzg5iktI-pRHL2cdy9Dgu9UTgLxxs5pPWOXRbxTiHKYtV2DV0vutpR1zniUvodj9kGE/s200/GD03e.JPG" width="197" /></a></div>Turner had unsuccessfully auditioned to be Scarlett O'Hara in <b>Gone with the Wind</b> (1939), but was altogether too young and inexperienced for that role at the time (maybe at any time!) This is her “Scarlett.” (Costumer Walter Plunkett even did both movies.) She runs the gamut from pert, but plucky, young girl to headstrong businesswoman to nearly-demolished victim to devastated heroine. Many folks don't care for Turner, but if you love her as I do, this is a can't miss film of hers. Her only Oscar nomination came for <b>Peyton Place</b> (1957), but she lost to Joanne Woodward for <b>The Three Faces of Eve</b>. Turner retired in the mid-'80s and passed away of cancer in 1995 at age seventy-four.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-EKz_T7AXaK04a_wPCZqmN-cE6slKw-BzOvnDTUH-LrIbRxG_3iQDc41iW-9F9iETew3l8KJ0b8rwljo5WPdhP7aYnBy2DMELB-8kQcNhBU0gHbSN5pW1phkcO5mVyC1yFdjb9t54BXY/s1600/GD11b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-EKz_T7AXaK04a_wPCZqmN-cE6slKw-BzOvnDTUH-LrIbRxG_3iQDc41iW-9F9iETew3l8KJ0b8rwljo5WPdhP7aYnBy2DMELB-8kQcNhBU0gHbSN5pW1phkcO5mVyC1yFdjb9t54BXY/s320/GD11b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_2YxNLYz2aP_jF8zMAEFI8yNP6cKsHNNR-FcTGZCaCqBxzU9nsOsXdjn0ldhiXFlg0ws-wGQZ82CMADMjKjuQ2nPI3Crn2r-P8Mefv96A9CaNbuuhBUzTzSGVDxDMSXj57JvX1WNlOA/s1600/GD08c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_2YxNLYz2aP_jF8zMAEFI8yNP6cKsHNNR-FcTGZCaCqBxzU9nsOsXdjn0ldhiXFlg0ws-wGQZ82CMADMjKjuQ2nPI3Crn2r-P8Mefv96A9CaNbuuhBUzTzSGVDxDMSXj57JvX1WNlOA/s200/GD08c.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Heflin parlayed a not conventionally handsome face, but a wealth of screen charisma into a considerable movie career. He first appeared on screen in 1936 and by 1941 had won a Supporting Actor Oscar for <b>Johnny Eager</b> (the film which starred Turner and Robert Taylor.) I always find myself watching Heflin's hands in his movies because he reportedly studied the Delsarte technique in which inner emotions were revealed in specific gestures and movements. He is, of course, a member of the “Disaster Club” for his role of the despondent bomber in <b>Airport</b> (1970), his final feature film. He'd previously scored an Emmy nomination in 1968 for the TV film <i>A Case of Libel</i>, but lost to Melvyn Douglas in <i>Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night</i>. He died in 1971 at only age sixty from a heart attack suffered while swimming.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ5WErRMLF1qHWESJy1MeaoQB-wqBJRX9PTMHvZc6hXyYh2ljAHrQvEp0-ri-1g00fzPOIlWud3aysyAi9BCtpfkOG66OvUcB0iKyZf8j4Z-qnq5QvKIXUt0hm5bPmUQrYs7EolM3e_SU/s1600/GD04a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ5WErRMLF1qHWESJy1MeaoQB-wqBJRX9PTMHvZc6hXyYh2ljAHrQvEp0-ri-1g00fzPOIlWud3aysyAi9BCtpfkOG66OvUcB0iKyZf8j4Z-qnq5QvKIXUt0hm5bPmUQrYs7EolM3e_SU/s320/GD04a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Reed, who'd been in movies since 1941, did not want to play this part, feeling it was unlikely that a man would pine for her while married to Lana Turner. She failed to realize that many men prefer the more delicate and demure type over overt beauty (though plenty don't!) In any case, she was a far more believable choice than June Allyson, who was first offered the role and turned it down for the same reasons, though she would appear opposite Turner (in color!) in 1948's<b> The Three Musketeers</b> and prove that she was right all along. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCPi8rZkXSnDsQPR8fmqCN7hhkccknZY0393gIweAYNNoewnMPwd9GH2c1DVZXocvMuSJmUjiaD8hMcsmk2WH4g1-ebm1aryN1EJDr6A2gGYTwLaHvHFVpeok4cxNLunXsxrjpXXVj1EA/s1600/GD11f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCPi8rZkXSnDsQPR8fmqCN7hhkccknZY0393gIweAYNNoewnMPwd9GH2c1DVZXocvMuSJmUjiaD8hMcsmk2WH4g1-ebm1aryN1EJDr6A2gGYTwLaHvHFVpeok4cxNLunXsxrjpXXVj1EA/s320/GD11f.jpg" width="284" /></a></div>Reed was practically legendary as the perfect housewife on <i>The Donna Reed Show</i> (1958-1966) even though she'd won an Oscar for playing a prostitute in 1953's <b>From Here to Eternity</b>. She was unsuccessfully nominated for four consecutive Emmys for her work on the sitcom, losing to Jane Wyatt in <i>Father Knows Best</i> (twice), Barbara Stanwyck in <i>The Barbara Stanwyck Show</i> and Shirley Booth in <i>Hazel</i>, but she did score a Golden Globe in 1963 for it. She was taken from us by pancreatic cancer in 1986 at only age sixty-four, soon after having suffered a humiliating experience as Barbara Bel Geddes' replacement on <i>Dallas</i> (1984-1985.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7gwvL7i5RGUG6htCMcnxtiVvnStuW58VhoA7Suu52OTJCHd3f4PJ8sduUH2mv1WXpRVmisTgqrXOVfy1oVXsqLJbOsBYZ2CrmGIF4fcsdUPFTU7MsvzMSihnLAOC42-ik9qJpYrTV01A/s1600/GD03g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7gwvL7i5RGUG6htCMcnxtiVvnStuW58VhoA7Suu52OTJCHd3f4PJ8sduUH2mv1WXpRVmisTgqrXOVfy1oVXsqLJbOsBYZ2CrmGIF4fcsdUPFTU7MsvzMSihnLAOC42-ik9qJpYrTV01A/s320/GD03g.JPG" width="225" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVXbeiZankFnI_w70UfJcVdeOtJ55uut8Xo-Moh7ygdiQ3uWIz49dg8_264i7xXafgW05TuHqiae8FuPe7f5kC21WiUGmyjTOluHwwBNy71HD9gkrG3Norvo6UUf9kl5i3csC9wYs_gs/s1600/GD11c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVXbeiZankFnI_w70UfJcVdeOtJ55uut8Xo-Moh7ygdiQ3uWIz49dg8_264i7xXafgW05TuHqiae8FuPe7f5kC21WiUGmyjTOluHwwBNy71HD9gkrG3Norvo6UUf9kl5i3csC9wYs_gs/s320/GD11c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Hart was a Broadway actor making his screen debut here. The following year, he reteamed with Heflin for <b>B.F.'s Daughter</b> as a rival for Barbara Stanwyck's affections. He remained faithful to the stage and departed Hollywood in 1949 after having made only four films. He also took the title role in the TV series <i>The Adventures of Ellery Queen</i> (1950), but died early in 1951 of a heart attack at only age thirty-five! As busy off-stage as on, he'd been married twice in that time and fathered at least three children, only two of whom were “legitimate.”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBvYfDMIHale3fX3UjdDXkvU3dQdMf9AEpVjST7M4zaE7n37r6kXfCh6X8fcjiXqzI3Es4R0JaMsZNx3h9oxhxjv6wjAhuGyOStRrYCNGZwomWBwpn4OR2_jSo2K3EUqwsivBAyH21_QU/s1600/GD01a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBvYfDMIHale3fX3UjdDXkvU3dQdMf9AEpVjST7M4zaE7n37r6kXfCh6X8fcjiXqzI3Es4R0JaMsZNx3h9oxhxjv6wjAhuGyOStRrYCNGZwomWBwpn4OR2_jSo2K3EUqwsivBAyH21_QU/s320/GD01a.JPG" width="242" /></a></div>Morgan is known to millions for his iconic title role in <b>The Wizard of Oz</b> (1939), though he'd been in films since 1916 and would work until his death in 1949, always giving zest to every part. His character here, by the way, is named Dr. Ozanne, which tends to tickle his Oz fans. Nominated twice for Oscars, he lost for <b>The Affairs of Cellini</b> (1934) to Clark Gable in <b>It Happened One Night</b> and for<b> Tortilla Flat</b> (1942) to Van Heflin in the aforementioned <b>Johnny Eager</b>. After that, it's a wonder his character helped Heflin with that knife wound! Morgan also went on with Heflin and Turner to the following year's <b>The Three Musketeers</b>. Like most of the men in <b>Green Dolphin Street</b>, he was felled by a heart attack at age fifty-nine. (Somehow I managed to momentarily forget that I have previously given Mr. Morgan his own profile right<a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-what-character-part-six-morgan.html" target="_blank"> here</a>!) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTRABjmH6scJgnO70ufwOZ9p-Dg1lu4kxCVYrLHM2J-iWs9nUqNT08q8R2zKsbPjUAhYK07z5ecbX5j12rkciuurCzpc5cZBD-D9cNhwTGqB_rn_xPbHZf7gS7qef2zClvJJ1QzNrrd4A/s1600/GD03d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTRABjmH6scJgnO70ufwOZ9p-Dg1lu4kxCVYrLHM2J-iWs9nUqNT08q8R2zKsbPjUAhYK07z5ecbX5j12rkciuurCzpc5cZBD-D9cNhwTGqB_rn_xPbHZf7gS7qef2zClvJJ1QzNrrd4A/s320/GD03d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Like Morgan, Gwenn got his cinematic start in 1916 and also had an iconic role for the ages under his belt. He played Kris Kringle in (and won both an Oscar and a Golden Globe for) <b>Miracle on 34<sup>th</sup> Street</b>, released the same year as <b>Dolphin</b>. He was Oscar-nominated again for <b>Mister 880</b> (1950), but lost that time to George Sanders in <b>All About Eve</b> (though Gwenn again won the Golden Globe for the role.) His death in 1959 of stroke complications led to a bit of turmoil for he had left a third of his estate to a wife he'd married for one day only back in 1901 (!) and a third to his sister, but the remaining third was disputed between his longtime live-in butler and a more recent roommate, the British Olympian bobsledder Rodney Soher! He was eighty-one at the time of his death.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif8NrdW-PfoAtdGGVUI0_JCGA84l4hUT4cJ9TcGzd5EusGA1ql-CU6nctksTGxHdHE5tZ2QttCWfntWcVeCj5D8BxWre4L2VZh6uEbUcVmNu_lXxFCAxgDJfUExsqjJ2pI5Q3XQV6duUo/s1600/GD06.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif8NrdW-PfoAtdGGVUI0_JCGA84l4hUT4cJ9TcGzd5EusGA1ql-CU6nctksTGxHdHE5tZ2QttCWfntWcVeCj5D8BxWre4L2VZh6uEbUcVmNu_lXxFCAxgDJfUExsqjJ2pI5Q3XQV6duUo/s320/GD06.JPG" width="261" /></a></div>Whitty was a wondrously captivating character actress, seen in films from 1914 on, who was twice nominated for an Oscar. Once was for 1937's <b>Night Must Fall</b> (losing to Alice Brady for <b>In Old Chicago</b>) and the other for 1942's <b>Mrs. Miniver</b> (losing to her own costar Teresa Wright.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx0OI3812f6fae8YaFVotryLjFgi_UQkeJ6-uxytGW3xWns5rAlJsk-EP9A95IOWOPbvbtCMWFMPY3wcWT5DeJ184dBaIiNQ3qZHWDucR2UXxm5cKCOF9k95UJVYImwQiREFZ5GMC1lLo/s1600/GD11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="127" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx0OI3812f6fae8YaFVotryLjFgi_UQkeJ6-uxytGW3xWns5rAlJsk-EP9A95IOWOPbvbtCMWFMPY3wcWT5DeJ184dBaIiNQ3qZHWDucR2UXxm5cKCOF9k95UJVYImwQiREFZ5GMC1lLo/s200/GD11.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>She's perhaps best remembered for playing the title role in Alfred Hitchcock's 1938 thriller <b>The Lady Vanishes</b> (as shown here), though she also appeared in his 1941 film <b>Suspicion </b>and had a role in George Cukor's <b>Gaslight</b> (1944) among many other parts. She died of cancer in 1948 at age eighty-two (having made four films after this one the year before!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-hPeCuflFm0yuxgABe21Q-6EvcBlotJoHRVTTyBL5bihMl_VOWkjqXLh2IDMnO9IV4gt0_7wVaF3_5OQUu3UM2T8YFpW5iRjrRLCGNdyuHMv_2VEBJVmvIjeXV4efS21q2RyxAbX90g/s1600/GD11g.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-hPeCuflFm0yuxgABe21Q-6EvcBlotJoHRVTTyBL5bihMl_VOWkjqXLh2IDMnO9IV4gt0_7wVaF3_5OQUu3UM2T8YFpW5iRjrRLCGNdyuHMv_2VEBJVmvIjeXV4efS21q2RyxAbX90g/s320/GD11g.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div>The crusty, but caring, captain of the Green Dolphin was portrayed by Reginald Owen, yet another esteemed, longtime character actor whose career stretched from 1911 to 1973! Still another of the veteran actors in this movie to own an iconic part, he played Ebenezer Scrooge (as seen at left) in 1938's <b>A Christmas Carol</b>. Decades later, he was still working in movies like<b> Mary Poppins</b>(1964) and <b>Bedknobs and Broomsticks</b> (1971) before his death of a – you guessed it – heart attack in 1972 at age eighty-five.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGBXr-8EV74rK-lSbKiHSylacfrOz5pyt7oPLvk2_II7xUGLiVLUqFu5XOZRBFjlJEQxjbLtecMD5QKCAxAXC0My92jhaV9YYFjRUz8XOjWGZDM7W0quaZ_HlQ2gbMti998EUR37gvFI/s1600/GD05e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGBXr-8EV74rK-lSbKiHSylacfrOz5pyt7oPLvk2_II7xUGLiVLUqFu5XOZRBFjlJEQxjbLtecMD5QKCAxAXC0My92jhaV9YYFjRUz8XOjWGZDM7W0quaZ_HlQ2gbMti998EUR37gvFI/s320/GD05e.JPG" width="288" /></a></div>There is a tribute <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-what-character-part-four-flying.html" target="_blank">here</a> already to the dazzlingly craggy and fascinating Ms. Cooper. Despite often portraying gorgon mothers to Bette Davis and others, she could also be called upon to display great sensitivity and caring in roles like this one. Though pushing sixty at the time of filming <b>Dolphin</b>, she is occasionally lit in such a way that one can see remnants of the face that was once dubbed the most beautiful in all England. Cooper had been Oscar nominated for 1942's <b>Now, Voyager</b> (losing to Teresa Wright in <b>Mrs. Miniver</b>), 1943's <b>The Song of Bernadette</b> (losing to Katina Paxinou in <b>For Whom the Bell Tolls</b>) and 1964's <b>My Fair Lady </b>(losing to Lila Kedrova in <b>Zorba the Greek</b>.) She died of pneumonia in 1971 at the age of eighty-two.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLUbjx-SR7Ip7dqwOnqZb4MYlrGLBaNZseX7Kjr-ezi8F8qH4oMZuhQr7iU9mi5jxGWkY0c8lcKc4AIWmq7GJjzLEMRNmVAzAtC2j2eLrli0952gFEc-CGpPzBxfylTcfZKAY7_LmVpY/s1600/GD06g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLUbjx-SR7Ip7dqwOnqZb4MYlrGLBaNZseX7Kjr-ezi8F8qH4oMZuhQr7iU9mi5jxGWkY0c8lcKc4AIWmq7GJjzLEMRNmVAzAtC2j2eLrli0952gFEc-CGpPzBxfylTcfZKAY7_LmVpY/s320/GD06g.JPG" width="218" /></a></div>The lady playing Morgan's (and later Gwenn and Cooper's) maid, Moyna MacGill was also in <b>My Fair Lady</b>, in a bit role that was her general domain since the early 1920s. It was her last on-screen part, though she lived until 1975 when cancer claimed her at age seventy-nine. Her greatest legacy is probably the fact that she got her daughter started in the acting business as well. Her daughter's name? Angela Lansbury.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNKtyXDFVdkZBqg426rNJkIIjVTpkOzCpzKPEnQgc8GJbCQkzRX64WbDaRMgCDxzUkAuW2r-lmdG5DBRty6jCsFGQLzLHMNrZIEVFhW-VZ9OKYWDxE0ek3qLRZBAIwzYKqyBxs-ad-1g/s1600/GD09j.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNKtyXDFVdkZBqg426rNJkIIjVTpkOzCpzKPEnQgc8GJbCQkzRX64WbDaRMgCDxzUkAuW2r-lmdG5DBRty6jCsFGQLzLHMNrZIEVFhW-VZ9OKYWDxE0ek3qLRZBAIwzYKqyBxs-ad-1g/s320/GD09j.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>As Turner's servant girl, Christian eventually turns on her and helps lead to her capture by the other Maoris. In real life, Christian also pulled a fast one. Turner had been enjoying a passionate affair with married Tyrone Power at the time and Christian liked him, too. When he went off to Mexico to film <b>Captain from Castille</b> (1947), the Mexican-born Christian (whose name was created for her by her ex-lover Errol Flynn, who'd once played Fletcher Christian in an Australian version of Mutiny on the Bounty) hot-footed it there herself. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7YW85pS1IIZDDOw5RYAO_Tc0GGkqP2yNBtNgTkgbK19tyZreZn5YfZwsc_XO-bEA9cvW6kXeZh_CyA2gPCdI4AVAGwi3os0WexfYqobJ6xzYqYpfvVQvGOddrEEbi_dPdf7ZtYb_acP8/s1600/GD12e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7YW85pS1IIZDDOw5RYAO_Tc0GGkqP2yNBtNgTkgbK19tyZreZn5YfZwsc_XO-bEA9cvW6kXeZh_CyA2gPCdI4AVAGwi3os0WexfYqobJ6xzYqYpfvVQvGOddrEEbi_dPdf7ZtYb_acP8/s320/GD12e.jpg" width="272" /></a></div>She made her presence known to him and by 1949 was married to Power, eventually bearing him two children. Ironically, while they were married, he was offered the Montgomery Clift role in <b>From Here to Eternity </b>and she, as a result, was going to play the Oscar-winning Donna Reed part, but this didn't come to fruition. They divorced in 1956 and later she married Edmund Purdom for about a year. She died in 2011 of colon cancer at age eighty-seven, having long abandoned Hollywood, but still working in Italian films from time to time.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5h6jhbWLm-RdU6F0YjF9yQmgeOGuYM8xmvvicBn7stygnLbKjMaCLLg56E1VtuB4F32Yq9Iw7jLEwlT83dyZo0rbrECQoxDanVO-i_tYtBEOUX94XfxgfI5T-3Kxo35IfU3wlKZAKKoc/s1600/GD04f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5h6jhbWLm-RdU6F0YjF9yQmgeOGuYM8xmvvicBn7stygnLbKjMaCLLg56E1VtuB4F32Yq9Iw7jLEwlT83dyZo0rbrECQoxDanVO-i_tYtBEOUX94XfxgfI5T-3Kxo35IfU3wlKZAKKoc/s320/GD04f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>One final notable cast member is the Eurasian girl who drugs and robs Hart. She was portrayed in heavy makeup by Lila Leeds, a starlet then at the dawn of her career, a career which would soon be cut short by scandal. The year after <b>Green Dolphin Street</b>, Leeds was arrested, along with cinematic bad boy Robert Mitchum, for possession of marijuana. She served 60 days in jail as a result. Mitchum's career continued to soar while Leeds' was all washed up by 1949. She died in 1999 at age seventy-one. In still another coincidence, Leeds, in real-life a Turner-esque blonde, was engaged at the time of the arrest to Lana Turner's ex-husband Stephen Crane!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXYBfYyPbiV2rvXgNqLvAi3GpijylKkpd-60JNxLRkKIwtvRXFOE0pImAGGhDrivsjOXx2XAi3mIjGJvJEfT5uJhE_ZCUMOFBzF12MxfEXHyS3AjtmXD1ovn3kxndqR5f3eC70TMKh4Q/s1600/GD12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXYBfYyPbiV2rvXgNqLvAi3GpijylKkpd-60JNxLRkKIwtvRXFOE0pImAGGhDrivsjOXx2XAi3mIjGJvJEfT5uJhE_ZCUMOFBzF12MxfEXHyS3AjtmXD1ovn3kxndqR5f3eC70TMKh4Q/s320/GD12.jpg" width="207" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTP1D2Vcxj2r79HWc9hQudKvq6MrMm59P-YIDt894NSpe674G3NDB-bjvekfcIvFFycrGOKR3bGVGd_SDgVSti4HuPOOnCSzqfaHxfl1xElbJ8iBB6GG_9UPzuI5ySZyLuKShUgWXow8I/s1600/GD04b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTP1D2Vcxj2r79HWc9hQudKvq6MrMm59P-YIDt894NSpe674G3NDB-bjvekfcIvFFycrGOKR3bGVGd_SDgVSti4HuPOOnCSzqfaHxfl1xElbJ8iBB6GG_9UPzuI5ySZyLuKShUgWXow8I/s320/GD04b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b>Green Dolphin Street </b>was the studio's second-best box office hit that year, though its $4 million price tag kept it from being profoundly profitable. The earthquake sequence alone cost $500,000, a considerable sum in 1947. It was nominated for four Academy Awards, Best Sound Recording (lost to <b>The Bishop's Wife</b>), Best Film Editing (lost to <b>Body and Soul</b>), Best Cinematography (lost to <b>Great Expectations</b>) and Best Special Effects, which it won. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidRCDAvLyUchvqLJ8_Vbsiyyhj7AaxxuRV-9E6gWvZhiVCf86fqdlmHNSs66qQPBrSA7mtvV8OHybCuMj7zs_r0vUNurDhz-Di-NDsI4Co6Upszaj-r5Zmla7kfZKfmUSCbyvyJNtoZM/s1600/GD12d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidRCDAvLyUchvqLJ8_Vbsiyyhj7AaxxuRV-9E6gWvZhiVCf86fqdlmHNSs66qQPBrSA7mtvV8OHybCuMj7zs_r0vUNurDhz-Di-NDsI4Co6Upszaj-r5Zmla7kfZKfmUSCbyvyJNtoZM/s320/GD12d.jpg" width="271" /></a></div>There is a sort of <b>Little Women</b> meets <b>Gone with the Wind </b>vibe to the story, with the young sisters falling for the cute new neighbor boy followed by the quadrangle of main characters who begin to take on the characteristics of Scarlett, Rhett, Ashley and Melanie, albeit not in not exactly the same way. By the end, it is almost set in the same U.S. Civil War era as those two works, adding even more of such a feel.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2n4R1c6RD5bQZlrrPg0NFzsu2QH4An2nR58enHb5usDJd7eeAROhWkUbd8ItBOGJ8Oq977f5p2n-AkHsEZOjguaSEfk9VLOs38d_6u6bUZLjmxDQbG1BHu0Br2KyDD8IsAxoAvUZl0AU/s1600/GD12c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2n4R1c6RD5bQZlrrPg0NFzsu2QH4An2nR58enHb5usDJd7eeAROhWkUbd8ItBOGJ8Oq977f5p2n-AkHsEZOjguaSEfk9VLOs38d_6u6bUZLjmxDQbG1BHu0Br2KyDD8IsAxoAvUZl0AU/s320/GD12c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifTTP9cP_uaZxsei7UlSDoDw5D_0uTRmSBKdKPiXp1zr6OoMFx0cs0kWYZAGjCJs76k8znxRI1uuDe8s78uS0Ow9sS-X-yaJK5Ltfuis6WsY9x-xIG9yFiybU4CJN0hyP7GvxcdlO90eg/s1600/GD01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifTTP9cP_uaZxsei7UlSDoDw5D_0uTRmSBKdKPiXp1zr6OoMFx0cs0kWYZAGjCJs76k8znxRI1uuDe8s78uS0Ow9sS-X-yaJK5Ltfuis6WsY9x-xIG9yFiybU4CJN0hyP7GvxcdlO90eg/s200/GD01.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>It most likely feel into obscurity because it was black and white and in the mid-1960s, when color TV was the rage, many black and white movies ceased to be rerun with any frequency as the viewing audience began to clamor for color programming.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkcy0s1Eli9QfsRBtTRM_YiFoMCgKCl8fCYn9TjykjJuwRQufhBXGS9jCneS3GwUOvck3saNsluC0rRfgYBSJS3aLvHZSnEPq9C-Q-1D70sgC4XOTjUdJeVLRMOHSKnRTJM-H8nmVxK-Q/s1600/GD04d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkcy0s1Eli9QfsRBtTRM_YiFoMCgKCl8fCYn9TjykjJuwRQufhBXGS9jCneS3GwUOvck3saNsluC0rRfgYBSJS3aLvHZSnEPq9C-Q-1D70sgC4XOTjUdJeVLRMOHSKnRTJM-H8nmVxK-Q/s200/GD04d.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>While I do love Technicolor, this movie's cinematography is luminous and also helps keep it from becoming too garish or “pretty” during some of the more harrowing scenes like the earthquake, native capture and Reed's climb through the tunnel. These lobby cards demonstrate what could have occurred in the case of color being present.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivp7rn6mOzSM2tGC3WslR_ZwLbzAR4qIpQfk6Fm6NuXBzcHNyCu5KXFJaPI2frc3L5IVZf9ekqHUPdr-pTLDkqfdMeAjA0X5uVfKFp85Vk-nfye6W6bKTwFhTqxPpdkQh5SRHIfORMheo/s1600/GD10b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivp7rn6mOzSM2tGC3WslR_ZwLbzAR4qIpQfk6Fm6NuXBzcHNyCu5KXFJaPI2frc3L5IVZf9ekqHUPdr-pTLDkqfdMeAjA0X5uVfKFp85Vk-nfye6W6bKTwFhTqxPpdkQh5SRHIfORMheo/s320/GD10b.JPG" width="263" /></a></div>It's occasionally ridiculous, but more often fascinating, thanks to that regal assemblage of character performers, the stirring action scenes and the luminous beauty of a young Lana Turner. (And I successfully resisted the urge to call this post "Dolphin Safe Lana!")<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBszQh9MHrKBtjpg9QX3aro0V3QJyIy3DyVJ_QDW1xkhZCyj-LU3iOXh4tBe466UKFu2mBjTBO-VQlZy-NtQr7L2we5zRhgWGdgYjJDFgB-TKHm89AQbjIGG-mHtjuHOBZsIKIq4t_aM/s1600/GD09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBszQh9MHrKBtjpg9QX3aro0V3QJyIy3DyVJ_QDW1xkhZCyj-LU3iOXh4tBe466UKFu2mBjTBO-VQlZy-NtQr7L2we5zRhgWGdgYjJDFgB-TKHm89AQbjIGG-mHtjuHOBZsIKIq4t_aM/s320/GD09.jpg" width="277" /></a></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-71407362813751904802013-09-01T03:00:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:27:11.968-08:00A Labor (Day) of Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLIDAtDrYAIYAR_nHUeP98nWAZnR916rMtfKxvHybhTHswk4IKGgkNL6rm9y9PEWkCw2f4Pm5uVbTnEDxxaTqFXqPUQXdbytDWApiuBPlazeZ4XfvXcGgyX_83TxGJuLC8AjYvrOuIMo/s1600/SWM06a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLIDAtDrYAIYAR_nHUeP98nWAZnR916rMtfKxvHybhTHswk4IKGgkNL6rm9y9PEWkCw2f4Pm5uVbTnEDxxaTqFXqPUQXdbytDWApiuBPlazeZ4XfvXcGgyX_83TxGJuLC8AjYvrOuIMo/s320/SWM06a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Today is Labor Day in the U.S., the last day that most swimming pools are open until next Memorial Day in May. Naturally, we love the water and love summer, so it is with much sadness that we have to say goodbye to pool season. But we may as well go out with a bang, right?? So let's take a look at some male celebrities who are workin' a swimsuit. As usual, there will be a whole gamut of types, so hopefully you'll find a favorite or two! (And thanks also to our cover boy today, <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/10/burt-offerings.html" target="_blank">Mr. Burt Reynolds</a>.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Recognize this man? This was my generation and the one before it's answer to Michael Phelps, the handsome and athletic Olympian Mark Spitz. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhUXRgdjx2Km51qP9-5bAjb9qqaKrj8_u2E4MVkPZB0HQF0OCEzHgJ22lvL0p5nFOO3aRDo6m1wHpz9sv2VlJBixX1aubJ6NNlmgoxWLzFYhVIwJBJcQsDC5IKoBDGtnC5sMXgK0q-qWE/s1600/SWM00d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhUXRgdjx2Km51qP9-5bAjb9qqaKrj8_u2E4MVkPZB0HQF0OCEzHgJ22lvL0p5nFOO3aRDo6m1wHpz9sv2VlJBixX1aubJ6NNlmgoxWLzFYhVIwJBJcQsDC5IKoBDGtnC5sMXgK0q-qWE/s320/SWM00d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Truly one of the most beautiful men ever created, and one who was frequently displayed in next to nothing on, is all-natural bodybuilder and sword 'n sandal actor <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/12/bringing-in-reeves.html" target="_blank">Steve Reeves</a>, seen here sunning his flawless physique.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdnNKGtGncd3iYOI-Om5eoGUt2kT8IaTJgAqiDLJGDqi2J36aT8ygZWavJOfqlOXw7mDHRdVrGLNs23KnrcrMmHhxw1tQDyFmZqIfkrPHQJ_d94UhH6uHKJrpOdDgqD_ZqbiZlmPDvUE/s1600/SWM00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdnNKGtGncd3iYOI-Om5eoGUt2kT8IaTJgAqiDLJGDqi2J36aT8ygZWavJOfqlOXw7mDHRdVrGLNs23KnrcrMmHhxw1tQDyFmZqIfkrPHQJ_d94UhH6uHKJrpOdDgqD_ZqbiZlmPDvUE/s320/SWM00.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Here, we see Mr. Reeves in the company of a slew of fellow bodybuilders during the production of <b>Athena</b>(1954) – He's the one being pinned back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZVpYcIe6QgEflBPk7Ba34yOISS3HtJYOYjgbrr1zcpzdi3GH5E5FLKXQEDutT6C1G4AxxjbLaW1EoYA2bWT7U1Zb9vosC2gIzGg1z4pZEBZHKwONq_lGd1d0E6pCq-gLWsJkiRUMcyAI/s1600/SWM09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZVpYcIe6QgEflBPk7Ba34yOISS3HtJYOYjgbrr1zcpzdi3GH5E5FLKXQEDutT6C1G4AxxjbLaW1EoYA2bWT7U1Zb9vosC2gIzGg1z4pZEBZHKwONq_lGd1d0E6pCq-gLWsJkiRUMcyAI/s320/SWM09.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Costar Debbie Reynolds steps in to compare biceps with the guys. Is this an embarrassment of riches or WHAT?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinOIXrIgif4YOsDoW6FFlTJEGVAJ5EKUhlb0Fn13pQJ1XwsXtWGdeDgNpBAuGP3NSVVyem6SgmRD38fB5WRha6-4EhnT9ik_kVwKBRdORqBJySrVWWdXdqybMTBtCGJAhv-ntL-ke0Zgk/s1600/SWM09b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinOIXrIgif4YOsDoW6FFlTJEGVAJ5EKUhlb0Fn13pQJ1XwsXtWGdeDgNpBAuGP3NSVVyem6SgmRD38fB5WRha6-4EhnT9ik_kVwKBRdORqBJySrVWWdXdqybMTBtCGJAhv-ntL-ke0Zgk/s320/SWM09b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">While we're in the past, let's take a peek at some other old time stars in their swimwear... Here we see wonderful movie villain (and occasional good guy) Warren William in a snappy belted suit. He was so often covered up in his movies, it's rare to see him out of a suit (and in decent shape, too!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUk_b516R4aNRwblLx4r8NKOnIR2S570WeR5-wdvPZMgeF8wQmZJ5-CZva7HNgfTWMSMFsnIixpAJc2aTX0zV2U4GlFsgo2vj_JlJSXxuYHD2-iJBJ7_NKcUYEQtz42O2ipQI8VpTYur0/s1600/Swm00b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUk_b516R4aNRwblLx4r8NKOnIR2S570WeR5-wdvPZMgeF8wQmZJ5-CZva7HNgfTWMSMFsnIixpAJc2aTX0zV2U4GlFsgo2vj_JlJSXxuYHD2-iJBJ7_NKcUYEQtz42O2ipQI8VpTYur0/s320/Swm00b.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Randolph Scott and his roommate Cary Grant pose on the diving board for a photo spread on their everyday life together. Grant has the peculiar distinction of having socks on, but the bigger question is: if the socks are on his feet, then what does he have in the front of that swimsuit?!?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSHzcm6ap1nwPErGksTq06N-SSPLFGLXQMfSCP6YBOoEDWaj1jheSLDzd4vdZgvu_4_XK0SwLjaTkT8cAfYyXbijl5Ltcvu8WqeG4sLhNzNxYRYQ82lYRuwMKYMKrKzCeDGMM8_emDRw0/s1600/SWM06b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSHzcm6ap1nwPErGksTq06N-SSPLFGLXQMfSCP6YBOoEDWaj1jheSLDzd4vdZgvu_4_XK0SwLjaTkT8cAfYyXbijl5Ltcvu8WqeG4sLhNzNxYRYQ82lYRuwMKYMKrKzCeDGMM8_emDRw0/s320/SWM06b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Crooner and actor (such as in 1945's <b>State Fair</b>) Dick Haymes frolics in the back yard with his cute children (two of the six kids he had amongst his many wives.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzy3eDO70dlI0jbtqiVbScfrXvCAZ7BpGSM77Uj3Y4l9SliLrtDgc5CdHI7fnPhuzfJfn42DSSddYmVW1URqI-ciGzywpirIlJNplwf7lnPFSou54rsU3CcnIFDQrm2Del7qkFutAqv7I/s1600/SWM03d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzy3eDO70dlI0jbtqiVbScfrXvCAZ7BpGSM77Uj3Y4l9SliLrtDgc5CdHI7fnPhuzfJfn42DSSddYmVW1URqI-ciGzywpirIlJNplwf7lnPFSou54rsU3CcnIFDQrm2Del7qkFutAqv7I/s320/SWM03d.JPG" width="247" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A very focused and determined James Cagney prepares to do a back-flip. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7Y_5Ll0V2F_9BNipLfSnvB3opWI_IFRiGzogfEgwOEnr5a4WWzKLgLT1Dq7gJ9H-dv7Q-0AVYFHUUfD8rUsxgXjeVMr2plHXUKD6YcB-KJVIyjDtwZTcUc5A3SRJXKdA3rrBOsttIBQ/s1600/SWM00c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7Y_5Ll0V2F_9BNipLfSnvB3opWI_IFRiGzogfEgwOEnr5a4WWzKLgLT1Dq7gJ9H-dv7Q-0AVYFHUUfD8rUsxgXjeVMr2plHXUKD6YcB-KJVIyjDtwZTcUc5A3SRJXKdA3rrBOsttIBQ/s320/SWM00c.JPG" width="226" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Alan Ladd (during the filming of <b>The Great Gatsby</b>, 1949) is shown talking to Macdonald Carey during a poolside scene.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVoJ19FHaCC5sK6sHuKDgp355YPJqUJh3njoC9j03HQRiig4nGMT3e2pwTC_ouXVP1_v2xdcA9utjpbKLtbXXy6BdbCyNhpIntv2IrsCuHxV-LsHa0DbMbZui6YsM0BU3Z2HVuuhLJrlo/s1600/SWM02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVoJ19FHaCC5sK6sHuKDgp355YPJqUJh3njoC9j03HQRiig4nGMT3e2pwTC_ouXVP1_v2xdcA9utjpbKLtbXXy6BdbCyNhpIntv2IrsCuHxV-LsHa0DbMbZui6YsM0BU3Z2HVuuhLJrlo/s320/SWM02.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Steve Cochran (star of the recently profiled movie <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2013/08/why-dont-you-just-beat-it.html" target="_blank">The Beat Generation</a></b>, 1959) is shown with some clinging seaweed, clinging Lita Milan and a clinging swimsuit in <b>I, Mobster</b>(1958), which has suddenly become a must-see movie for me!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1UnbIVE6HOq10YXElOeT4LGmmJzCqjMTIm7jCOHLuWofq8OK3RQBIchtx8PH2bM2ieL52SRd4YAKBP2EpbK9kmXxk7VtSK1rClEyeUE6UNmkKqUYGldYGRWYh_x1qtx-mqR8Unq1rlxE/s1600/SWM03e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1UnbIVE6HOq10YXElOeT4LGmmJzCqjMTIm7jCOHLuWofq8OK3RQBIchtx8PH2bM2ieL52SRd4YAKBP2EpbK9kmXxk7VtSK1rClEyeUE6UNmkKqUYGldYGRWYh_x1qtx-mqR8Unq1rlxE/s320/SWM03e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">We can't see too much of Cochran's <b>Generation</b> costar Ray Danton here, but what we can make out looks rather inviting...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSaQ5c1BZhb3wPNV36b28WBxJKX0HAipJtK0llGhGxEV5gmHQ-DxBbcdvj5HrtigwqIuvgwCTWifys6UD-3fxUI9RrWZjU7eY0_8sm53rGekYLandmPi45nzneZnu_D8R6jJIU8uC57Ys/s1600/SWM06d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSaQ5c1BZhb3wPNV36b28WBxJKX0HAipJtK0llGhGxEV5gmHQ-DxBbcdvj5HrtigwqIuvgwCTWifys6UD-3fxUI9RrWZjU7eY0_8sm53rGekYLandmPi45nzneZnu_D8R6jJIU8uC57Ys/s320/SWM06d.JPG" width="226" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Contrary film actor Edmund Purdom is shown sharing a hammock with wife of one year Linda Christian.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDd9XSnhf8UvYaRUHxjF95xIEpncbqgE-UDs5uQ5F1CPuaO_ZIyQrH_Nwo6VGSkI6ntuIR7mCV6RasEBmt2-41Gbxmg8c3Uo8EPiIxDmTzlzlA08wVyTOn-KlIREPgqebLb2TxtaOmFHU/s1600/SWM05e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDd9XSnhf8UvYaRUHxjF95xIEpncbqgE-UDs5uQ5F1CPuaO_ZIyQrH_Nwo6VGSkI6ntuIR7mCV6RasEBmt2-41Gbxmg8c3Uo8EPiIxDmTzlzlA08wVyTOn-KlIREPgqebLb2TxtaOmFHU/s320/SWM05e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/10/keeping-tab-on-me.html" target="_blank">Tab Hunter</a> takes part in some poolside tomfoolery with a couple of friends. Shame about those socks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgALOPGvKJkQIeeFG2VfSKPw-BPno7pHm62ghFklWJW8R4f124gkJBcMOX8nv3Xst2a4ecjIhOuTqg4GDGkxdnQeuhEg9DcsIvRsSp3dirnCY1_e8c6sG3PqgYcQJ2UZXatPffOZr9hEa8/s1600/SWM01b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgALOPGvKJkQIeeFG2VfSKPw-BPno7pHm62ghFklWJW8R4f124gkJBcMOX8nv3Xst2a4ecjIhOuTqg4GDGkxdnQeuhEg9DcsIvRsSp3dirnCY1_e8c6sG3PqgYcQJ2UZXatPffOZr9hEa8/s320/SWM01b.JPG" width="249" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Here we see Sal Mineo (in the company of Terry Moore) taking a stroll on the beach.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim2iq8eum8tk1tf0TF-KLK_HJOuYhlzrE10ELse1lB2JVHOAc0jH6lWlmahtSOn_CV4HMjokn5trft9Y2GNtKzQA5hbyjGXWw2MwHA6Yz1jsFW3x5ZfB5-kyMmDXZaHQ3bgHah-iNDfVA/s1600/SWM06c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim2iq8eum8tk1tf0TF-KLK_HJOuYhlzrE10ELse1lB2JVHOAc0jH6lWlmahtSOn_CV4HMjokn5trft9Y2GNtKzQA5hbyjGXWw2MwHA6Yz1jsFW3x5ZfB5-kyMmDXZaHQ3bgHah-iNDfVA/s320/SWM06c.JPG" width="190" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Former Disney star Tommy Kirk is shown cavorting with a bevy of bikini-clad gals in one of his beach-set movies (though in real life, his tastes ran the same way mine do!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjpksJC-mwkvy34RR_oTgENO-H5jmEpZotZ57Lqday3c5a-1-wdCmUonKL9xQ6KGEdxVyWCd0tjk25rKvx_JkyZetSkIH0VTEQUkOUBXdBYY9xDlR8kMe6FgrygFMcbzvXwaAogo5yGkw/s1600/SWM03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjpksJC-mwkvy34RR_oTgENO-H5jmEpZotZ57Lqday3c5a-1-wdCmUonKL9xQ6KGEdxVyWCd0tjk25rKvx_JkyZetSkIH0VTEQUkOUBXdBYY9xDlR8kMe6FgrygFMcbzvXwaAogo5yGkw/s320/SWM03.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Another teen sensation, Frankie Avalon, is seen here on the deck of a boat in <b>I'll Take Sweden</b> (1965.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAjh71NNDn862wsd2BXAh3HjjTWU5Y4do0QLcKQnTxO6flVSgkbofz-qqAM-znGvoKNMTX4QwI9EAflvISdvIRSUsZsH-qcPimLpOitSROcd70oz4N3rRb5rknJUpQzvaVCJMabB5K7MI/s1600/SWM11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAjh71NNDn862wsd2BXAh3HjjTWU5Y4do0QLcKQnTxO6flVSgkbofz-qqAM-znGvoKNMTX4QwI9EAflvISdvIRSUsZsH-qcPimLpOitSROcd70oz4N3rRb5rknJUpQzvaVCJMabB5K7MI/s320/SWM11.jpg" width="262" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I wanted to include that color shot above, but he makes a somewhat better impression standing up, as shown here!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGw_JbfedS5gzJ8vePQAsQw8zTfXhU779Mq9hx0KTOfX19lzFZdA6ee4aBEOWwHcwzA50qLNk80J6H9bu9WFjGfH1xkDNJk9hvZKUI0YGC8R21nV8gBxlU2Ys3BBv2gESR3YhpTB_YbVA/s1600/SWM11b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGw_JbfedS5gzJ8vePQAsQw8zTfXhU779Mq9hx0KTOfX19lzFZdA6ee4aBEOWwHcwzA50qLNk80J6H9bu9WFjGfH1xkDNJk9hvZKUI0YGC8R21nV8gBxlU2Ys3BBv2gESR3YhpTB_YbVA/s320/SWM11b.JPG" width="226" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">One of my faithful readers sent in this shot of French star <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-pain-no-alain.html" target="_blank">Alain Delon</a> about to dive into <b>The Swimming Pool</b>(1969.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsnm8skDAZSisNpFv7al5eZKDLohrWIZAe40qxftYOpnh0cd3Tb3ITQMLTshk2zqwOF1jNjVtQkceQ6kENIHZ7spKW5byI6mG8Xm1uobZ9sQpxxtvV0lhpxOJTU_hABGWJK6a6q2temME/s1600/SWM03c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsnm8skDAZSisNpFv7al5eZKDLohrWIZAe40qxftYOpnh0cd3Tb3ITQMLTshk2zqwOF1jNjVtQkceQ6kENIHZ7spKW5byI6mG8Xm1uobZ9sQpxxtvV0lhpxOJTU_hABGWJK6a6q2temME/s320/SWM03c.jpg" width="255" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Next, we take a dip into the Charlton Heston wing of this swimwear exhibit. Mr H., a one-time artists model, often swam and took in the sun wearing abbreviated trunks. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6zqpFEUuzUOJuH6hu-aKl1CWSNGOiU6C6GrTDjd08YQp1m5XZGbNVEay3V3mKrZ7LEpC5gtJdbpz1hh9BjhxEQZIc_uNeU9eYgwNgt1feNh8vmuVLTpplUuTSOr2am74B1QNaWkMkuxU/s1600/SWM01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6zqpFEUuzUOJuH6hu-aKl1CWSNGOiU6C6GrTDjd08YQp1m5XZGbNVEay3V3mKrZ7LEpC5gtJdbpz1hh9BjhxEQZIc_uNeU9eYgwNgt1feNh8vmuVLTpplUuTSOr2am74B1QNaWkMkuxU/s320/SWM01.jpg" width="249" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The star of many historical epics was contemporary when it came to swimsuits.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlGls9Ca3G4VvXNzX_FvtmmhGfKBpt4m_H_zoUrUWYLVkdtF3vrZbjM91sQVQuJeOFXcvwEREKgKGGvQPW0Vh1SAPz9GkeQ3lNWGgMGfz-E3ENGHUVX4FgGwCjdW8GKYtxdcDY998MFu4/s1600/SWM02c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlGls9Ca3G4VvXNzX_FvtmmhGfKBpt4m_H_zoUrUWYLVkdtF3vrZbjM91sQVQuJeOFXcvwEREKgKGGvQPW0Vh1SAPz9GkeQ3lNWGgMGfz-E3ENGHUVX4FgGwCjdW8GKYtxdcDY998MFu4/s320/SWM02c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This dotted one seems to have been a favorite of his.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrGRb0VivqiMWQ58D-AhUiVhYubptvagFTsnfGItqBZ8ftZT9mUutLaMF_MTRipbDZ7L0_alLoylRRI588tLgfBONapaJmTfSsS-bj1O8zMEHncntIav70Pha-LSVhU5idWaOOtLOHLM/s1600/SWM03a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrGRb0VivqiMWQ58D-AhUiVhYubptvagFTsnfGItqBZ8ftZT9mUutLaMF_MTRipbDZ7L0_alLoylRRI588tLgfBONapaJmTfSsS-bj1O8zMEHncntIav70Pha-LSVhU5idWaOOtLOHLM/s320/SWM03a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">When you spend a fair amount of time in loincloths and rags, you have to keep that tan going!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf7Cz9BqD9UeMMuO9BIEmxXponabrefxeL8aos1SkABYGZ8lemgCtfu5OyTUFiHjN_bYmTm1TojmQ4X_1uNdJozlfdvwVDk2rl8Oy06Wgw5LzS1PdW63niTTO6oE827AcPliz-Y2wGwjs/s1600/SWM02b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf7Cz9BqD9UeMMuO9BIEmxXponabrefxeL8aos1SkABYGZ8lemgCtfu5OyTUFiHjN_bYmTm1TojmQ4X_1uNdJozlfdvwVDk2rl8Oy06Wgw5LzS1PdW63niTTO6oE827AcPliz-Y2wGwjs/s320/SWM02b.JPG" width="244" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Another actor who wore a loincloth in at least one movie (<b>Zardoz</b>, 1974) is <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2013/04/connery-row.html" target="_blank">Sean Connery</a>, seen here with then-wife Diane Cilento in some snugly-fitting swimtrunks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwGg1E6wE2gaRkgEBOrciA8iwLP-0GKSbPgdRSAPF199nQUGKsjEQ2LP1dJqw5XKXeZxr7t-NdDtFMmMP1aaBHjy1kQO8IZYa1QP2xXGACyCT7TgzvhSPOc_agDTYCJrsmj2OWa10GBI/s1600/SWM06e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwGg1E6wE2gaRkgEBOrciA8iwLP-0GKSbPgdRSAPF199nQUGKsjEQ2LP1dJqw5XKXeZxr7t-NdDtFMmMP1aaBHjy1kQO8IZYa1QP2xXGACyCT7TgzvhSPOc_agDTYCJrsmj2OWa10GBI/s320/SWM06e.JPG" width="250" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">His immediate successor as James Bond (in <b>On Her Majesty's Secret Service</b>, 1969) was male model-turned-actor George Lazenby, sporting a Speedo at the beach.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6wQa0ao9c-rDrHZU0vEnBUujJz9MZ4AMnySA0fjz6dgBbx_anJqCkLMvN_iFI8_Fj8zyKgW7WJV2sN8VvQSFSqhN-pK1Aik3R-nm9E4HEz2fLfqnypEoVsiWg80yEoE83jvyEu-FZyQ/s1600/SWM09d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6wQa0ao9c-rDrHZU0vEnBUujJz9MZ4AMnySA0fjz6dgBbx_anJqCkLMvN_iFI8_Fj8zyKgW7WJV2sN8VvQSFSqhN-pK1Aik3R-nm9E4HEz2fLfqnypEoVsiWg80yEoE83jvyEu-FZyQ/s320/SWM09d.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The villain in <b>Secret Service</b> was Telly Savalas, enjoying a swim in a Speedo of his own. See how I made that segue? ;-)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheJjLL0CHrpw-gDu1XPc1-81ZWhx0hnkT7dhgIJlXAQUNO80rqjvDymAS9PX-s7GqSIWCaK39kcvfDFCC5lN01Cla3zuH3olVLJuEtOLBae1UUpk4NaWrC6Uc01ZeRMce3O0H-1GZDL7I/s1600/SWM07a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheJjLL0CHrpw-gDu1XPc1-81ZWhx0hnkT7dhgIJlXAQUNO80rqjvDymAS9PX-s7GqSIWCaK39kcvfDFCC5lN01Cla3zuH3olVLJuEtOLBae1UUpk4NaWrC6Uc01ZeRMce3O0H-1GZDL7I/s320/SWM07a.JPG" width="256" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Speedos for breakfast?? It looks that way for actor Tony Franciosa in this cereal commercial.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6bqGNCs6SV8ecI39BtFS-mbTHXwQ6STyWRXnEsbb7dlDDEE-MH7d_T4JpLBIlowpa_avZHt7f-mDKTzwVyKdSDhoX6wa0nySjbQebuZ_mkQc04eb_ckI0SBfbOAxcFteLd1cyjwsbg8/s1600/SWM05g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6bqGNCs6SV8ecI39BtFS-mbTHXwQ6STyWRXnEsbb7dlDDEE-MH7d_T4JpLBIlowpa_avZHt7f-mDKTzwVyKdSDhoX6wa0nySjbQebuZ_mkQc04eb_ckI0SBfbOAxcFteLd1cyjwsbg8/s320/SWM05g.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Of course I cackle at the box of Grape Nuts being in such close proximity as Mr. F.'s own...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqNZT05TABTV-No_M4JKfgS7_pMm90KzxU1BGP8aQlsyorPYTHYEBpP71yRd53tzTUgHENOjO9EEbVs1ER7Y-MmYe71HIHVsw8rM1kJ6O1QxzI2ko1uHIEIiQKcjUp23L2ymUsUXdrpdE/s1600/SWM05f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqNZT05TABTV-No_M4JKfgS7_pMm90KzxU1BGP8aQlsyorPYTHYEBpP71yRd53tzTUgHENOjO9EEbVs1ER7Y-MmYe71HIHVsw8rM1kJ6O1QxzI2ko1uHIEIiQKcjUp23L2ymUsUXdrpdE/s320/SWM05f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In <b>The Producers</b> (1967), when auditions were in full swing for the lead in the movie's deliberately awful musical “Springtime for Hitler,” one of the actors slithered down to these briefs. (Maybe not a swimsuit, but when have I ever been picky?!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVP4ybTRFFPB4GFRSM6vmN2RWxww03N7VLZO12dVTIOdBTfnpwKlxXtb984P5VyGBQb6NtFB2MSE5QWRPDkwgpjGcRQuAqFlYFS3sQ4DLPZ4OGsDgqk9pQVPrxo0BO8ZPEbY8t-i_-UA8/s1600/SWM05d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVP4ybTRFFPB4GFRSM6vmN2RWxww03N7VLZO12dVTIOdBTfnpwKlxXtb984P5VyGBQb6NtFB2MSE5QWRPDkwgpjGcRQuAqFlYFS3sQ4DLPZ4OGsDgqk9pQVPrxo0BO8ZPEbY8t-i_-UA8/s320/SWM05d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In <b>The Gay Deceivers</b> (1969) Laurence Casey plays gay to avoid the draft, but takes a stroll and a swim with his girlfriend.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEPTdPcwX7aME8RV3G05MCFF4stL_Ac7bI6UT7mL-8leKlfvgh94F_CT8XtsP4AGso7ijGf3-U8D16nFX_W5R8KbN3sc71bci7c6FLCDqueJdYt3xhQDzAdksfP2Otq5Xcsxu8tL6u3Nw/s1600/SWM03b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEPTdPcwX7aME8RV3G05MCFF4stL_Ac7bI6UT7mL-8leKlfvgh94F_CT8XtsP4AGso7ijGf3-U8D16nFX_W5R8KbN3sc71bci7c6FLCDqueJdYt3xhQDzAdksfP2Otq5Xcsxu8tL6u3Nw/s320/SWM03b.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Check out this good-looking, swimsuit-wearing couple: Granite-like Charles Bronson and his wife Jill Ireland.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipjtNTTfVOQBQYawluQNGOpXbhQRgblA8FDmjxSstE8txXEe38YP0URwow1Ogq-05fre-eMPjpwOkA7VHiuPQ09RI1wiYlILa_U6FrZYK2j3DtobAhT_mk2TyexZU18HRq2EKySV_HDpg/s1600/SWM05c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipjtNTTfVOQBQYawluQNGOpXbhQRgblA8FDmjxSstE8txXEe38YP0URwow1Ogq-05fre-eMPjpwOkA7VHiuPQ09RI1wiYlILa_U6FrZYK2j3DtobAhT_mk2TyexZU18HRq2EKySV_HDpg/s320/SWM05c.JPG" width="256" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Miles O'Keefe got a short-lived burst of major publicity when he played the title character in 1981's <b>Tarzan, the Ape Man </b>opposite Bo Derek. His loincloth was probably the most abbreviated to that time except perhaps for the one Johnny Weissmuller wore in the very first pre-Code film.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxrWuBt_u06V7RtvKpBjZXmrxgS0ufqR6k8UxQ9vtVbkR-wPOuATGvDJGpSc7PLgdap6qtdva367S9tBjyEILL-gPEQke4gHgIKVKI8-9x0KvMhhVd0lsvoZe553hiCyHVqZ54QHFIC4/s1600/SWM08b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxrWuBt_u06V7RtvKpBjZXmrxgS0ufqR6k8UxQ9vtVbkR-wPOuATGvDJGpSc7PLgdap6qtdva367S9tBjyEILL-gPEQke4gHgIKVKI8-9x0KvMhhVd0lsvoZe553hiCyHVqZ54QHFIC4/s320/SWM08b.JPG" width="228" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Another scantily-clad movie actor was Christopher Atkins in <b>The Blue Lagoon</b> (1980), who even went naked a time or two.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWRpWkrKED-D12S-f5ZB4lqLD4PX5s79aalGZhhNFyqukeGdApf_s4GQIDRBNGSo2Ewr3D2ZStRaCT1ySENceARqUhqeXoaxZw9h1DIB5YQ2Bs0n3mmiI-OWv1npAGMkULQ9P0xkfa7k/s1600/SWM10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWRpWkrKED-D12S-f5ZB4lqLD4PX5s79aalGZhhNFyqukeGdApf_s4GQIDRBNGSo2Ewr3D2ZStRaCT1ySENceARqUhqeXoaxZw9h1DIB5YQ2Bs0n3mmiI-OWv1npAGMkULQ9P0xkfa7k/s320/SWM10.JPG" width="186" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Not to be outdone (though when it came to the movie's lasting fame, he was) was Eight is Enough's Willie Ames in<b> Paradise </b>(1982), a Lagoon ripoff, in which he put forth a nude swimming scene.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEEUX190rvgkjjEja_6XKdLNMJg1R46qZ-8VM_dVjEDPBbKh2BNzF2d7W8ga_00LotETbqC4nfaYlAFKGJXkaLSlh1VJc5J4qDwQMCQFlp8VZif_jDJAY1KOPlr3X0dMJcJxNcXWpo-HU/s1600/Swm07d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEEUX190rvgkjjEja_6XKdLNMJg1R46qZ-8VM_dVjEDPBbKh2BNzF2d7W8ga_00LotETbqC4nfaYlAFKGJXkaLSlh1VJc5J4qDwQMCQFlp8VZif_jDJAY1KOPlr3X0dMJcJxNcXWpo-HU/s320/Swm07d.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The Speedo was still going strong on actor Paul Land in 1983's <b>Spring Break</b> (and be sure not to miss the extra to the left of him's revealing shorts!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7DeNDBgFc7DnxCp1M1GW75qfYin26zW_FYfDwoaCLukQrIZgzkH-GUe9SNW1gTGQGk8n-iYDjee5YYA9QR_SWz1wXXr4uEgMkOpNL3jTsUVyxv_L7E2d7jHkyh46nyS8C-9bjtpt5Gtw/s1600/SWM09c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7DeNDBgFc7DnxCp1M1GW75qfYin26zW_FYfDwoaCLukQrIZgzkH-GUe9SNW1gTGQGk8n-iYDjee5YYA9QR_SWz1wXXr4uEgMkOpNL3jTsUVyxv_L7E2d7jHkyh46nyS8C-9bjtpt5Gtw/s320/SWM09c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Mr. Land did commit one cardinal sin of the Speedo, however, which was to have a thatch of body hair on his inner thighs along the leg holes. Ya gotta prune a little bit!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpeSkQP57j35ng9__I9WXSflExFPUIQ0ojApoZFvWFRZBpJQne4a3dmgGQ8R-HhfVvsmZC0FtOYee6TKdASH5JRDlBxfwSAIsqrnHzjoq4i1aXBCMaRu5We6_rnBC920AxyVN4W4qE6IY/s1600/SWM07f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpeSkQP57j35ng9__I9WXSflExFPUIQ0ojApoZFvWFRZBpJQne4a3dmgGQ8R-HhfVvsmZC0FtOYee6TKdASH5JRDlBxfwSAIsqrnHzjoq4i1aXBCMaRu5We6_rnBC920AxyVN4W4qE6IY/s320/SWM07f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Let's turn the dial now to some TV actors. We'll call this first part the Robert Culp Wing. Culp was the star (along with Bill Cosby) of <i>I Spy</i> (1965 – 1968) and sometimes had occasion on the globe-trotting show to show off some very fun and tiny swim trunks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin227e0Ipfu1kG5x0TH6VqVj8BYfcI7ggw1OV8dDDGmsTAWlTlbkydHa91-6HK3Pgi9SPzjNBIbnna0s5wDQtZb8OL443_xrJ97CeuFSExiFQvD1hGKtEmlFLUc7NprpA9l6afJ_smT4w/s1600/SWM04d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin227e0Ipfu1kG5x0TH6VqVj8BYfcI7ggw1OV8dDDGmsTAWlTlbkydHa91-6HK3Pgi9SPzjNBIbnna0s5wDQtZb8OL443_xrJ97CeuFSExiFQvD1hGKtEmlFLUc7NprpA9l6afJ_smT4w/s320/SWM04d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Just look at the series of shots depicted here (again, brought to my attention by a faithful Underworld reader!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3x61QtpvN3Ae2WS189bEtInTfNMZtebDObky5WVRthA_gRtiLfhi1AXMov61VuRCd0csjJOYZBSA7QMYQ6JkC2RvqX50zeA40pHgoMbax9BiDvgxJ5dMXV4u7WsCd7TQbu_RYj-9iU4/s1600/SWM04j.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="121" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3x61QtpvN3Ae2WS189bEtInTfNMZtebDObky5WVRthA_gRtiLfhi1AXMov61VuRCd0csjJOYZBSA7QMYQ6JkC2RvqX50zeA40pHgoMbax9BiDvgxJ5dMXV4u7WsCd7TQbu_RYj-9iU4/s320/SWM04j.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In this montage, we almost get a bit of butt crack from him as he emerges from the water. (And note the dark brown jock strap they had Mr. Cosby in!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikF2MPTW1Dl28XGQrSbTQ86CTaBa5ZxNsX6LgmlFcCz2Rh8vcWIGUyKz306idgaEmSPmfuf2kYTbqhgOAFs5_g6L7ZlkpTIeRd-SZVmbGDL1GFRNrLOVNGFb0T5WO7c2au4NThEkvtnPQ/s1600/SWM04i.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikF2MPTW1Dl28XGQrSbTQ86CTaBa5ZxNsX6LgmlFcCz2Rh8vcWIGUyKz306idgaEmSPmfuf2kYTbqhgOAFs5_g6L7ZlkpTIeRd-SZVmbGDL1GFRNrLOVNGFb0T5WO7c2au4NThEkvtnPQ/s320/SWM04i.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This suit screams the 1960s (and I wish I could have been there to experience them firsthand.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7in7tyjLE-8Zv7GZFmbrUNqhRYfLAXJNftXfofQQ9QFaI3MsY5TsL2uhjvZngoepu9YCv8LLhPBVPocC04qZMqL3HmTU1spKeZQV456LthsBPfDwwZAcBNHRczzQVxeZoOrjyCDE6EW4/s1600/SWM04e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7in7tyjLE-8Zv7GZFmbrUNqhRYfLAXJNftXfofQQ9QFaI3MsY5TsL2uhjvZngoepu9YCv8LLhPBVPocC04qZMqL3HmTU1spKeZQV456LthsBPfDwwZAcBNHRczzQVxeZoOrjyCDE6EW4/s320/SWM04e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This next trio of shots are of a Speedo-clad Mr. Culp working on a dolly shot in which the camera will be pulled backwards away from him along the platform he's walking on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9NqM7jU-hodqlXNDwL-OY6fIa5oXrYB74_IcNEH3hOjyVCd-KO4EIDwGlzAfpEKWafZHzg5R6DJpGLWgs_L8t0-NWnwtI5MP-H2dBqPJjZAAmk4sCC4FUXbxdZ9QE4Uf1NL-kgmXqKBc/s1600/SWM04f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9NqM7jU-hodqlXNDwL-OY6fIa5oXrYB74_IcNEH3hOjyVCd-KO4EIDwGlzAfpEKWafZHzg5R6DJpGLWgs_L8t0-NWnwtI5MP-H2dBqPJjZAAmk4sCC4FUXbxdZ9QE4Uf1NL-kgmXqKBc/s320/SWM04f.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">So much goes on out of frame in TV or movies that we rarely, if ever, take time to think about when watching.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgbEuJnJ2MVS6z3qGU0PcxJcHQZKDO-i_UBOeIXXx_bQK4jXyllfOKSNMYti48uwUVMcaxLcP0-Wfi6p7flP5PaIVv2wiih1k0Cut3ZwDi74vRyle8AHrIXPc9apRWZ4wIvTIOYg6r9I/s1600/SWM04g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgbEuJnJ2MVS6z3qGU0PcxJcHQZKDO-i_UBOeIXXx_bQK4jXyllfOKSNMYti48uwUVMcaxLcP0-Wfi6p7flP5PaIVv2wiih1k0Cut3ZwDi74vRyle8AHrIXPc9apRWZ4wIvTIOYg6r9I/s320/SWM04g.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Here's a more close-up view. Culp, by the way. went “full monty” in a 1973 film called <b>A Name for Evil</b>if you ever come across it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxBpJZm8Fpe7PEWWI_S6yBdc2IfojaHV0b6jzVxebezVISm-2X-NIftcF1my8B5XkzWy9SCLusjurcuPFiaagTWc_rH_c6mkZKDdoWnvkjAp7pJl8bsrC91-5-0YQhtX6rtcWIwbvb7zY/s1600/SWM04h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxBpJZm8Fpe7PEWWI_S6yBdc2IfojaHV0b6jzVxebezVISm-2X-NIftcF1my8B5XkzWy9SCLusjurcuPFiaagTWc_rH_c6mkZKDdoWnvkjAp7pJl8bsrC91-5-0YQhtX6rtcWIwbvb7zY/s320/SWM04h.jpg" width="199" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Actor John Saxon appeared in the 1973 TV-movie <i>Linda </i>with <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/01/stellll-llllaaa.html" target="_blank">Stella Stevens</a> and showed off his humpy physique. This entire movie is on youtube.com if you ever want to see it. (Which reminds me, it may soon be time to hop into the vintage <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2013/04/diving-headlong-once-more-into-tv-movie.html" target="_blank">TVMovie Time Tunnel</a> again!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiouNURlf0zgzXSsXlOP6FoxA81qtvPoXHcXFh3l1rpvUdSPQeKSMlZs0w1NeMSEolWht-4eYkYgO3oG3XtjuTRNUC76VwMEqWsPv3XCVKlFbqYrdFmrVZpjTLududgijH-nU7C7sQVC-w/s1600/Swm07b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiouNURlf0zgzXSsXlOP6FoxA81qtvPoXHcXFh3l1rpvUdSPQeKSMlZs0w1NeMSEolWht-4eYkYgO3oG3XtjuTRNUC76VwMEqWsPv3XCVKlFbqYrdFmrVZpjTLududgijH-nU7C7sQVC-w/s320/Swm07b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">If you are of a certain age, you are doubtlessly aware of the extraordinary beauty and hunkitude of this next guy, <i>Voyagers</i>' <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/01/put-hexum-on-me.html" target="_blank">Jon-Erik Hexum</a>, seen in a swimsuit photo payout with <i>The Fall Guy</i>'s Heather Thomas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHpNSJ8NAWhNrSw8JcNOdoNWMTsYgcODIii2AioFYo8GvlMbxix0tXmMKYImo2P3LTMRW3528bWCkrXb3xHY87CoV79Q1iQGC0fK5xTWgoQDO53KjzaXUdNe01zzjNW3Vs7O4bnAH4O24/s1600/SWM07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHpNSJ8NAWhNrSw8JcNOdoNWMTsYgcODIii2AioFYo8GvlMbxix0tXmMKYImo2P3LTMRW3528bWCkrXb3xHY87CoV79Q1iQGC0fK5xTWgoQDO53KjzaXUdNe01zzjNW3Vs7O4bnAH4O24/s320/SWM07.JPG" width="236" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I loved both of these people when I was a kid, though my mother saw Thomas as a car show that was in town and thought she seemed “hard.” LOL Maybe so... (Incidentally, Thomas has just stepped before the cameras again after a fifteen-year hiatus, in a warm, fuzzy, family-oriented opus called <b>Girltrash: All Night Long</b>!) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMOqnBT3N2Wbt66yywG6RTSHqNV4XqSnWvnen0Ph94IspscmUu-GSxjEuPPXu_LPXqW9e-reEB4Tvc_iF0Qoa5RgsQwWS01vEkUwcSfA0xetVCA2VGrEnvRdS5xjXVThE53ausGVpqdi8/s1600/SWM10b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMOqnBT3N2Wbt66yywG6RTSHqNV4XqSnWvnen0Ph94IspscmUu-GSxjEuPPXu_LPXqW9e-reEB4Tvc_iF0Qoa5RgsQwWS01vEkUwcSfA0xetVCA2VGrEnvRdS5xjXVThE53ausGVpqdi8/s320/SWM10b.JPG" width="271" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">When Hexum died in 1984, his replacement on the series he was then starring on (<i>Cover Up</i>) was Antony Hamilton, shown here in a Speedo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCpC4F7FUafu4MQRN_rdMexGeIRzx1xMFx8x7Yl5WJ_cthcdddBpXSFqUqGI8hUC87Bl5DcrBALF9STCweQRmwy6-8ScZNfa2jYZ3NLPtHbCwzqNvVMGyJ5te24I_oroGisDZ2DzxFI1s/s1600/SWM04b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCpC4F7FUafu4MQRN_rdMexGeIRzx1xMFx8x7Yl5WJ_cthcdddBpXSFqUqGI8hUC87Bl5DcrBALF9STCweQRmwy6-8ScZNfa2jYZ3NLPtHbCwzqNvVMGyJ5te24I_oroGisDZ2DzxFI1s/s320/SWM04b.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Hamilton's life ended far too early as well when AIDS claimed him in 1995 at only age forty-two.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQpVnuPjvg5_nHIju1XD7Hfu47f7mAGqdz4cNEul_XURXAlc8xnOlCsupZTwJF7WMxK6DfKcmp6C7wPXf8fuhagmiVLOpOwEE8IbSFQJ24-SeLT6viE3oeYxzqC702dTL4Qiju0TTlVk/s1600/SWM04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQpVnuPjvg5_nHIju1XD7Hfu47f7mAGqdz4cNEul_XURXAlc8xnOlCsupZTwJF7WMxK6DfKcmp6C7wPXf8fuhagmiVLOpOwEE8IbSFQJ24-SeLT6viE3oeYxzqC702dTL4Qiju0TTlVk/s320/SWM04.jpg" width="233" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Soap opera fans might feel themselves getting into a lather over these next two men. Doug Sheehan worked on <i>General Hospital</i> from 1978 to 1982 before moving to primetime on <i>Knots Landing</i> from 1983 to 1987.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkm8S64yy_91t5x8nkZbYW-v4Ar6vD0X4SU8NpMQ7Jt-0yP-YDQWu2c9X4tsGRq8RKLmpResDz0AKKQhlJPpRJtwrqA-bAp5jQBmTW7PGo0i-53vVze4ez-ZeJH-DM6GgkeCoOGBIGuw/s1600/SWM05b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkm8S64yy_91t5x8nkZbYW-v4Ar6vD0X4SU8NpMQ7Jt-0yP-YDQWu2c9X4tsGRq8RKLmpResDz0AKKQhlJPpRJtwrqA-bAp5jQBmTW7PGo0i-53vVze4ez-ZeJH-DM6GgkeCoOGBIGuw/s320/SWM05b.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Peter Reckell caused a sensation on<i>Days of Our Lives</i> from 1983 to 1987 before leaving and coming back from 1990 to 1992.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0jp4jhbNwS7-nr8rAsbbG9R1cyoyMmL4aq6OXmTrN5iUk_bZdFaCcgECxWdxc3WVNP3kKHsWZIiWrHObFc629OO4rFJM2dB9DkctoZhF7XjJL-iZ4tYCdx1VR3Nj1-OEtZOX0mECL474/s1600/SWM09e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0jp4jhbNwS7-nr8rAsbbG9R1cyoyMmL4aq6OXmTrN5iUk_bZdFaCcgECxWdxc3WVNP3kKHsWZIiWrHObFc629OO4rFJM2dB9DkctoZhF7XjJL-iZ4tYCdx1VR3Nj1-OEtZOX0mECL474/s320/SWM09e.JPG" width="248" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">he came back a third time, ironically his longest stay, from 1995 to 2012.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAES9d8KnCgdQajZhcHBcP2_d8r0FJwIExuucnaVAFkyCOV7_42YfGQdHYOwp2WOGZKk1Y0pgVqQR0voe8xTAFrdicgaPt72Ka_CClXYHuoCtkLXd42OQYyUwupKbL9V6004LF9nwZOPY/s1600/SWM09f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAES9d8KnCgdQajZhcHBcP2_d8r0FJwIExuucnaVAFkyCOV7_42YfGQdHYOwp2WOGZKk1Y0pgVqQR0voe8xTAFrdicgaPt72Ka_CClXYHuoCtkLXd42OQYyUwupKbL9V6004LF9nwZOPY/s320/SWM09f.JPG" width="227" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Do those pictures remind you of anything? They ought to put you in the mind of <i>Battle of the Network Stars</i> if you're old enough to recall that series of specials which pitted actors and actresses from NBC, CBS and ABC against each other in various sporting events. (Thankfully, two or three of the events meant that the men were shoehorned into Speedo bathing suits!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Since this was my FAVORITE PROGRAM EVER as a kid and I happen to have collected a fair amount of pictures from it, we'll end this post with them. What a shame we couldn't get a better look at Gary Sandy (of <i>WKRP in Cincinnati</i>, 1978-1982), an actor famous for his tight pants, rowing a kayak in the lower right corner of this montage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqa6M6q8hO3pW6nLtDyVWEQaubl1V6vumGmH5cU7lqn4FGGRAJuQBG1xaIIBiDhe2i_CVJEQAOPZFA_jOp9WtyEvYKgORVgmd8z0tHnHFW3RQFRMttqq2-GQpr79kgm-opMdWCzVyPIuk/s1600/SWM06.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqa6M6q8hO3pW6nLtDyVWEQaubl1V6vumGmH5cU7lqn4FGGRAJuQBG1xaIIBiDhe2i_CVJEQAOPZFA_jOp9WtyEvYKgORVgmd8z0tHnHFW3RQFRMttqq2-GQpr79kgm-opMdWCzVyPIuk/s320/SWM06.JPG" width="235" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This shot is likely from another occasion (you can usually spot Battle pics from the distinctively colorful, solid-design swimsuits), but I'm tossing it on the pile anyway. Lorenzo Lamas of <i>Falcon Crest</i> (1981-1990.) Lamas appeared in every one of Crest's 227 episodes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYU477y_xTFK0GLoutnhPbdjyS1AwmuXhdRGUFqbrj7OtITRu9Rl5mroEVZzN2eeAUUctYNYAPrSCk4MQbO4YR7egujjBUj6RSntFP1sBeWe_Ckz5ISnDpRZ2BZVIou4hKH9oyWsV_Sk/s1600/SWM07c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYU477y_xTFK0GLoutnhPbdjyS1AwmuXhdRGUFqbrj7OtITRu9Rl5mroEVZzN2eeAUUctYNYAPrSCk4MQbO4YR7egujjBUj6RSntFP1sBeWe_Ckz5ISnDpRZ2BZVIou4hKH9oyWsV_Sk/s320/SWM07c.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Preparing for a swimming relay is <i>B.J. And the Bear</i>'s Greg Evigan. He starred in that show from 1978 to 1981.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzu9KoCY22x5ppZQoW6MdGPEo9g_FU_5PrLaX9CYAC5Ohass7b3ZfeTTMLlsSZvfXUgTl7oqW18dJMCrECXnqj6hP5C0vu2_eMYqyN_YpRLhTiDMh56jrY-rmuVtWdmNslprFqnG7BhSo/s1600/SWM05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzu9KoCY22x5ppZQoW6MdGPEo9g_FU_5PrLaX9CYAC5Ohass7b3ZfeTTMLlsSZvfXUgTl7oqW18dJMCrECXnqj6hP5C0vu2_eMYqyN_YpRLhTiDMh56jrY-rmuVtWdmNslprFqnG7BhSo/s320/SWM05.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Here's another shot of Evigan (and, again, I'm thinking this is from another occasion, due to the style - and size! - of suit.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsZmcs4aeR1Z_RKsfXPTyu55LtbqA8uqZiPEXNF-EYxBlcU3bktujZgzELhYzq1zednr0q2WcUxrY4-cP_XJJs7H4XvWeByAHEb63zdhsYXSWvH4X1qPe9Fx2qc5BvsueuxTMSIUu-EpE/s1600/SWM11c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsZmcs4aeR1Z_RKsfXPTyu55LtbqA8uqZiPEXNF-EYxBlcU3bktujZgzELhYzq1zednr0q2WcUxrY4-cP_XJJs7H4XvWeByAHEb63zdhsYXSWvH4X1qPe9Fx2qc5BvsueuxTMSIUu-EpE/s320/SWM11c.JPG" width="223" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Frequent team captain Robert Conrad (of <i>Baa Baa Black Sheep</i>, 1976-1978) takes a breather with an unfortunately-located can of Coke.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65PIjnEf3LBvGreefaNEe5w7syD0NDgt93SMPzAdAbl8yXPS3iDcMvSBdO3wFwuUXRXRRsbaTEXAVSCSjIZvKSpicmqyN2lLfKmkMqSHJ2YHrD2yY8-YYFtOtFJ0kKdpr5NEBuzZ_l3U/s1600/SWM07e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65PIjnEf3LBvGreefaNEe5w7syD0NDgt93SMPzAdAbl8yXPS3iDcMvSBdO3wFwuUXRXRRsbaTEXAVSCSjIZvKSpicmqyN2lLfKmkMqSHJ2YHrD2yY8-YYFtOtFJ0kKdpr5NEBuzZ_l3U/s320/SWM07e.JPG" width="221" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Tom Selleck of <i>Magnum P.I. </i>(1980-1988) is wearing one of the ghastly rust-colored, velour warm-up jackets over his Speedo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMqI7YjWtwTUzvP4AQGX7GuYKn0FoxOC0jKjdvN_R7KDJU0JfrIZYcI25U04LKBkZ2HtrwJcLJWzdPT7WKPNNv9agaRDT1dfvASxKzY079ygQdj2ju-IxCBevFKYnoL8su4D7ndXUW3mw/s1600/SWM08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMqI7YjWtwTUzvP4AQGX7GuYKn0FoxOC0jKjdvN_R7KDJU0JfrIZYcI25U04LKBkZ2HtrwJcLJWzdPT7WKPNNv9agaRDT1dfvASxKzY079ygQdj2ju-IxCBevFKYnoL8su4D7ndXUW3mw/s320/SWM08.JPG" width="227" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This is Daniel J. Travanti, star of Hill St. Blues from 1981 to 1987.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioFrepW6YZzHwhLGScwI4kXUgweD7DyFP6DTn3sU-LLP4lVCd9rJjTcX_WPVH0PdxVrOaZbndq55Sly42wG1ii5ycsPIhWyyrats9u0BC8093E03pBXI9dDxnOUAIzw2yo7mypyUuD0s8/s1600/SWM08e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioFrepW6YZzHwhLGScwI4kXUgweD7DyFP6DTn3sU-LLP4lVCd9rJjTcX_WPVH0PdxVrOaZbndq55Sly42wG1ii5ycsPIhWyyrats9u0BC8093E03pBXI9dDxnOUAIzw2yo7mypyUuD0s8/s320/SWM08e.JPG" width="204" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>Dynasty</i>'s John James towels off after a swim. James was one of only two cast members to stay with the show (departing only to spend two seasons on its spin-off <i>The Colbys</i>, 1985-1987) through its entire run from 1981 to 1989.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjhCbLCM6D-Pyb5Ig3m1tiFYNyL4sIh7naRr7VcqIKeUfusdEwPMh8WSXbfQZPZrJXvpYAtwemFPj0Lvaa_USlmklFGsZtWm_sx3Zdio60pNBk83-D0PvCjLvIj7eW86d3jrZFGa2oFGs/s1600/SWM09g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjhCbLCM6D-Pyb5Ig3m1tiFYNyL4sIh7naRr7VcqIKeUfusdEwPMh8WSXbfQZPZrJXvpYAtwemFPj0Lvaa_USlmklFGsZtWm_sx3Zdio60pNBk83-D0PvCjLvIj7eW86d3jrZFGa2oFGs/s320/SWM09g.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Mark Harmon (of <i>Flamingo Road</i>, 1980-1982, and <i>St. Elsewhere</i>, 1983-1986) is pointing eastward.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi176Z-eQsWBeb-wYfIhfkHApgs_Bjbo9zWugSTF9v9j2Pz8XxUQE0Zx8k__kHGr4Ah9yKAJpvBuCxNib3bTckSA8zeZ1RplSEMJ3iMha4U8jN7uKjT6lgPJ-XQ8S3axuDN0qqJds2smvM/s1600/SWM08d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi176Z-eQsWBeb-wYfIhfkHApgs_Bjbo9zWugSTF9v9j2Pz8XxUQE0Zx8k__kHGr4Ah9yKAJpvBuCxNib3bTckSA8zeZ1RplSEMJ3iMha4U8jN7uKjT6lgPJ-XQ8S3axuDN0qqJds2smvM/s320/SWM08d.JPG" width="234" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">And here is <i>Vega$</i> (1978-1981) star Robert Urich.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRCH9WM6PsEl6niiipO6K_KXMxytikaLvxJFcarntsAC4V_xCKu0Ia7vYSIptflSTMvFRvejfVaZepvAYty8x1XDRKzor0bACRkBh8mmSH-ZIj4w2LfzrvjnlcUodIfRuOeAkiIvuZXQ/s1600/SWM08c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRCH9WM6PsEl6niiipO6K_KXMxytikaLvxJFcarntsAC4V_xCKu0Ia7vYSIptflSTMvFRvejfVaZepvAYty8x1XDRKzor0bACRkBh8mmSH-ZIj4w2LfzrvjnlcUodIfRuOeAkiIvuZXQ/s320/SWM08c.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Fans of <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/01/keeping-my-stevens-even.html" target="_blank">Andrew Stevens</a> are in for a treat now. First we have this shot of him in his official ABC warm-up jacket and swimsuit. He was costarring on <i>Code Red </i>(1981-1982) at the time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qL0HsHZCr7WFrYyl26Iun4Db2yg1phJLqfRuuaBjr0UXMb-FU2rfnCWrxslIa-VBWvZtqvyvyqjAqbhwyM2kscPXPuIrUetTAT6dtySYJqtrjqrVDs_ogi7OpkJQOqCUQsQLN3BKPvE/s1600/SWM12c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qL0HsHZCr7WFrYyl26Iun4Db2yg1phJLqfRuuaBjr0UXMb-FU2rfnCWrxslIa-VBWvZtqvyvyqjAqbhwyM2kscPXPuIrUetTAT6dtySYJqtrjqrVDs_ogi7OpkJQOqCUQsQLN3BKPvE/s320/SWM12c.JPG" width="218" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Now we get a glimpse of him after a moist ride in the kayak relay race.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujdLvXsKNqhys7HJ0gb787gZE0rzFwhtYIEl8V-xaefv-NeRAcwxqn447yV47Q9qpmznYvFsnTfgSZ5LlbvUTMroAUTSxUXoX8yrxKk5EZkeOuhShEKJk-xp16LJ7m-AsvZb243MNES4/s1600/SWM12d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujdLvXsKNqhys7HJ0gb787gZE0rzFwhtYIEl8V-xaefv-NeRAcwxqn447yV47Q9qpmznYvFsnTfgSZ5LlbvUTMroAUTSxUXoX8yrxKk5EZkeOuhShEKJk-xp16LJ7m-AsvZb243MNES4/s320/SWM12d.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">About to dive into the water for the swimming relay, his li'l trunks are becoming quite the eye (and mouth?) openers. Ha!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE_C2IcZ7NMOw8YyJBaz2dKY__bb8j-BX0mnMQoeULcb1aXx8fdzlNuKhKF70mFZYt9ieaNHL0Cm4bM8o_ZkNoMDwXTAg3HN-mDGPT5nmIDSOQGLkLgqALzDDIfRiQxBNjSmL7NwWEeeE/s1600/SWM12b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE_C2IcZ7NMOw8YyJBaz2dKY__bb8j-BX0mnMQoeULcb1aXx8fdzlNuKhKF70mFZYt9ieaNHL0Cm4bM8o_ZkNoMDwXTAg3HN-mDGPT5nmIDSOQGLkLgqALzDDIfRiQxBNjSmL7NwWEeeE/s320/SWM12b.JPG" width="191" /></a></div><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I always try to save the best for last and so here I give you young Andrew Stevens alongside the incredibly gorgeous <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/01/hungry-how-about-little-sam-wich.html" target="_blank">Sam J. Jones</a>, his <i>Code Red</i> costar. And these two together ought to get anyone's alarms blaring! I hope you had a wonderful weekend and enjoyed this Labor Day special.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjASNjxvPjXtiA4T2voiFmoUqgHhRJOijN1UmflGZdBuFcn-y6wox-nMqRvuUFGLU5IVlAcLvObY-PHvW3iy3xdIr_nO0mb-c2zMOQkkHIUMXKHzl7Sl0hhrWVfrw6WIMtL3xy9seBuX7Q/s1600/SWM12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjASNjxvPjXtiA4T2voiFmoUqgHhRJOijN1UmflGZdBuFcn-y6wox-nMqRvuUFGLU5IVlAcLvObY-PHvW3iy3xdIr_nO0mb-c2zMOQkkHIUMXKHzl7Sl0hhrWVfrw6WIMtL3xy9seBuX7Q/s320/SWM12.jpg" width="215" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-17200577119466468742013-08-29T09:28:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:27:12.014-08:00Why Don't You Just "Beat" It?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpi2DYBS3bRNmihYDLzVNsZqyBK36amplnWdVa-ldyUlDbkbWzLNya4-TRwdxa5NwGQg7VBWAUf3ZrqN-FBHv02Z94wyaEQNIC5zUvJtQZlFiYdlvPQJI1dsf-81u4LlkO9kRM9ufNp6Q/s1600/BG00.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpi2DYBS3bRNmihYDLzVNsZqyBK36amplnWdVa-ldyUlDbkbWzLNya4-TRwdxa5NwGQg7VBWAUf3ZrqN-FBHv02Z94wyaEQNIC5zUvJtQZlFiYdlvPQJI1dsf-81u4LlkO9kRM9ufNp6Q/s320/BG00.JPG" width="164" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">We all know there are a lot of bad movies out there and a lot of weird movies out there. How would we recognize a truly great film if we weren't exposed to so many lousy ones? Of course, in The Underworld we often take a liking to the sub-par. Maybe we feel protective of the inferior (or perhaps just enjoy cackling at the ineptitude.) Today's featured movie is a real lulu... <b>The Beat Generation</b> (1959) collects an eclectic cast and throws in a wide variety of subject matter, resulting in a camp classic for the ages.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAAOcaBDf_p5oLF6hH9ucV9Vy8c_OxKvfRM_QGthqhxcqCmmE5ArU3Zv6tLAQQZrica9zOvJ5Thb-UNMsWvgCshfxk519EDMX5CpB3JUPnBpQ4G4z8WyQK7To0uj9JvN1MySaDc1zzZQI/s1600/BT13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAAOcaBDf_p5oLF6hH9ucV9Vy8c_OxKvfRM_QGthqhxcqCmmE5ArU3Zv6tLAQQZrica9zOvJ5Thb-UNMsWvgCshfxk519EDMX5CpB3JUPnBpQ4G4z8WyQK7To0uj9JvN1MySaDc1zzZQI/s320/BT13.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3hcNX0mM4cik7PdsowMYJPWymWJx54gTb7HveXKsHXKqzsMqrx5pNoRA4TrsKpI_j9rOKjapWmw8EA09fjAfsTmBjQmYBOpYMBnp5IkOB3S11DV2BR5aJqZsgztB2lGbYe-76RWlou1Q/s1600/BG00b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3hcNX0mM4cik7PdsowMYJPWymWJx54gTb7HveXKsHXKqzsMqrx5pNoRA4TrsKpI_j9rOKjapWmw8EA09fjAfsTmBjQmYBOpYMBnp5IkOB3S11DV2BR5aJqZsgztB2lGbYe-76RWlou1Q/s320/BG00b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The movie opens with Louis Armstrong singing the title song in his customary guttural style while the list of credits appears alongside (and occasionally on top of!) him. As the number draws to a close, we meet Ray Danton and a clingy gal pal of his, who are watching Armstrong perform in a smoky Beatnik nightclub called The Golden Scallion. While Danton quotes from a favorite book, the chick bemoans the fact that he refuses to so much as kiss her.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGDVnQWSujMiz2-lEY36tGyew8gxS6D15gqxUerD_6CtVs4pP24VqldnH_FdgX-lG5k9mM7UsKerTTl0D8G2NmZoic6L-ayTgepumNF_DPJSgYrZMwrAGY4ef-78coAj1-qXEhA0RxxNg/s1600/BG00c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGDVnQWSujMiz2-lEY36tGyew8gxS6D15gqxUerD_6CtVs4pP24VqldnH_FdgX-lG5k9mM7UsKerTTl0D8G2NmZoic6L-ayTgepumNF_DPJSgYrZMwrAGY4ef-78coAj1-qXEhA0RxxNg/s320/BG00c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Soon, Danton sees his own father enter the club along with his new bride, one in a long line of stepmothers Danton has been subjected to. This one is different because she used to be Danton's own girlfriend until she caught a whiff of his elderly dad's money. Danton rebuffs the new wife with this classic line, “I don't need a mother... I've already been BORN!”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XXIFCunGzRXmydfvOWCPLuzM5dvpXvKizOitwb8TUt1Mv94dgtJoixTvMrVxRWIAMn6BRo5Xmjl7St4AUaoGvNMhm2b66n5sonhU1prN9xoDphUPsANl2PstoGI_NbisimXhlssFjDA/s1600/BG00d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XXIFCunGzRXmydfvOWCPLuzM5dvpXvKizOitwb8TUt1Mv94dgtJoixTvMrVxRWIAMn6BRo5Xmjl7St4AUaoGvNMhm2b66n5sonhU1prN9xoDphUPsANl2PstoGI_NbisimXhlssFjDA/s320/BG00d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Soon after, we meet Maggie Hayes, a housewife who is engaging in the perfectly normal activity of madly, frenetically hoola-hooping in her living room while simultaneously reading a magazine! The doorbell rings and it's Danton, posing as a friend of her husband's (who he knows good and well is not at home – out of town, in fact.) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwKQFkQ9I6xqTuJhdFTH6ZK64ZzYjaLIKn90AHJPmCQRq8xCWmq6qXTkml0AFnHaj16nClKpfI-YCDFEbnmc3ghBrM81YHM7dcmt07hpbv5SH7rkN9BEHSMz2we1Scm3dar21aoKGjPLY/s1600/BG01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwKQFkQ9I6xqTuJhdFTH6ZK64ZzYjaLIKn90AHJPmCQRq8xCWmq6qXTkml0AFnHaj16nClKpfI-YCDFEbnmc3ghBrM81YHM7dcmt07hpbv5SH7rkN9BEHSMz2we1Scm3dar21aoKGjPLY/s320/BG01.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2c3oA2meEkpWDcPXt0n5GxJmqVwDLlPo96biUw-5vEkwu_e4lxdoY-fIKAwbFPuK47XR3boJR3qEcj1MZVeBrTbbYfjOB8YswRL-A7oh05c6IWP5YyKub_hkl_PkOF7RVOfHLSbNei4/s1600/BG01b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2c3oA2meEkpWDcPXt0n5GxJmqVwDLlPo96biUw-5vEkwu_e4lxdoY-fIKAwbFPuK47XR3boJR3qEcj1MZVeBrTbbYfjOB8YswRL-A7oh05c6IWP5YyKub_hkl_PkOF7RVOfHLSbNei4/s320/BG01b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He pretends to be there to pay back some money and enters to write a check. Then he fakes a headache and asks for some water in order to swallow some aspirin. When Hayes returns to the living room with the glass of water, Danton is waiting, now leather-gloved, to viciously attack her. The camera trails off as we hear Hayes' screams during the rape/beating Danton is committing.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUzTVqNnbIPnxwiCG9HupT1Cu8q14x9nEg-CF6hWo2KbNIOIM7RS0Y8pUau5DWR0U8ryGp7yYxV6_w7UlfsDqBdo4IBEzeayHG0N4iuEkab6_OGNS7MSXXKhbkpLPBMPahgumRxxaYLx8/s1600/BG01c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUzTVqNnbIPnxwiCG9HupT1Cu8q14x9nEg-CF6hWo2KbNIOIM7RS0Y8pUau5DWR0U8ryGp7yYxV6_w7UlfsDqBdo4IBEzeayHG0N4iuEkab6_OGNS7MSXXKhbkpLPBMPahgumRxxaYLx8/s320/BG01c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Danton is strolling home and is nearly run over while crossing the street. Driving the car is Steve Cochran, a police detective on his way home. Apologizing for the near accident, Cochran offers to drive Danton to the hospital or at least home, never knowing what this chance meeting will mean to his future happiness.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWWmziMrbjHBiILXYlPXEol8kIxCo_FnCT4XKJIpbsvEqGyzvC23pgKwBhOzqgRjnPEwiDNldHLwJh0qGfmSgIsukqXop1GVY3_WJ4ewymch60629UPQ5wGHTK2-YheYIPXtqCXdj6BA/s1600/BG01d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWWmziMrbjHBiILXYlPXEol8kIxCo_FnCT4XKJIpbsvEqGyzvC23pgKwBhOzqgRjnPEwiDNldHLwJh0qGfmSgIsukqXop1GVY3_WJ4ewymch60629UPQ5wGHTK2-YheYIPXtqCXdj6BA/s320/BG01d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As an in-joke, Danton looks on the seat of Cochran's car and sees from an envelope that he lives on Danton Street! He also gives Cochran the phony last name of “Hess,” based on a magazine ad he sees underneath the letter. Once dropped off, he makes some notes in his little black book of Cochran's name, occupation and address.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh4tiFOAgyXmsbB0eTYOjZTx9vVTqcYt6jJG7kLZPRTvmwgx558CI3-ZW-Ha5Hu8ne1ViRTmJrgEl69W-Dh5MPwBLdoJanPjLC-JxcgWe_AvOM-mvyQ0M_DMHQWbBFAcEdwetY-k9-EiA/s1600/BG02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh4tiFOAgyXmsbB0eTYOjZTx9vVTqcYt6jJG7kLZPRTvmwgx558CI3-ZW-Ha5Hu8ne1ViRTmJrgEl69W-Dh5MPwBLdoJanPjLC-JxcgWe_AvOM-mvyQ0M_DMHQWbBFAcEdwetY-k9-EiA/s320/BG02.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Cochran finally arrives home to his wife Fay Spain, who is garbed in the tightest pants imaginable and wears a shirt tied up to reveal her midriff. (This was moderately shocking at the time. TV execs had a fit because Mary Tyler Moore wanted to wear pants on <i>The Dick Van Dyke Show</i> two years later in 1961!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7arKaHu-VbUMWwynr0RhH-SoiYuyB_n2lg-Yo9ZT6F_53glzQximsdkQeRKr6-JjBShDtH5CMYsdo0tK2hbcCVmjOSUa3x3B0SH3aoYvyIFjAGOnF3e8fAB30cz7MQb13Z_41d8B46E4/s1600/BG02b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7arKaHu-VbUMWwynr0RhH-SoiYuyB_n2lg-Yo9ZT6F_53glzQximsdkQeRKr6-JjBShDtH5CMYsdo0tK2hbcCVmjOSUa3x3B0SH3aoYvyIFjAGOnF3e8fAB30cz7MQb13Z_41d8B46E4/s320/BG02b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>They share a passionate relationship, though Cochran is revealed to be possessive, skeptical and more than a little controlling. It turns out that this is his second wife. His first one was an unmitigated tramp, leaving him with a distrusting nature towards women in general.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiputOxgmyqQT7BY-kluIQpKCX5gcj4C7DXzUYOzCLh9wLomvXA8zRtee3EvepCwNHI5Xhyphenhyphen_pTzkvTKorB3PFmbLj1RmpgjFfXvoSiMoN4YADEtrXSbamUKmeYBA8moX_CVqiiXI_Q3Bko/s1600/BG02c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiputOxgmyqQT7BY-kluIQpKCX5gcj4C7DXzUYOzCLh9wLomvXA8zRtee3EvepCwNHI5Xhyphenhyphen_pTzkvTKorB3PFmbLj1RmpgjFfXvoSiMoN4YADEtrXSbamUKmeYBA8moX_CVqiiXI_Q3Bko/s320/BG02c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He is soon called to Hayes' home where she is badly bruised and scratched after the rape and assault from Danton. Cochran is not particularly sympathetic to her, though his partner and friend Jackie Coogan seems more so. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPlJHDxGuq04g41ECYcLTabN5WYc64v29Dp6yApYnZlNV44fK4d0ljv_e_GRw18rjaJAyti-4Kcn-Yl6Gdg5GXCD7wt9fpS5yRBkIDcaSya2SkvsvtNLd58HpYFIqPbke4poq72sJW6tc/s1600/BG02d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPlJHDxGuq04g41ECYcLTabN5WYc64v29Dp6yApYnZlNV44fK4d0ljv_e_GRw18rjaJAyti-4Kcn-Yl6Gdg5GXCD7wt9fpS5yRBkIDcaSya2SkvsvtNLd58HpYFIqPbke4poq72sJW6tc/s320/BG02d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Things take a decidedly sadistic turn when it is revealed that Danton has not only attacked Hayes, but has then gone to the trouble of setting the table for two, toasting some bread and then drinking some coffee and orange juice to make it look like he'd been invited there all along for “company.” </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjcxz3As5JHlrpRp-6y-pryZomWBskwM-0XRwj36IkJJYf1cEsmKmiTslBM7VC6rLI48BaXbxoMoUSygRadNbgrvfdht_tjgsNyZfkwuECi5O79z6RUJ8nd6LZpTyR69V5YLxFA2s67Ng/s1600/BG03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjcxz3As5JHlrpRp-6y-pryZomWBskwM-0XRwj36IkJJYf1cEsmKmiTslBM7VC6rLI48BaXbxoMoUSygRadNbgrvfdht_tjgsNyZfkwuECi5O79z6RUJ8nd6LZpTyR69V5YLxFA2s67Ng/s320/BG03.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Cochran and Coogan (along with their wives Spain and Irish McCalla) are next shown at the beach, enjoying the sunshine with Coogan's three young children. Cochran has fun playing games with them (and the viewer has fun looking at the still-fit Cochran in his skimpy bathing suit. Coogan thankfully wears his shirt throughout the scene.) Spain reveals to McCalla that she and Cochran are trying to have a baby together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGaXOP3WmDEul4h5JEOVBFR5wYopA7IMFWsWOwxzDepk-yphd-twBySi5ggYuqXeJX2B0OdMFu2Gxgw8IQxHv4KADPW1Uz4vchP6YfUDfukplk-2JdpOJlOVH7aSBvC-VjU_c9ZPjiyBE/s1600/BG03b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGaXOP3WmDEul4h5JEOVBFR5wYopA7IMFWsWOwxzDepk-yphd-twBySi5ggYuqXeJX2B0OdMFu2Gxgw8IQxHv4KADPW1Uz4vchP6YfUDfukplk-2JdpOJlOVH7aSBvC-VjU_c9ZPjiyBE/s320/BG03b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUGh3T3sitRztiGfW8KbGd3TcuVQx0KxUas846l9KPny4WZzFGUNdI3pGjpliJenYmoYXVNiA5V0QsbUZxNsOeVfasJs6XX7fy5ANfxNyyVzrll85qBBg13WDB45pcLOyrHhPcDx7zbY0/s1600/BG03d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUGh3T3sitRztiGfW8KbGd3TcuVQx0KxUas846l9KPny4WZzFGUNdI3pGjpliJenYmoYXVNiA5V0QsbUZxNsOeVfasJs6XX7fy5ANfxNyyVzrll85qBBg13WDB45pcLOyrHhPcDx7zbY0/s320/BG03d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In a hilarious moment, Cochran receives a phone call that a man matching the description of the assailant is down at Muscle Beach, so Cochran and Coogan decide to depart their families and check him out. Cochran doesn't dress at all, remaining in his swimsuit, and merely asks Coogan for a comb so that he can groom his hair prior to hopping on a tram and heading to the other beach!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFGLEVjYovNgbd5heuX3rZ7aQvJtR5A00X3hDCT8tqoSZNOa7PDBxumuziJnsTts_i4ZlitrSh3nu_YeiaQ16bYv75_Va6Z6-PV_S_TNXqA3uM1Fe1KX_bVmusBQUGOMDr3iu6-teOkI/s1600/BG03c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFGLEVjYovNgbd5heuX3rZ7aQvJtR5A00X3hDCT8tqoSZNOa7PDBxumuziJnsTts_i4ZlitrSh3nu_YeiaQ16bYv75_Va6Z6-PV_S_TNXqA3uM1Fe1KX_bVmusBQUGOMDr3iu6-teOkI/s200/BG03c.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Upon arrival, the suspect James Mitchum is atop a pyramid of bodybuilders. Mitchum is tall and very lean and not very muscular, but has a smart mouth and refuses to come down and talk to the cops. He asks Cochran where he keeps his badge and Cochran responds by toppling the pyramid, causing Mitchum to fall several feet into the sand.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHmvUm33HZ6w3WlHrr_SMOLpbEuFld2mRbOJco5Gv4c_ZEGcsUG_haxepY8mSBXm-TwB2vQF6PeA6cZDVxQD7AZVLElJIXeE_0_VzzToaFazae83fqy56tZgstULdnwjfIc28AA-Y5gJE/s1600/BG04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHmvUm33HZ6w3WlHrr_SMOLpbEuFld2mRbOJco5Gv4c_ZEGcsUG_haxepY8mSBXm-TwB2vQF6PeA6cZDVxQD7AZVLElJIXeE_0_VzzToaFazae83fqy56tZgstULdnwjfIc28AA-Y5gJE/s320/BG04.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Hayes is asked to identify Mitchum (who really looks very little like Danton!) and she struggles mightily over whether he's the man who came into her house and attacked her. While she continues to waffle over whether this pale, tall, young man is the same as the tan, three inches shorter, ten years older Danton, Danton happens to call Cochran at the station and says he wants to give himself up!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7-FGzL3cfhV3c96gkgOmZQSKJlMzRV1oeE48lY4_n-BpXPi3sKr6IbV4U0gomXZdTeA9_dZO2Ms94y8nGsUuxhLZMm36RFoU_8jWNPnRcwMDLj3BhqlKKXERbtMFAMapOYvwe-XhWUY/s1600/BG05e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7-FGzL3cfhV3c96gkgOmZQSKJlMzRV1oeE48lY4_n-BpXPi3sKr6IbV4U0gomXZdTeA9_dZO2Ms94y8nGsUuxhLZMm36RFoU_8jWNPnRcwMDLj3BhqlKKXERbtMFAMapOYvwe-XhWUY/s320/BG05e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Cochran and Coogan head to the Golden Scallion and listen to more of Louis Armstrong's music amid clouds of smoke and bits of wretched “poetry.” A beefy, rather greasy-looking, shirtless man sits motionless and basically expressionless throughout and two men play chess in the background.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeghZrvmYafJt3OOihO4XP089irmBQjG18tEZKJi2rNQafv0YBZeuqM_prD6FVBE_pwi5xWnWTWzAIrzFcOnGrhFrUqR0ll-6MKkdI44j2L3z6j6tRRly8DwaBhE98xUiOg69JZiZPegY/s1600/BG04c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeghZrvmYafJt3OOihO4XP089irmBQjG18tEZKJi2rNQafv0YBZeuqM_prD6FVBE_pwi5xWnWTWzAIrzFcOnGrhFrUqR0ll-6MKkdI44j2L3z6j6tRRly8DwaBhE98xUiOg69JZiZPegY/s320/BG04c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Meanwhile, as the policemen are waiting to meet the no-show assailant, Danton has headed to Cochran's house to “pay him back” the money he owes and proceeds to feign a headache! As Spain goes to the kitchen to retrieve some water, Danton slips his gloves on again and grabs her from behind as she comes back in, just as he did Hayes and (off-screen) several other married women.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR83nE7SAr8ACHSWcvhS1QNTrhg6eVe6__F4qrHmNKlzvv-vRPBWJ79Iq_nsZwh9SwS2ZZpfm9Re8WpnzXlGUZN5z9bt0zupvD9LPuhhOPtnNBRg87wq_GgyefMFlzP-C5ADZ96sa6rQo/s1600/BG04d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR83nE7SAr8ACHSWcvhS1QNTrhg6eVe6__F4qrHmNKlzvv-vRPBWJ79Iq_nsZwh9SwS2ZZpfm9Re8WpnzXlGUZN5z9bt0zupvD9LPuhhOPtnNBRg87wq_GgyefMFlzP-C5ADZ96sa6rQo/s320/BG04d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL6m6IzUsqjan99Bcjz5tfXf4ZOW_qAZIUxs3sDBEZYjhPlfLWHxBPcNUq1Ft45rRptyGjpJ_w7LUexFjM_0qIXUFgDNZ5H94LA1_ZElpW0xCOw0SZwHEI9gkBrDki7emUaN5JUqBpBno/s1600/BG04b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL6m6IzUsqjan99Bcjz5tfXf4ZOW_qAZIUxs3sDBEZYjhPlfLWHxBPcNUq1Ft45rRptyGjpJ_w7LUexFjM_0qIXUFgDNZ5H94LA1_ZElpW0xCOw0SZwHEI9gkBrDki7emUaN5JUqBpBno/s320/BG04b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">It should be noted that Danton sports full, tousled, gorgeous hair when at the nightclub, but when he heads to his victim's homes, he is all slickered down and shiny and projects a creepy, beaming grin in order to disarm any skeptical ladies. Cochran comes home to a savagely assaulted wife and, in the usual sick tradition, a coffee table with TWO partially-finished drinks, planting a faint (and preposterous) seed of doubt in his mind.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2YXL51FwNyZFfUaaX4eC6A1AqpEEqC1p3PDZZfnAe3RQ9D6iV2H-FFy3eKCUuYlsj0PcA1YBfSEyETwzSdYhyTNyD5FmqplweijWgAqk9i8MXvZ9bc0kyPyAZl09mUZVs8-E5G-Ctb8/s1600/BG05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2YXL51FwNyZFfUaaX4eC6A1AqpEEqC1p3PDZZfnAe3RQ9D6iV2H-FFy3eKCUuYlsj0PcA1YBfSEyETwzSdYhyTNyD5FmqplweijWgAqk9i8MXvZ9bc0kyPyAZl09mUZVs8-E5G-Ctb8/s320/BG05.JPG" width="267" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The “headache”-laden rapist (Danton) is referred to as “The Aspirin Kid” and a police sketch is made of his face. The police department decides that he will make his next move at a secluded, wooded lovers' nook and (in one of the movie's looniest segments!) implements “Operation Sweetheart.”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“Operation Sweetheart” involves two sets of police detectives posing as lovers in parked cars! Young Guy Stockwell and his partner Sid Melton flip a coin to see who winds up in female drag while Cochran and Coogan do the same. Naturally, in both cases, the least feminine partner is the one ending up in a wig and a dress.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0rUm3uYtiQJMmDM9jlVhRwi1qFSIAOg6NSN0YqxED7gfvZLVQB00XXs-8NSU0vzY-Np9fQQ5Vg48msJXkzb1harvPvb94Rm12zEtW_lZNpkoGoyWjdvsoiGTMKh5L9j5NBgikmEflA68/s1600/BG05b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0rUm3uYtiQJMmDM9jlVhRwi1qFSIAOg6NSN0YqxED7gfvZLVQB00XXs-8NSU0vzY-Np9fQQ5Vg48msJXkzb1harvPvb94Rm12zEtW_lZNpkoGoyWjdvsoiGTMKh5L9j5NBgikmEflA68/s320/BG05b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ3wPfHUm2IwuWiX1r40JOp2c49a1N7ceHlZFqO5htITSXG7utcc3ILNxWNTSwPhWv8-kLRp7LdjhkoM_M9hy-KLvY6vPOjc2PImW6P1PntVhCICSfKJVY4iOL1-TIrEz6qjAU0RJe9_k/s1600/BG05c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ3wPfHUm2IwuWiX1r40JOp2c49a1N7ceHlZFqO5htITSXG7utcc3ILNxWNTSwPhWv8-kLRp7LdjhkoM_M9hy-KLvY6vPOjc2PImW6P1PntVhCICSfKJVY4iOL1-TIrEz6qjAU0RJe9_k/s320/BG05c.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">These cops nestle in to one another as they lie in wait for the suspect to make his move. Cochran even asks Coogan to embrace him even more closely as they snuggle cheek-to-cheek in the front seat of their car in order to survey the scene!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A man does draw a gun on a (real!) parked couple, causing the policemen to spring into action, skirts, wigs and all, with the suspect ultimately being gunned down. Needless to say, the dead man is not the one they had been looking for.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPAqddIXSZ-HBZ9BReVqNgsnlSqrDVoO9uVSYvL6GQC-kC29oie0Vrdq41wNUtzs6_kLfcdxLQFn_lnZtpZR_Xi-QtGXgOkdtS1LZKfUHe6w6vevFxD9_E0BIGwfEIjDnvaBu7Op7JmDM/s1600/BG05d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPAqddIXSZ-HBZ9BReVqNgsnlSqrDVoO9uVSYvL6GQC-kC29oie0Vrdq41wNUtzs6_kLfcdxLQFn_lnZtpZR_Xi-QtGXgOkdtS1LZKfUHe6w6vevFxD9_E0BIGwfEIjDnvaBu7Op7JmDM/s320/BG05d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9a7k5Hm5X9hZSL9eaA-Q7MsPFObueHe9Ie5DGzgbWTUVvjZUri8TQxNBmYGHCwNf82PRnxfTRhrclD1c-w_iKmbZu9QkIXfYOqFOHT_KFNrHC3nVmZ4y-cfjn1gG8j9YkP70VjfH4zdk/s1600/BG06b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9a7k5Hm5X9hZSL9eaA-Q7MsPFObueHe9Ie5DGzgbWTUVvjZUri8TQxNBmYGHCwNf82PRnxfTRhrclD1c-w_iKmbZu9QkIXfYOqFOHT_KFNrHC3nVmZ4y-cfjn1gG8j9YkP70VjfH4zdk/s320/BG06b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">We then see Danton skin-diving in the ocean before emerging onto the beach where he lives in the side room of the club he frequents. Waiting for him in the apartment, in a cardigan that is open almost to the navel, is Mitchum.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-0C2uhHCUvHTGkNEc6KxFMqISBDdE4CpBtFECoTNpvBBKeEskEsMmlgkKykXgYi_H2zKGxkA75EybJtPm-67n3hpisM0BWqWI3zA2pgTlYDo9fPFYda_u178N7Rh4BpIfNTzWOTvVDA/s1600/BG06c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-0C2uhHCUvHTGkNEc6KxFMqISBDdE4CpBtFECoTNpvBBKeEskEsMmlgkKykXgYi_H2zKGxkA75EybJtPm-67n3hpisM0BWqWI3zA2pgTlYDo9fPFYda_u178N7Rh4BpIfNTzWOTvVDA/s320/BG06c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAKtpDbRO3I3YmT98SISd_U-0mGz4qc9z-Su3ngw7INPUGuzVCgjd_87DHkke0FTAs6nk-mtWCzRKa87Eec7N7mUhcPqOt-dbRRvzpmTYQjPV0mVr0c7GisrEjYyVM_0P0YJ6wHxPLyck/s1600/BG07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAKtpDbRO3I3YmT98SISd_U-0mGz4qc9z-Su3ngw7INPUGuzVCgjd_87DHkke0FTAs6nk-mtWCzRKa87Eec7N7mUhcPqOt-dbRRvzpmTYQjPV0mVr0c7GisrEjYyVM_0P0YJ6wHxPLyck/s320/BG07.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Slimy Danton is revealed to have deliberately cleared Mitchum of the crime against Hayes in order to blackmail him into helping him further. Knowing that Mitchum was involved with an underage girl, one he took out of state once, he coerces him into going out to actually commit one of the rapes in order to muddy the waters and allow him an alibi for the night of one of the crimes. During their discussion, Danton sharpens a phallic spear gun and occasionally jabs Mitchum with the tip of it.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zW6IOllHMvw6yLN_61ESA7EeNAsU8jiX9QCESMPegYI2TqArMtmdjSSErLNfw0F4UgEnOFVnYvWD3xA9NmuzyMWAPo-mWsVYE2TDowZOE42vpc-Vl6QMBDxB-PIGWAYbL0Ub5iFtdTU/s1600/BG07b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zW6IOllHMvw6yLN_61ESA7EeNAsU8jiX9QCESMPegYI2TqArMtmdjSSErLNfw0F4UgEnOFVnYvWD3xA9NmuzyMWAPo-mWsVYE2TDowZOE42vpc-Vl6QMBDxB-PIGWAYbL0Ub5iFtdTU/s320/BG07b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Mitchum gets dressed up and heads off to the next intended victim's house. This is when, at long last, Mamie Van Doren makes her first appearance in the movie (about 45 minutes in! You can almost feel the angst that horny teenagers must gone through in trudging through the first half of this film for a glimpse of the sex pot.) She's a saucy, bored tart who, unbeknownst to Mitchum and Danton, is actually divorced from her husband. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQB-wqYlyHYTVZEbMKrreycwQ0zhmf7JqZXL6CiJN3QVzgoIRJMHLhUOfpafkmh1TaglBl8ovpIpSqS7xFQ6pjpRnswifvBb8I2QRXRW8e30RM5YLPuKtKk563eu98hN9FCPwNjBWZrQY/s1600/BG07c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQB-wqYlyHYTVZEbMKrreycwQ0zhmf7JqZXL6CiJN3QVzgoIRJMHLhUOfpafkmh1TaglBl8ovpIpSqS7xFQ6pjpRnswifvBb8I2QRXRW8e30RM5YLPuKtKk563eu98hN9FCPwNjBWZrQY/s320/BG07c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Mitchum tries to instigate his planned mode of conduct, but since hot-to-trot Van Doren hasn't had a man around lately, he nearly gets raped himself as she settles in for some seductive behavior of her own! Nevertheless, he prepares to attack her in the same manner as the other ladies, but just as he's donned the gloves and positioned himself behind a convenient screen, her ex comes into the house, disrupting the act.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYrJgPiLPM3xfvCrfIbrcIUj2sWky4awOBd_ZWV-T3ZB3KCpG52sOFn6IIaTz3opQaA9iyVdFeLOreAU1Uyc3FmZRKnPTzgvNXM3mIQc_xQC2bp2z1r9CdGsJHly2_vR3WY7I_hwhcIWk/s1600/BG06.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYrJgPiLPM3xfvCrfIbrcIUj2sWky4awOBd_ZWV-T3ZB3KCpG52sOFn6IIaTz3opQaA9iyVdFeLOreAU1Uyc3FmZRKnPTzgvNXM3mIQc_xQC2bp2z1r9CdGsJHly2_vR3WY7I_hwhcIWk/s320/BG06.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Now things have taken a real turn for the worst in Cochran's life because it turns out that his wife Spain is pregnant! She has no real way of knowing who the father is and is completely distraught. He attempts to be understanding and comforting, but is unable to deny that the whole idea bothers him tremendously. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVFVWYTYfLIzgWEpdhWdjUqQIwz4D_oY59-8rdVXDbU2LGAzVqdpAP4MXQbDA_snTIwXYB1davyZOChO-Y80RKNHbYKykLfs3kleRciyESyZq01MFCnLAJBPc_-BlkYPAbdKXWAh1_khA/s1600/BG04e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVFVWYTYfLIzgWEpdhWdjUqQIwz4D_oY59-8rdVXDbU2LGAzVqdpAP4MXQbDA_snTIwXYB1davyZOChO-Y80RKNHbYKykLfs3kleRciyESyZq01MFCnLAJBPc_-BlkYPAbdKXWAh1_khA/s320/BG04e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Sensing this, Spain declares that she wants to have an abortion (this is 1959, folks!), but Cochran, being an officer of the law, resists that notion for legal reasons. So he's unhappy about the pregnancy, yet unwilling to allow Spain to terminate it, putting her in an impossible situation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSyWiQEc0R0rO8SXCspbOxlB35it11avdlUkbIcHbfz2J0LgEo_QqM8TbB9ekyHrdu2YqlSRyT5bXpKDgxKju8XRQKELMSzaZQobcBYMtBRLIpk2YTMBQ9UveTw8O7nzvZh_cJT-3SJQ/s1600/BG07d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSyWiQEc0R0rO8SXCspbOxlB35it11avdlUkbIcHbfz2J0LgEo_QqM8TbB9ekyHrdu2YqlSRyT5bXpKDgxKju8XRQKELMSzaZQobcBYMtBRLIpk2YTMBQ9UveTw8O7nzvZh_cJT-3SJQ/s320/BG07d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuiCTPuBbJepibvd05Ty9sbuUIh84muoFnjwbNIO-3ZwXf5aj1Va018lAgvPMQzscJNUkfRkqS0FiBwOTJnR3cehNSiLsmDPN6yZbh1PgiaxIXKqe0G47_s7lpltVi-f1DqVj4ZV3HvH8/s1600/BG08d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuiCTPuBbJepibvd05Ty9sbuUIh84muoFnjwbNIO-3ZwXf5aj1Va018lAgvPMQzscJNUkfRkqS0FiBwOTJnR3cehNSiLsmDPN6yZbh1PgiaxIXKqe0G47_s7lpltVi-f1DqVj4ZV3HvH8/s320/BG08d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Cochran's answer is to avoid Spain as much as humanly possible, staying at work late and, eventually, keeping time with Van Doren, who he suspects is somehow maintaining contact with the rapist (either Mitchum or Danton.) He stalks Van Doren for a while, but eventually they come to an understanding and begin to hang out together until the time comes when she might hear from the sicko.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9fcDhyCGjCD_GHEXYQ2R6NYDLjFGiwtQVZreZn617L4V_aDhfCmvV-jVnkuVq5qogz9S_J1-O0GTd-c1KPlGirW41XqgvLPWSGAP5AKcaVeLSer1YsarKLxkpXFpcTXF3-Hc9siYuFls/s1600/BG06e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9fcDhyCGjCD_GHEXYQ2R6NYDLjFGiwtQVZreZn617L4V_aDhfCmvV-jVnkuVq5qogz9S_J1-O0GTd-c1KPlGirW41XqgvLPWSGAP5AKcaVeLSer1YsarKLxkpXFpcTXF3-Hc9siYuFls/s320/BG06e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dm4xcFsLZe3rlBG9e98nZeWl-sTY3LYLGYUbJQzWqsJCGpTyqio2D5tMMOo8QR1MngAK5LS5OP7c4p0okT2075rcNKG64Ei4J3EyWp64UaDAXkWQX2ZyTBRNFsGeDsve6ASi6p_8pXQ/s1600/BG08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dm4xcFsLZe3rlBG9e98nZeWl-sTY3LYLGYUbJQzWqsJCGpTyqio2D5tMMOo8QR1MngAK5LS5OP7c4p0okT2075rcNKG64Ei4J3EyWp64UaDAXkWQX2ZyTBRNFsGeDsve6ASi6p_8pXQ/s320/BG08.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Van Doren is at all times shown in figure-hugging, curvaceous blouses, skirts and dresses that show off every inch of her impressive physique. Cochran, though it's true that he is trying to catch a rapist, doesn't come off particularly well as he's canoodling with Van Doren while his pregnant and distraught wife waits at home.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxT54_ANLLYDCL2BFD9r2y_hB61eeo35gaYHL-iEDeFLdMNeQGOEw1VmO07XHRj3HTwSiZajXEVSENrRdy2EIj4PU4rzt7zotcnBt-59ESKfOpjDnm_vNMMl6s5g5VPe0adwNij1Xoh6g/s1600/BG08b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxT54_ANLLYDCL2BFD9r2y_hB61eeo35gaYHL-iEDeFLdMNeQGOEw1VmO07XHRj3HTwSiZajXEVSENrRdy2EIj4PU4rzt7zotcnBt-59ESKfOpjDnm_vNMMl6s5g5VPe0adwNij1Xoh6g/s320/BG08b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">To that effect, Spain eventually decides to leave Cochran and she goes to speak to Coogan's wife McCalla, intending to end the pregnancy. Conveniently, Catholic McCalla has a priest (William Schallert) living directly across the street (!) who is conveniently trimming his shrubbery as they step outside! She introduces the man of cloth to her desolate friend and he proceeds to give her a rousing pro-life message!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUBg4ybFLcd3_7Gt8fJ8WcjXK6i7RX7R0QRQhcOC90SXnvcOHKAq38DYnQj_O9GxZs53qfa_JFjQxfLRScJpK-TiKtG-AQAD-kXq5xutOFCV-AvSqFDoVhSQ1wMcLAvMgpjQciz1wP7Y/s1600/BG08c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUBg4ybFLcd3_7Gt8fJ8WcjXK6i7RX7R0QRQhcOC90SXnvcOHKAq38DYnQj_O9GxZs53qfa_JFjQxfLRScJpK-TiKtG-AQAD-kXq5xutOFCV-AvSqFDoVhSQ1wMcLAvMgpjQciz1wP7Y/s320/BG08c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXc8iKqLFreYD2EyAvgVHU-qXTx354JPQACDQyTc71ZMkxyDkq17RV_je8_ethkp-l5vwH4XPQXmdsN7yzhkwKZ_bJosaJeNtolFvJ0N7Si-KVjCKmI9omg5vJiOPWMb_s3BdzVkaMvMk/s1600/BG09f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXc8iKqLFreYD2EyAvgVHU-qXTx354JPQACDQyTc71ZMkxyDkq17RV_je8_ethkp-l5vwH4XPQXmdsN7yzhkwKZ_bJosaJeNtolFvJ0N7Si-KVjCKmI9omg5vJiOPWMb_s3BdzVkaMvMk/s320/BG09f.JPG" width="230" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Now Spain is resolved to keep her baby, with or without Cochran's presence, and Cochran is still doggedly pursuing the rapist after, count 'em, nine months!! Finally, in a breathlessly ridiculous final sequence of events, Spain is about to go into labor while Cochran and Van Doren are kidnapped by Danton and Mitchum.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Danton gives each of his captives a good slap and is preparing to attack Van Doren, though Mitchum has by now begun to feel sympathy for the buxom blonde. Before he can do the deed, Danton is called upon to enter the busy club and perform a piece of bongo drum Beatnik poetry while his cohorts gather around languidly.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQdrenDi5NNE_zG5JQDpZ8lriBzFvCfUIgYo_YZaf4v8hCApohNxFn9Km3rQoM8HUb4rv0aUapU8DbFMCt0R3o4TekPzps3OAcCyN-y4tszjyg-P5oLGF3Mzcv34jbH_hEYCl6gZbXyXs/s1600/BG09c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQdrenDi5NNE_zG5JQDpZ8lriBzFvCfUIgYo_YZaf4v8hCApohNxFn9Km3rQoM8HUb4rv0aUapU8DbFMCt0R3o4TekPzps3OAcCyN-y4tszjyg-P5oLGF3Mzcv34jbH_hEYCl6gZbXyXs/s320/BG09c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">By the time he is free from this to come back to his hostages, Cochran has gotten free and gives Danton a taste of his own medicine, grabbing him from behind the way Danton has done various female victims. Danton manages to break free, though, and a huge melee breaks out at the club.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg8aabHZY3RCxhOgKtASptZQX73DmA70kHMHPjOfFFxn2b0DLH0wUlXswqUxgoif19EGR-BqB5SDYHHJvcjfodw0qy_uFvqwmq7H6-d46jmmZaQyn03hz5QMEqRv1HTgqVwEou65NKxOY/s1600/BG08e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg8aabHZY3RCxhOgKtASptZQX73DmA70kHMHPjOfFFxn2b0DLH0wUlXswqUxgoif19EGR-BqB5SDYHHJvcjfodw0qy_uFvqwmq7H6-d46jmmZaQyn03hz5QMEqRv1HTgqVwEou65NKxOY/s200/BG08e.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The Beat Generation is filled with loony personalities at the Beatnik club, but things really go oddball here as Cochran is waylaid by an older man bent on wrestling him! The man (played by Max “Slapsie Maxie” Rosenblum, a former boxer) hurls Cochran to the floor and tries to crush and yank on him endlessly.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibcsCUPtHjWB0QdQBn3x3JBo523Y8TE16Hac6pMWrZzG6xuC5CfFcTZ28JxtKwNFIhs3SvXpGSwdVR2vAfDon9Knq3ekY9RflkvqwcPEqhoHQfMT-XpNhkuqnabsJqPQKrBpx23IDNgjU/s1600/BG09d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibcsCUPtHjWB0QdQBn3x3JBo523Y8TE16Hac6pMWrZzG6xuC5CfFcTZ28JxtKwNFIhs3SvXpGSwdVR2vAfDon9Knq3ekY9RflkvqwcPEqhoHQfMT-XpNhkuqnabsJqPQKrBpx23IDNgjU/s320/BG09d.JPG" width="250" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Finally, in one of many unintentionally (?) homoerotic moments in this movie, Cochran bends Rosemblum over, clinging onto him and grappling his hand from between his legs, and shoves him into a door.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCfMmpRtsPeK9u8nPkqOIixePb-t28g3rf1bmOXq_k2pkWbI-N5bqnojRFr40_QVSCjmbliBF5cs0LIc8ADMg1xBJBQEPGNOaKmxVhYPel2MPDQ6weOCbeVhnVCOjl3I3K-VtSRfyotxo/s1600/BG10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCfMmpRtsPeK9u8nPkqOIixePb-t28g3rf1bmOXq_k2pkWbI-N5bqnojRFr40_QVSCjmbliBF5cs0LIc8ADMg1xBJBQEPGNOaKmxVhYPel2MPDQ6weOCbeVhnVCOjl3I3K-VtSRfyotxo/s320/BG10.JPG" width="281" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Danton hastily doffs his shirt and puts on his scuba mask and tank, trying to make an escape, but Cochran puts a mask on (just a mask, no oxygen!) and follows him into the ocean, resulting in an underwater scuffle. By the end of the movie, several of the various issues and plot points presented are neatly (sometimes a tad too neatly!) tied up. (Note, also, how the movie was retitled "This Rebel Age" when its initial moniker apparently didn't go over all that well with potential audiences. The new title was crudely pasted over the top of an existing lobby card, shown below!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzivM4yBioYwT-nIM0l6WMS0YDpYiBbfryeHo-rWT8NIBbWUWsNeQfPdn5Gp2OXnUNeZHeQtfM3HPawcXMLtdtBirk3nzPGu_i2dEqApo65Trd8nSrFPJgB4Yv6kpKhVygIqcY7UuP7E/s1600/BG08f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzivM4yBioYwT-nIM0l6WMS0YDpYiBbfryeHo-rWT8NIBbWUWsNeQfPdn5Gp2OXnUNeZHeQtfM3HPawcXMLtdtBirk3nzPGu_i2dEqApo65Trd8nSrFPJgB4Yv6kpKhVygIqcY7UuP7E/s320/BG08f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32hKqCQmIX-oQ0kcsyDPK7t3gakG4U9Nl4_PBw6l_utDENBL3f1JUFiVCgHtAqHc4D2txf8oQLsuKKpZGUINAtXOW-xQKtHCS7WOH-vSp7WxWZusn2Hnm4qX_qH6iWkRmAaR4MCwFToE/s1600/BG07e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32hKqCQmIX-oQ0kcsyDPK7t3gakG4U9Nl4_PBw6l_utDENBL3f1JUFiVCgHtAqHc4D2txf8oQLsuKKpZGUINAtXOW-xQKtHCS7WOH-vSp7WxWZusn2Hnm4qX_qH6iWkRmAaR4MCwFToE/s320/BG07e.JPG" width="283" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>The Beat Generation</b> is campy, hooty and often tacky, but is handsomely filmed in luminous black and white Cinemascope and contains a few decent performances. It is considered by many to be one of the last, if not the last, examples of film noir thanks to its tough outlook, snappy dialogue and shady characters. Produced as it was by Alfred Zugsmith (the man behind such late-1950s/early-'60s “classics” as <b>High School Confidential!</b>, <b>Platinum High School</b> and <b>Sex Kittens Go to College</b>), it really was never in any danger of being prestigious, however.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT8cRnTTsoeCUWV-GoMj8XRbPj_LV2x4H5kZN3-3CnxPWmxnsrn9lw0ibGmhR52LbA2_xHA3EmFDmBR2brOCj9_q0hh6w5dAwqRg67uRhQsSn-R6sgWR12iGyU3rJFkJ60VvKP49ca0d8/s1600/BG09g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT8cRnTTsoeCUWV-GoMj8XRbPj_LV2x4H5kZN3-3CnxPWmxnsrn9lw0ibGmhR52LbA2_xHA3EmFDmBR2brOCj9_q0hh6w5dAwqRg67uRhQsSn-R6sgWR12iGyU3rJFkJ60VvKP49ca0d8/s320/BG09g.JPG" width="250" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwarFDHQ9ignXOZzLyDcz_wBwHs9cyxcgqJ3x-pXRhUYc7JQByWuiNMG59Gfur0JnhjQT99nTUgnHrNnCZxfXn65ptii7v9cmR_zht1l058h_ZoU6BZPjzOnWWzxdQZk-9PLlaL9QmhA/s1600/BG06d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwarFDHQ9ignXOZzLyDcz_wBwHs9cyxcgqJ3x-pXRhUYc7JQByWuiNMG59Gfur0JnhjQT99nTUgnHrNnCZxfXn65ptii7v9cmR_zht1l058h_ZoU6BZPjzOnWWzxdQZk-9PLlaL9QmhA/s320/BG06d.JPG" width="305" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">For an exploitation flick featuring buxom Van Doren, there is plenty of beefcake and oddball homoerotica to be found throughout. Aside from the nuzzling, cross-dressing policemen, there are the swim trunk-clad musclemen and the strangely cozy relationship between the frequently shirtless Mitchum and Danton. Van Doren even refers to Danton as Mitchum's boyfriend at one point!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFlAft8s02s58Qm-vJYnaqFqFHiNSBpLL4ztFRkjp2BfmveiqsKSSIyEaYd7Pn1Dp974uwpMt8pnQoxJNdh5VZNxY07Y4NKMj4KD_35qjbDz_DXBJZod1FQV7bbvtR4Y1I_VFOGnk5To/s1600/BG11e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFlAft8s02s58Qm-vJYnaqFqFHiNSBpLL4ztFRkjp2BfmveiqsKSSIyEaYd7Pn1Dp974uwpMt8pnQoxJNdh5VZNxY07Y4NKMj4KD_35qjbDz_DXBJZod1FQV7bbvtR4Y1I_VFOGnk5To/s320/BG11e.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Cochran had been playing various hard-boiled, but handsome, types since the mid-1940s. A supporting role in 1946's prestigious <b>The Best Years of Our Lives</b> helped pave the way to third-billing in Joan Crawford's <b>The Damned Don't Cry</b>(1950) and eventual leading roles (such as in <b>Tomorrow is Another Day</b>in 1951.) Married three times (with one eventually estranged daughter), he was a major-league womanizer. (The pic shown here purportedly belongs to this movie, but neither his jeans, nor his dog, appear in it!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgctH0OjfiRyOZd804H13Amd4MnRfDSn8TVIDZX02wTRZp6x7mRU3uUN-ILPCVUWoMnKM3uCYdx9n69PDd3NKXkbAIfrtLGRum0l0uY-cRrzaKTeCLJBxgamGPZPPtzsHVFtdkgDzINgGM/s1600/BG10a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgctH0OjfiRyOZd804H13Amd4MnRfDSn8TVIDZX02wTRZp6x7mRU3uUN-ILPCVUWoMnKM3uCYdx9n69PDd3NKXkbAIfrtLGRum0l0uY-cRrzaKTeCLJBxgamGPZPPtzsHVFtdkgDzINgGM/s320/BG10a.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As his career trajectory slid more towards TV and low-budget projects, he was attempting a new direction (with a Warner Brothers production deal) when tragedy hit. In June of 1965, he was sailing a yacht (which had three girls - one of them underage - on board for entertainment purposes!) when he died of a lung infection. The hapless ladies, unable to navigate the boat, drifted for ten days with his corpse on-board until finally returning to shore. He was forty-eight.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYA9KhOIE3yloZAXCl0oMoQZZPmwKmcTxNsHKr6m9J10duvOa9pBGkquYeeLVXqcclc2y7lZL6G2GXqXNgG8n7sNJ7zwfWpJrczNtxvFsV2u2PuTEfSn0zlQoJ4lW0OLURDDKu0pVkgvA/s1600/BT10b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYA9KhOIE3yloZAXCl0oMoQZZPmwKmcTxNsHKr6m9J10duvOa9pBGkquYeeLVXqcclc2y7lZL6G2GXqXNgG8n7sNJ7zwfWpJrczNtxvFsV2u2PuTEfSn0zlQoJ4lW0OLURDDKu0pVkgvA/s320/BT10b.JPG" width="255" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibFcilHFeoKJr3Ke2RD0mps1_TxCnmbexjBMhgUBpeqmQLJVLO7B-fRPcKJdiMwsddI1TMv2-iW2zhOxBhTqs6mA_HJ0ZrPWW35k6blK_0U87h1Ag6-cALVk2EbMchH1FhqeQBeh119GE/s1600/BG11g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibFcilHFeoKJr3Ke2RD0mps1_TxCnmbexjBMhgUBpeqmQLJVLO7B-fRPcKJdiMwsddI1TMv2-iW2zhOxBhTqs6mA_HJ0ZrPWW35k6blK_0U87h1Ag6-cALVk2EbMchH1FhqeQBeh119GE/s200/BG11g.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Van Doren began her career as a teenage beauty queen who was spotted by Howard Hughes and given film opportunities as a result (something the millionaire did with countless starlets.) She did win a contract with Universal but wound up in mostly sub-par films. Her film career proper was over by the late-'60s, forcing her to develop a Las Vegas nightclub act.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzgc53UAleJNLWCWdhE7Fnr3opGBWeL1wS_G_juVBNmLXzm97ZkhQWnLlLPWNBufuWJTnkxE07OjhRavxOUzoU7EX8DtEDP23nql1OL41hvQsao-IukRvBl0zX-y37HWm-mX2MN3Cl2JQ/s1600/BT10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzgc53UAleJNLWCWdhE7Fnr3opGBWeL1wS_G_juVBNmLXzm97ZkhQWnLlLPWNBufuWJTnkxE07OjhRavxOUzoU7EX8DtEDP23nql1OL41hvQsao-IukRvBl0zX-y37HWm-mX2MN3Cl2JQ/s320/BT10.JPG" width="251" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyYMAR71_stI39JNl3moWWVbXnfFFo1qLUtgCKYIJwuDH4LZv3YWCVIwt4vFFKSGACuTqGaYOV81RfDA2_F2ia4dHWlKXLHVfJdxzoAk-v7zJpT1y68omu3UcXlOeh7rgmX6WiZUXUoBY/s1600/BG09h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyYMAR71_stI39JNl3moWWVbXnfFFo1qLUtgCKYIJwuDH4LZv3YWCVIwt4vFFKSGACuTqGaYOV81RfDA2_F2ia4dHWlKXLHVfJdxzoAk-v7zJpT1y68omu3UcXlOeh7rgmX6WiZUXUoBY/s320/BG09h.JPG" width="264" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2m8xT4heMvv_QlWaZ70hLD6iDOTd12CqqQBf9Hb70R427MAUo4v-wm17Ntrk4ydA5wyU3k3SyZyP7R8QOARKg8Wv0fxMZcTHc5bftQf9gizN9uwtfCx6jM102ZJPql70Ne0_VgfqSas0/s1600/BG09b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2m8xT4heMvv_QlWaZ70hLD6iDOTd12CqqQBf9Hb70R427MAUo4v-wm17Ntrk4ydA5wyU3k3SyZyP7R8QOARKg8Wv0fxMZcTHc5bftQf9gizN9uwtfCx6jM102ZJPql70Ne0_VgfqSas0/s200/BG09b.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In 1987, the fives-times married star penned a scorching autobiography “Playing the Field,” detailing her varied career and sexual exploits over the years. Her husband at the time of <b>Generation</b> was trumpet player Ray Anthony and he played her character's ex-husband in the movie! What's more, the couple (who had a son together) were already estranged and would be divorced for real by 1961, helped along no doubt by her sizzling affair with costar Cochran (who also worked with her in 1959's <b>The Big Operator</b>.) The colorful (to say the least) actress is now eighty-two, but still lets it all hang out on her official website. Anthony, by the way, never remarried and is still alive today at ninety-one!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_dtnbKa6pmBgQfVBhE-UdFK3m2pqkUt7QidJ3fcG4xwGu2ty4_Y-Z2831Kp8dRsTqXh74N1HSLgELu8AOnl_AZiiwXYLBVDtmiMZyrFPnUkh4Ze8kpW253d3Cc2eLEGeJS47Eh1CXaP8/s1600/BG10e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_dtnbKa6pmBgQfVBhE-UdFK3m2pqkUt7QidJ3fcG4xwGu2ty4_Y-Z2831Kp8dRsTqXh74N1HSLgELu8AOnl_AZiiwXYLBVDtmiMZyrFPnUkh4Ze8kpW253d3Cc2eLEGeJS47Eh1CXaP8/s320/BG10e.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There is already a tribute <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/02/adams-family.html" target="_blank">here</a> in The Underworld to Danton (shared with his wife of twenty-three years Julie Adams) for those interested in learning more about this dark-haired hunk. He'd won a Golden Globe in 1956 as Most Promising Newcomer (shared with Russ Tamblyn.) Having turned to directing in the 1970s when his acting career slowed down, he died in 1992 at only age sixty-one of kidney failure.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTaGKKZB6AvauuSR2zGEHDFw3632BoHRf_cD47rsiD8MADwcXcQxbAOnaMCSmgku26xaVrdkFqHHqUb9jqH9LuTN1iTHygLobbuFl2_UKe4bSyJJ9lrCNimJ8QaC3oL0PcB1jkXyqjsxA/s1600/BG10c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTaGKKZB6AvauuSR2zGEHDFw3632BoHRf_cD47rsiD8MADwcXcQxbAOnaMCSmgku26xaVrdkFqHHqUb9jqH9LuTN1iTHygLobbuFl2_UKe4bSyJJ9lrCNimJ8QaC3oL0PcB1jkXyqjsxA/s320/BG10c.JPG" width="311" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Like her on-screen husband Cochran, Spain would also be deceased prior to turning fifty. Having begun her TV career in the mid-'50s, she segued into films with names such as <b>Dragstrip Girl</b>, <b>The Abductors</b>, and <b>Teenage Doll</b> (all 1957!) Despite being relegated mostly to low-budget features and plenty of episodic television, Spain really could act and is often very effective in <b>Generation</b>. Her continued association with producer Zugsmith ended rather ugly with a nearly $13 million lawsuit against her and ten others for allegedly libeling him during the filming of one of his “epics” <b>The Great Space Adventure</b> (1963.) Her career having ended in the mid-'70s, she died of cancer in 1983 at age forty-nine.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjVGsN2-P5bjgfTZhZx9sOi8v5CbGLTl8aZk_RsZYgVNxiZpMLcTRmItmplWimTNlv0KmBxU0M9UoFFCnFOXxj9c40Vr5tBQCsbqbUy49gQdKvN61BSO6wlGOx3tHSGlQRUV3FnlCpg4U/s1600/BT10c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjVGsN2-P5bjgfTZhZx9sOi8v5CbGLTl8aZk_RsZYgVNxiZpMLcTRmItmplWimTNlv0KmBxU0M9UoFFCnFOXxj9c40Vr5tBQCsbqbUy49gQdKvN61BSO6wlGOx3tHSGlQRUV3FnlCpg4U/s320/BT10c.JPG" width="242" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGFGCPG6HRe6HCA65tvvKVAaj-Hg6etzeGI82UPvQVYlojSyfFNXucFgbmGYEqkiQEmwxHQjUkXvc3U-E2XWIUFaBYB8GPQ6PiGC416cj81JUiYaABevkhqXPDoDVHh_75VfM85YUkITU/s1600/BG10f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGFGCPG6HRe6HCA65tvvKVAaj-Hg6etzeGI82UPvQVYlojSyfFNXucFgbmGYEqkiQEmwxHQjUkXvc3U-E2XWIUFaBYB8GPQ6PiGC416cj81JUiYaABevkhqXPDoDVHh_75VfM85YUkITU/s320/BG10f.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Coogan had been treading the boards as a performer since he was four years old. Selected by none other than Charlie Chaplin (whose eldest son had a walk-on role in <b>Generation</b>), he began to appear in silents, most notably<b> The Kid</b>(1921.) Exceedingly popular, he earned $4 million during his childhood career, most of which was pilfered from him by a dishonest mother and stepfather, leading to far more fair and stringent regulations of child star income in the state of California. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9xmmTaP-ghtSzQs2ze6jKgOTihd7ujm7T_nb4htigf2O2kme582ERh2IvbodyqT_YnIufXofWVPNmGpNqzoznkViELXomu0PXWsU11KxAmumKkYbEUZQ8avg5GARSbb2Ec8geAz_m4VY/s1600/BG10d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9xmmTaP-ghtSzQs2ze6jKgOTihd7ujm7T_nb4htigf2O2kme582ERh2IvbodyqT_YnIufXofWVPNmGpNqzoznkViELXomu0PXWsU11KxAmumKkYbEUZQ8avg5GARSbb2Ec8geAz_m4VY/s320/BG10d.JPG" width="271" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoyRHuq3Wul0pynqoeA86WqYoKe_Yr-xMwk_U-5mZhQxByqGBVwi7rq_8k4um-56WCDMiBlO9Q0DRejif4eBBWS83cWwK2QoFhxhoT_ajPtliGDx3y4XYBFSi-cVauzwXvJJUpMMMwFBY/s1600/BG12a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoyRHuq3Wul0pynqoeA86WqYoKe_Yr-xMwk_U-5mZhQxByqGBVwi7rq_8k4um-56WCDMiBlO9Q0DRejif4eBBWS83cWwK2QoFhxhoT_ajPtliGDx3y4XYBFSi-cVauzwXvJJUpMMMwFBY/s320/BG12a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Having served in WWII, he was unable to maintain a career upon his return, though in time he began to win character parts in movies and, later, television. In 1964, he was cast as Uncle Fester in <i>The Addams Family</i> and was forever after instantly recognizable to countless children of multiple generations. He continued to work right up until the year of his death, 1984, when a heart attack claimed him at age sixty-nine.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfcrSKTEsrLH8jT_JxfwuNvm2MDd4q2FLTeijENpESrR_Tv931dNidVBsTqzzi4v5uvewUIYC3-aqkM4VoVjNmOWKtxoV2_xK_XPpFW6Rlno7ADqK5a4Obx_iNP3zIzgFtfYiKqTDiCso/s1600/BG12g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfcrSKTEsrLH8jT_JxfwuNvm2MDd4q2FLTeijENpESrR_Tv931dNidVBsTqzzi4v5uvewUIYC3-aqkM4VoVjNmOWKtxoV2_xK_XPpFW6Rlno7ADqK5a4Obx_iNP3zIzgFtfYiKqTDiCso/s320/BG12g.JPG" width="243" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Mitchum, the look-alike son of famed actor Robert Mitchum, had appeared in one film as a child in 1949, but was now – at eighteen - looking to make a career out of acting. His performance here is woefully amateurish and awkward, but he did proceed to work steadily in the business for a couple of decades, gaining confidence and ease along the way. At left he's shown, hairier and more filled-out, in <b>Ride the Wild Surf</b> (1964.) His acting career over by the early-'90s, he is seventy-two today.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-H1-JSiQaS_YvqeysWZFdABaco4PAdnscC6xXmOtZA9AZNFDBAcpqrLBqdbD2mPYJFuNUqFdreawlLce9OMMCE-jP5d1SZqp5OoM-4hNzD3Fn0KDnwZvKuDE4k7x7r9vXczV_PGk5Kc/s1600/BT12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-H1-JSiQaS_YvqeysWZFdABaco4PAdnscC6xXmOtZA9AZNFDBAcpqrLBqdbD2mPYJFuNUqFdreawlLce9OMMCE-jP5d1SZqp5OoM-4hNzD3Fn0KDnwZvKuDE4k7x7r9vXczV_PGk5Kc/s320/BT12.JPG" width="251" /></a></div>Hayes had been working in films since the early-'40s in small roles, eventually graduating to more featured parts, though television is where she thrived. She worked on many episodes of <i>Robert Montgomery Presents</i>, several <i>Perry Mason</i>installments and was in one of the most memorable <i>Cheyenne</i> episodes ever, “The Trap” in which she enslaved a shirtless Clint Walker to work her mine! She died of cancer in 1977 at age sixty.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiW1K7h2LdZl1D2M2BbzJXHhsKSMyF05GauQsrtTl0jBnluUaqBz7CYyglEH5Im3ecBsnRR1H0nGcpTM8smMrUBJV-rTtM1Jgqe1llbYMssc1JssFaPl0N-d1II7-qiPxoWAUYeIHcAC4/s1600/BT01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiW1K7h2LdZl1D2M2BbzJXHhsKSMyF05GauQsrtTl0jBnluUaqBz7CYyglEH5Im3ecBsnRR1H0nGcpTM8smMrUBJV-rTtM1Jgqe1llbYMssc1JssFaPl0N-d1II7-qiPxoWAUYeIHcAC4/s320/BT01.jpg" width="248" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggVOP2WUa4XZbuC7e4alnCu7ylqaRsy23F6fqg2pzQdGKtxBfQ7wS-sjPyYYjsy2v1m9pGISY3cVU3QYvBQDPGgB2l9-FgtNm3iyOOzoESX7L5OiK9c-3gNuvc-wbU2Ynv_-TIJLauc5s/s1600/BG10b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggVOP2WUa4XZbuC7e4alnCu7ylqaRsy23F6fqg2pzQdGKtxBfQ7wS-sjPyYYjsy2v1m9pGISY3cVU3QYvBQDPGgB2l9-FgtNm3iyOOzoESX7L5OiK9c-3gNuvc-wbU2Ynv_-TIJLauc5s/s320/BG10b.JPG" width="214" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Statuesque McCalla (bewigged in this film as a brunette) was initially offered the role of Cochran's wife, but turned it down in favor of the smaller role of Coogan's wife because she didn't want to endure the violent rape scene. As it turned out, the more graphic elements of the attack were trimmed out of the movie, though some still photos (like the one seen below) reveal more than the final cut does. (The towering McCalla might have taken Danton in a scuffle anyway!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBeFA6CHuWd7GsB_3OUKkT_AtWKHToIMYhAFe32c-3xBtBpM4__AH7Wh9dNxFRe66e285VmzrD36p4RSidkLHbzhZuyP1rWpp8ZkQsSgUfQm0AH21mMg2B0cwnztwbQaGw3cM5X56D9M/s1600/BG09e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBeFA6CHuWd7GsB_3OUKkT_AtWKHToIMYhAFe32c-3xBtBpM4__AH7Wh9dNxFRe66e285VmzrD36p4RSidkLHbzhZuyP1rWpp8ZkQsSgUfQm0AH21mMg2B0cwnztwbQaGw3cM5X56D9M/s320/BG09e.JPG" width="190" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-c6O6ZwRov_RmN9ltVDrxkB_yyQ50RJ4DnAHD-N3f8OKZI2csVKbJPDMRw7OpZ_9dvVkPqyTjusr3v_59xqA8U83_VXLsa7Yyz5-KQfcb2mi0s9EmqwYIV0BzL2AK0pHh98SeWPtbeSc/s1600/BG12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-c6O6ZwRov_RmN9ltVDrxkB_yyQ50RJ4DnAHD-N3f8OKZI2csVKbJPDMRw7OpZ_9dvVkPqyTjusr3v_59xqA8U83_VXLsa7Yyz5-KQfcb2mi0s9EmqwYIV0BzL2AK0pHh98SeWPtbeSc/s320/BG12.JPG" width="277" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0vEVneOPdsi0bnfSu5tSAvjTVs9ybzkFaAnR50pjWRV_NyidhuwuwmH9lQGgGNpw56RxxlAvClQRGSi9WcElcr1Rne3POmlmeHRJdPVUoTg5vMT0tiQiWpC9nEqwHb0J7nP065vqxL_w/s1600/BG12e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0vEVneOPdsi0bnfSu5tSAvjTVs9ybzkFaAnR50pjWRV_NyidhuwuwmH9lQGgGNpw56RxxlAvClQRGSi9WcElcr1Rne3POmlmeHRJdPVUoTg5vMT0tiQiWpC9nEqwHb0J7nP065vqxL_w/s320/BG12e.JPG" width="242" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">McCalla had a very brief career, but set many hearts aflutter as <i>Sheena: Queen of the Jungle</i> (1955-1956, seen here on set with Gordon Scott, a movie Tarzan.) By 1963, she had exited the acting biz to take up art, emerging as a successful painter of seascapes, western subjects and Native American depictions. Sadly, she was twice stricken with brain tumors in 1969 and 1981 before a third bout killed her in 2002 at the age of seventy-two.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtOqkzjB6aMR-ULomcVSjmtWFQ2c06B8hqGC4tB7aVYpTOR_3MafT9FkAyK_AMJfOYJ34acgvEYu_fcThNTomJpfgjNU9i2FgdQi6b4bJlQuuXcYQl0INQcJg8s6Hm8Hi67VmWYBJojSM/s1600/BG13b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtOqkzjB6aMR-ULomcVSjmtWFQ2c06B8hqGC4tB7aVYpTOR_3MafT9FkAyK_AMJfOYJ34acgvEYu_fcThNTomJpfgjNU9i2FgdQi6b4bJlQuuXcYQl0INQcJg8s6Hm8Hi67VmWYBJojSM/s200/BG13b.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Legendary musician Armstrong had been making appearances as himself (as he does here – but why is he regularly performing in a Beatnik dive like this?!) or as other variations of himself since the 1930s. His most famous appearance of that type is probably<b> Hello, Dolly!</b> (1969), which was also his last. He died of a heart attack in 1971 at the age of sixty-nine.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfqz_BMANr_JcPTCEzTGDShiAmgB6qR4ExMQJBtu-whROuRryNxtzM1J6UwfOQX4ftFHG-anTzvYd920ikwczPQI975RvGGZmK0bMVhDQkT2IYqidb1nr9ngUZXLsYmBJAmFwK6dtVrI/s1600/BG13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfqz_BMANr_JcPTCEzTGDShiAmgB6qR4ExMQJBtu-whROuRryNxtzM1J6UwfOQX4ftFHG-anTzvYd920ikwczPQI975RvGGZmK0bMVhDQkT2IYqidb1nr9ngUZXLsYmBJAmFwK6dtVrI/s320/BG13.jpg" width="243" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>The Beat Generation</b> has several musical numbers performed in it, which only adds to the unusualness of the movie. Cathy Crosby, who is the daughter of bandleader Bob Crosby (Bing's brother) does a song while garbed in a fancy, elegant gown and evening gloves, hardly the sort of clothing that non-materialistic Beatniks would be embracing! Now seventy-three, she is still with us, though long retired.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirEnDumJEKOeVdkuVw9i4nUtV3Ry9_yiB1CU9d5-tE5aKyyt03VS0WOxSsx3O-jVuTOidxSkHSvW0CFp51TgPOQHK8e_ODYz0qk7WWVq5SqYdLBceQtfyh-pIKSgicuQuJtNlShYTV9l8/s1600/BG12d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirEnDumJEKOeVdkuVw9i4nUtV3Ry9_yiB1CU9d5-tE5aKyyt03VS0WOxSsx3O-jVuTOidxSkHSvW0CFp51TgPOQHK8e_ODYz0qk7WWVq5SqYdLBceQtfyh-pIKSgicuQuJtNlShYTV9l8/s320/BG12d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqW_kVo-EXZ_Yzjd_CFsxDdC9v_EKoQtuXN5YmLrkv0Y2q_Gm3gLQZwcR-Vu8EEBZBhyphenhyphen3WIVIy_OzGf6H12lh8Mif3Z5BqDEpmQ3WEl1WYD5Xby-hYG6fvbhsERQI-pHtfOVwdcrA3fWs/s1600/BG13e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqW_kVo-EXZ_Yzjd_CFsxDdC9v_EKoQtuXN5YmLrkv0Y2q_Gm3gLQZwcR-Vu8EEBZBhyphenhyphen3WIVIy_OzGf6H12lh8Mif3Z5BqDEpmQ3WEl1WYD5Xby-hYG6fvbhsERQI-pHtfOVwdcrA3fWs/s320/BG13e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Another song comes courtesy of once-famous accordionist Dick Contino, who opts for a ukulele in this film. Contino appeared 48 times on<i> The Ed Sullivan Show</i>! He gained a measure of newfound fame, too, when the guys at <i>Mystery Science Theatre 3000</i> featured a campy movie of his, <b>Daddy-O</b> (1958), on their program. He is eighty-three years old today and resides in Las Vegas.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxHtjFAKv51En9XANn5AYg_dMeiS4nZWPk-nqI_bVWBmXUxk7PGvZoHHJLMP7oN8mrLIzKOMeR9ywqnSSVRu-iChon4yJyvlFI932HLx-WYFTzhG0jVCpaKZ6UUyx4osb6hrlnKQK3dzI/s1600/BG11d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxHtjFAKv51En9XANn5AYg_dMeiS4nZWPk-nqI_bVWBmXUxk7PGvZoHHJLMP7oN8mrLIzKOMeR9ywqnSSVRu-iChon4yJyvlFI932HLx-WYFTzhG0jVCpaKZ6UUyx4osb6hrlnKQK3dzI/s320/BG11d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Other faces dotting the film include the guy shown here. Appearing only in a bit as a chatty lover boy on a pay phone, this is none other than Charles Chaplin Jr! He worked on a couple of Alfred Zugsmith productions, the last being 1960's <b>Sex Kittens Go to College</b>. That same year he wrote a book about his famous father and namesake. He was killed by a blood clot of the lung in 1968 at only age forty-two.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix2ODgQU9Vq3_phNhbjvGroYRM0oDGj9sSRQo7xjGdSl4yBQg59160EvNKFjqkXOSuiJYJpng5KZ_frnmRbbr83z5LK0clhJUfRB0EuZ6WplF-FinYsjl3llTfkYpIisktB3236Ejg1hU/s1600/BG11a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix2ODgQU9Vq3_phNhbjvGroYRM0oDGj9sSRQo7xjGdSl4yBQg59160EvNKFjqkXOSuiJYJpng5KZ_frnmRbbr83z5LK0clhJUfRB0EuZ6WplF-FinYsjl3llTfkYpIisktB3236Ejg1hU/s320/BG11a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Stockwell, playing one of the undercover policeman, was just beginning to carve out an adult career after having worked as a child star (as did his more famous brother Dean Stockwell.) He's seen here (with Gardner McKay and Susan Oliver) in the series <i>Adventures in Paradise</i>, which he joined in 1961 for one season. He would go on to a fairly busy career in films and television (and has been given some attention <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-you-guys.html" target="_blank">here</a> in The Underworld as well) before dying of complications from diabetes in 2002 at age sixty-seven.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo6sHljJrjUOh7Jujwix2xPkKm9aTtd7-03nCQoPYxdpQ1Auo7Eh2CfJ9ariu1oyG3BAvhS9lshKmFx_RPfsuWOhEsUe-KFL-4oxwp_QG_iYgk18bIRxNVUScp9W7jF1ArDXoqQftAu98/s1600/BG12b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo6sHljJrjUOh7Jujwix2xPkKm9aTtd7-03nCQoPYxdpQ1Auo7Eh2CfJ9ariu1oyG3BAvhS9lshKmFx_RPfsuWOhEsUe-KFL-4oxwp_QG_iYgk18bIRxNVUScp9W7jF1ArDXoqQftAu98/s320/BG12b.JPG" width="258" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Most of us have seen the very, very busy Schallert in some movie or TV project or another. Active since the mid-1940s, he seems to have popped up in practically everything along the way. He may be best known as the father on <i>The Patty Duke Show</i> (1963-1966), though he first came to our attention as Pamela Sue Martin's dad on <i>The Nancy Drew Mysteries</i> (1977-1978.) Remarkably, Mr. Schallert is still with us today at age ninety-one and was working as recently as 2011! Good for him!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYUbKsZf63XxX4NIiC5K_KKCCbBL57JPKeUbGi2mE_Oki22oPg5fUofL63WyL4g0_TgS75YaA_t8k2Y0o6dUdJNaY6dECkiH-TKLWvA1yIgrkn9kFJNcg0z0LSJlBrT0kOzZ8E0Wn_aBU/s1600/BG11c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYUbKsZf63XxX4NIiC5K_KKCCbBL57JPKeUbGi2mE_Oki22oPg5fUofL63WyL4g0_TgS75YaA_t8k2Y0o6dUdJNaY6dECkiH-TKLWvA1yIgrkn9kFJNcg0z0LSJlBrT0kOzZ8E0Wn_aBU/s200/BG11c.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Surely one of the most camptastical participants in <b>The Beat Generation</b> is Maila Nurmi, who appears as a short-haired Beat poetess holding a white rat. Don't recognize the name? Perhaps Vampira (as she is actually billed in the credits here) is more familiar. The Finland-born actress was a sensation in the 1950s as hostess of a macabre California TV program that aired scary movies. She was then immortalized in the Ed Wood debacle <b>Plan 9 From Outer Space </b>(released in 1959, but mostly filmed before that.) She died in 2008 of natural causes at the age of eighty-five. (Perhaps Christine Baranski needs to film her life story as a TV-movie??)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8z1YttG1Icg1iRkKJkKH8348Tz3ssjvW4DW_fTFq3bhuKsYmOmyV3Am8kCW0DxBUmJ8RZ_Gsn8VSvi0hTO71ORQ5wrPDaYfhqqIFAAhdy9Pi5QzlT7eOi2JGXZaX7NiL0JnxxoLoM7SY/s1600/BG11b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8z1YttG1Icg1iRkKJkKH8348Tz3ssjvW4DW_fTFq3bhuKsYmOmyV3Am8kCW0DxBUmJ8RZ_Gsn8VSvi0hTO71ORQ5wrPDaYfhqqIFAAhdy9Pi5QzlT7eOi2JGXZaX7NiL0JnxxoLoM7SY/s320/BG11b.jpg" width="253" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTBT9koObkIlT1zY9g-6kfwonRqEsdszsyvWegbt7PN412ep2Gd9p6N9CSm7bgm973dWznjiVOxZ0JQr2dPeXd4GZJolfrJPEtJefKt9TwE1q9huvXBOaISARaG_oMZvrTVXSE6_qs0hg/s1600/BG13c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTBT9koObkIlT1zY9g-6kfwonRqEsdszsyvWegbt7PN412ep2Gd9p6N9CSm7bgm973dWznjiVOxZ0JQr2dPeXd4GZJolfrJPEtJefKt9TwE1q9huvXBOaISARaG_oMZvrTVXSE6_qs0hg/s320/BG13c.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>The Beat Generation</b> is tacky, mean and bizarre, but it does attempt to stretch beyond sheer exploitation by trying to tackle very touchy subjects such as rape, abortion, misogyny and sexism, not exactly terms bandied about constantly in the 1950s. And who could resist that crazy cast?! It's a lot of things, but rarely boring. So perhaps you will give it a look the next time it rolls your way. This exceedingly well-endowed chick visiting the set, by the way, is British model-actress Sabrina, who had been dating Cochran for several years (but who apparently still wasn't enough to fully satisfy the wanton, endlessly-horny actor!)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-54622261743551385662013-08-24T05:02:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:27:12.063-08:00An Underworld Anniversary<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip0w4RR6qqKu3jCaJ5B8qS_K8ZncmKPLJYW4jG_uQ1z6FhhBnxRMYtFLUieQetSl0pt_SxUhL8ZBvT0xbpLby8YlLyC0N8hxEvOOqZR8R-X7F2F2oyQXQIRwrpqpnIfegu5DkQ689mPQ0/s1600/Ann00.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip0w4RR6qqKu3jCaJ5B8qS_K8ZncmKPLJYW4jG_uQ1z6FhhBnxRMYtFLUieQetSl0pt_SxUhL8ZBvT0xbpLby8YlLyC0N8hxEvOOqZR8R-X7F2F2oyQXQIRwrpqpnIfegu5DkQ689mPQ0/s320/Ann00.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>It's been a celebratory time lately even though I am stretched to my absolute limit and find it hard to post as much as I would like. This past Monday was my own birthday, but today is the birthday of Poseidon's Underworld. Kicking off on August 24th, 2009, PU (how's that for some evocative initials?!) is four years old today. And this is the 384th post, so it won't be long until we're celebrating the 400th. Today's entry is less a post than an announcement of the occasion, but I've tried to include a few interesting photos along the way, at least.<br /><br />The Underworld began as a place for me to explore, exhibit and elaborate upon subjects near and dear to my heart. <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/08/sound-of-lps.html" target="_blank">The Sound of Music</a></b> (1965), the first movie I can recall seeing in a theater, and some of its stars, like <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-captain-my-captain.html" target="_blank">Christopher Plummer</a> and <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-earlier-post-i-mentioned-how-my.html" target="_blank">Eleanor Parker</a> have occasionally been lauded, though a full-on tribute to <b>Music</b> is yet to come.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinO2i5-0LpAS0SoRi54NID5cp65VmltL1erZkqBWKrUewxrS32TCpOe6KbWludMSDF-00r83DIIz63oVyJOqZZHkPC9mqtYMn5cb9o2qb7PikIVxgGnxx1t1zrQzwYCx7B36F-b40-aME/s1600/Ann01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinO2i5-0LpAS0SoRi54NID5cp65VmltL1erZkqBWKrUewxrS32TCpOe6KbWludMSDF-00r83DIIz63oVyJOqZZHkPC9mqtYMn5cb9o2qb7PikIVxgGnxx1t1zrQzwYCx7B36F-b40-aME/s320/Ann01.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Needless to say 1970s disaster movies were and still occasionally are a major point of focus. <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-dear-reader-if-youve-been-perusing.html" target="_blank">The Poseidon Adventure</a></b> (1972) changed my life forever, but so did other ones such as <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-arriving-at-gate-7-airport.html" target="_blank">Airport</a></b> (1970) and its sequels...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi73hlX3_KVgcmsl1wKRGPrbOjzDfWlNFd06Bd-39g0Lmr4MIQrmwabCGq-w5XQqaHdTOAzUnL2quP8ZUAEO_1cO1INIlTKScP-5gjnmF4LNdLfraJTBZ6qOfmFCx53l3hX_-IcRsiuV4I/s1600/Ann04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi73hlX3_KVgcmsl1wKRGPrbOjzDfWlNFd06Bd-39g0Lmr4MIQrmwabCGq-w5XQqaHdTOAzUnL2quP8ZUAEO_1cO1INIlTKScP-5gjnmF4LNdLfraJTBZ6qOfmFCx53l3hX_-IcRsiuV4I/s320/Ann04.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>...as well as<b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-get-ready-to-rrruuuummmbbblle.html" target="_blank"> Earthquake</a></b> (1974)...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHoD4GMgPwVa4ZBga1hEqlmgR_Cj8RtU2zpxg_oGpATunyO-9kMOsrWnA5DiewHlkLRGM5B63SMWvgFSn4g_EtxgeSo5Ner8HO2ud3L2WQyCIZXSCl4PuFt5NAktwSghbpurhclyoThvg/s1600/Ann04a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHoD4GMgPwVa4ZBga1hEqlmgR_Cj8RtU2zpxg_oGpATunyO-9kMOsrWnA5DiewHlkLRGM5B63SMWvgFSn4g_EtxgeSo5Ner8HO2ud3L2WQyCIZXSCl4PuFt5NAktwSghbpurhclyoThvg/s320/Ann04a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>and especially <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/05/burnin-love.html" target="_blank">The Towering Inferno</a></b> (1974), which gave me an incurable obsession with both <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/01/faye-day-faye-day.html" target="_blank">Faye Dunaway</a> and <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/08/gown-with-wind.html" target="_blank">chiffon</a>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbMGqMuBAJaGoMzPfz6q_73t90flgUGDnRGCDcrgLVZjCQ3y4q1TQ82bxLALQb2anN3FEDxHPFrIdlKek15iODr1ajGD9BdDrwErFqyWGGt1kzKQycjIpKcfdTeyXgtqow1yFsdgM-Ylc/s1600/Ann04b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbMGqMuBAJaGoMzPfz6q_73t90flgUGDnRGCDcrgLVZjCQ3y4q1TQ82bxLALQb2anN3FEDxHPFrIdlKek15iODr1ajGD9BdDrwErFqyWGGt1kzKQycjIpKcfdTeyXgtqow1yFsdgM-Ylc/s320/Ann04b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>It also, along with other movies such as the 1970s<a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/06/evil-murder-on-crackd-nile.html" target="_blank"> Agatha Christie mysteries</a> like<b> Murder on the Orient Express</b> (1974) and <b>Death on the Nile</b> (1978), led to a deep love of all-star casts.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjzaUFvcIDoupR8opaAKSzqcW9H8P0vSNUbzIytFfyhCif92UeES-zoujVIrg8-VIMvADntny0yz_yrqST6HNGMrlOF7nCAeT8gp0xjUuoGzD7ROK8__WRukl7YDvzZxEK_gTz6EKReQ/s1600/Ann04c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjzaUFvcIDoupR8opaAKSzqcW9H8P0vSNUbzIytFfyhCif92UeES-zoujVIrg8-VIMvADntny0yz_yrqST6HNGMrlOF7nCAeT8gp0xjUuoGzD7ROK8__WRukl7YDvzZxEK_gTz6EKReQ/s320/Ann04c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Faye Dunaway was the first actress whose name I knew and who I'd seen in more than one film. She was and is my favorite post-1970 actress.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUPMtXc5VxcBsxhdKX__uISeepjp2NJj4XMxjM9ozYsupkwhDUv79ur2fvoJWvPxcZfb-tt4Bbp7g6T4gSi4gQ-bF7sUxIAvsruhbbaHZSfnTzIH6Nb2mtD89cIGXApPYI_4LV2JJKP50/s1600/Ann02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUPMtXc5VxcBsxhdKX__uISeepjp2NJj4XMxjM9ozYsupkwhDUv79ur2fvoJWvPxcZfb-tt4Bbp7g6T4gSi4gQ-bF7sUxIAvsruhbbaHZSfnTzIH6Nb2mtD89cIGXApPYI_4LV2JJKP50/s320/Ann02.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>My favorite pre-1970 actress, and a frequent subject in The Underworld, is <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-saw-what-joan-did.html" target="_blank">Joan Crawford</a>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQZEvahrhpeYl76gQsqAzWnvze1J4pjyuVSaSnZe8bTp5TeOczQ0CzRQWBnQA5Yaz76iyaQtMeuDY_S5jYFA00mn5W2BnZjF0Xx9etIZkIOVu2jUUW6gujSY6aRVdtMA6Nvdy6MN2S1A/s1600/Ann02b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQZEvahrhpeYl76gQsqAzWnvze1J4pjyuVSaSnZe8bTp5TeOczQ0CzRQWBnQA5Yaz76iyaQtMeuDY_S5jYFA00mn5W2BnZjF0Xx9etIZkIOVu2jUUW6gujSY6aRVdtMA6Nvdy6MN2S1A/s320/Ann02b.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Imagine the effect of having Dunaway portraying Crawford in<b> <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/04/hatchet-job.html" target="_blank">Mommie Dearest</a></b> (1981), one of the most fascinatingly lunatic pieces of celluloid ever to hit cinema screens. (I presume this is Dunaway's makeup artist in this publicity photo?? If so, Lee Harman worked with her a dozen times, though often with a roller coaster-like relationship.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLk8zQJiP4plUp3mhyphenhyphenaoFo-eqPZWSrODWoQ3VpPypudOx3XIOmLtZ_02j2zrJyCFOJGppOEmErEamJkt-X_Mp5Rmqdy_cqmIqw2i019U7ufzrP5ocCT3HkayuP5wbmkY8EYu0m_qU-RXk/s1600/Ann03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLk8zQJiP4plUp3mhyphenhyphenaoFo-eqPZWSrODWoQ3VpPypudOx3XIOmLtZ_02j2zrJyCFOJGppOEmErEamJkt-X_Mp5Rmqdy_cqmIqw2i019U7ufzrP5ocCT3HkayuP5wbmkY8EYu0m_qU-RXk/s320/Ann03.jpg" width="281" /></a></div>Of course men have never gotten short shrift in The Underworld either. My big three favorites have been featured time and again. Hugh O'Brian, the lean, hirsute hunk whose work in<b> <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/04/lana-has-many-costumes.html" target="_blank">Love Has Many Faces</a></b> (1965) alone ensured him a place in my heart forever.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25wruJu-RTjFoZPQUMMygBoRUvyOxzfRmZUAZp1kpNDScgSERPD0sghkhdVQfpuEbKa9ahdLb8o2AL50Ud3nfR7WJdE3m7D_-eTH545pBCMkk3_1Tmeijl_82dgzLb8TftMIRR6CCb70/s1600/Ann05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25wruJu-RTjFoZPQUMMygBoRUvyOxzfRmZUAZp1kpNDScgSERPD0sghkhdVQfpuEbKa9ahdLb8o2AL50Ud3nfR7WJdE3m7D_-eTH545pBCMkk3_1Tmeijl_82dgzLb8TftMIRR6CCb70/s320/Ann05.jpg" width="233" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg43y0Ph_S-CkpQHxuQECritl1E2-wuBca3hp2KZmtEH_eCgobGP2e0JUNlpvXHavyswyhbs20bY2blvqL2Esr_3mnNZmS6bxW3SgVdHjW6wMDuY8sNfbZgC2GHGkpYzirXC6cqPBerRRg/s1600/Ann05b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg43y0Ph_S-CkpQHxuQECritl1E2-wuBca3hp2KZmtEH_eCgobGP2e0JUNlpvXHavyswyhbs20bY2blvqL2Esr_3mnNZmS6bxW3SgVdHjW6wMDuY8sNfbZgC2GHGkpYzirXC6cqPBerRRg/s320/Ann05b.jpg" width="259" /></a></div>Then there's cutie Van Williams, who made a clean-cut, handsome hero on <i>The Green Hornet</i> (1966 - 1967), but also had a delectable body, which was sometimes seen to good effect on<i> Surfside 6</i> (1960 - 1962.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk7SUL9zVJsAGY-tOx6xuDYwRQmkxWNzgM8t9L1CJZgA3WOG7mBA4zQiZtCpbLaUshj8H2434cChq8-nnX_eVS9cGpFUQsRgdjuD1AVs_2p-KTtqWJR5cw9Vh1fmJXBn6dSxKIMIg8HKY/s1600/Ann07b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk7SUL9zVJsAGY-tOx6xuDYwRQmkxWNzgM8t9L1CJZgA3WOG7mBA4zQiZtCpbLaUshj8H2434cChq8-nnX_eVS9cGpFUQsRgdjuD1AVs_2p-KTtqWJR5cw9Vh1fmJXBn6dSxKIMIg8HKY/s320/Ann07b.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAlh4H_09edtR3pbwAE7zHXUpm7hgmbVsL0PfyWWZdcamYPlqaDCblTmvBMt_PxdNYwO34LSHNEHrs2vhjvJs3C5JfUhETpnzVgm0whn5WbAOyf1Gy653ybcDbjqrFhU5YzXCGNYWiebY/s1600/Ann07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAlh4H_09edtR3pbwAE7zHXUpm7hgmbVsL0PfyWWZdcamYPlqaDCblTmvBMt_PxdNYwO34LSHNEHrs2vhjvJs3C5JfUhETpnzVgm0whn5WbAOyf1Gy653ybcDbjqrFhU5YzXCGNYWiebY/s320/Ann07.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>My own "perfect" man, though, is Clint Walker - aka God - whose towering, burly physique, baby blue eyes and warm, resonant voice combined to make me a fan for life. I have never seen a still photo that truly does him justice. He has to be seen in motion to be fully appreciated as far as I'm concerned.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAGscBGTFuqhCFjgCM8ECj69NWnYh37lHUXi5HuKOL4kgl6C_ZVPsMFDwJTymADgRvtku587BDj0wDafyTsoumS5ZCABfo8WN7Y5ZKI1228yTaMF6iD8D7bkK9i48Jo1HTqzKdwb5gFo/s1600/Ann06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAGscBGTFuqhCFjgCM8ECj69NWnYh37lHUXi5HuKOL4kgl6C_ZVPsMFDwJTymADgRvtku587BDj0wDafyTsoumS5ZCABfo8WN7Y5ZKI1228yTaMF6iD8D7bkK9i48Jo1HTqzKdwb5gFo/s320/Ann06.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJtnUzIwnQZ4_ZJesD32VaZu8VuTfFQgOl9i-AMkiJ5YUZglUisNKHMpsluJ0WSk1ACTGgCAPi6VzgIi6nR5ID1F32PfGS6LGqs55se_v08q2cGojA1btr9ZgLYFAmr_tYGB8Eaoi915g/s1600/Ann06b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJtnUzIwnQZ4_ZJesD32VaZu8VuTfFQgOl9i-AMkiJ5YUZglUisNKHMpsluJ0WSk1ACTGgCAPi6VzgIi6nR5ID1F32PfGS6LGqs55se_v08q2cGojA1btr9ZgLYFAmr_tYGB8Eaoi915g/s320/Ann06b.jpg" width="263" /></a></div>Other gents have been profiled here, many of them huge favorites of mine as well like <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-about-nice-little-sip-of-rc.html" target="_blank">Robert Conrad</a>, <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/11/hanging-chad.html" target="_blank">Chad Everett,</a> <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/06/sheet-of-reynolds-rap.html" target="_blank">William Reynolds</a>, <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/12/bringing-in-reeves.html" target="_blank">Steve Reeves</a> and many others. <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/12/majoring-in-lee.html" target="_blank">Lee Majors</a> was a massive childhood crush of mine and was one of the stars of<a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-family.html" target="_blank"><i> The Big Valley</i> </a>(1965 - 1969), a series that is a top five favorite of mine.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxv6OlJet9Rm8TRCAtdr9RCyFUM1Rm2KqpCzs57cRTYagl3lBmgYwVzK3ab3cc87s9svutQlMoTtx-QyVWtA1Hlpbria2ZKnVL71-_VJnqgTZ7z5kdHihDRBwPbE2_W9q65NXkdgG8xjg/s1600/Ann09b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxv6OlJet9Rm8TRCAtdr9RCyFUM1Rm2KqpCzs57cRTYagl3lBmgYwVzK3ab3cc87s9svutQlMoTtx-QyVWtA1Hlpbria2ZKnVL71-_VJnqgTZ7z5kdHihDRBwPbE2_W9q65NXkdgG8xjg/s320/Ann09b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><i><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/10/champagne-wishes-and-caviar-schemes.html" target="_blank">Dynasty</a></i> (1981 - 1989) was another show that I was nuts over and which was profiled here.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahyphenhyphenZ36IoZdETlWNcYNM8TjnYWXvXDpIJ91SiCaIeglEu0_X85Lmwny41WN2dfqsQ8x5-VsGOcKNZXu5SQyBhTR6Qr9r8jmZfUlfuuK0t93anZVhbJ3nkOk5-T54vHOTEa3NnBfAOuOl8/s1600/Ann09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahyphenhyphenZ36IoZdETlWNcYNM8TjnYWXvXDpIJ91SiCaIeglEu0_X85Lmwny41WN2dfqsQ8x5-VsGOcKNZXu5SQyBhTR6Qr9r8jmZfUlfuuK0t93anZVhbJ3nkOk5-T54vHOTEa3NnBfAOuOl8/s320/Ann09.jpg" width="256" /></a></div>And while I haven't ever done a tribute to <i>The Golden Girls</i> (1985 - 1992), the three comic genius stars <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-april-of-2009-world-lost-one-of-its.html" target="_blank">Bea Arthur</a>, <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/03/white-supremacy.html" target="_blank">Betty White</a> and <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/12/youll-rue-today.html" target="_blank">Rue McClanahan</a> have all gotten tributes to their lives and careers.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSYAcfpGu-jCLdOcPf0MIffiDb_asMA9jHlW0opZo1Ch515Y47pVSTqUaxuAUugjOM9TeNM44bvup0yOj0hs3uYxZKV73dA_ZqhD6DqKpzqPstci6NB0-R93GzhDP7sLxSaXNwgzVJIKA/s1600/Ann09c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSYAcfpGu-jCLdOcPf0MIffiDb_asMA9jHlW0opZo1Ch515Y47pVSTqUaxuAUugjOM9TeNM44bvup0yOj0hs3uYxZKV73dA_ZqhD6DqKpzqPstci6NB0-R93GzhDP7sLxSaXNwgzVJIKA/s320/Ann09c.jpg" width="254" /></a></div>Almost accidentally, The Underworld became a source for male stars in skimpy swimwear or tight-fitting pants that showed off their wares. After seeing how popular a few posts along those lines became, I started to periodically come up with more. ("Come for the bulges, stay for the fun!" -- ?) This shot below is NOT an outline of Clint Walker's penis, just a wrinkle, but how staggering (on a couple of levels) if it were!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR07cJ0aXwH6M-nQWnvAAfsfjFJ3KX0iNg4TmF7us7px58Yky5TsiqleP_wVCzNlwapb8D9ECE1hcEu_JuiwWdDl87X4RCScK8E3rw7A3qEO6oTqz24-XVyX_Zs5QPea1h-eB2kA4isUM/s1600/Ann08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR07cJ0aXwH6M-nQWnvAAfsfjFJ3KX0iNg4TmF7us7px58Yky5TsiqleP_wVCzNlwapb8D9ECE1hcEu_JuiwWdDl87X4RCScK8E3rw7A3qEO6oTqz24-XVyX_Zs5QPea1h-eB2kA4isUM/s320/Ann08.jpg" width="261" /></a></div>Several repeat features such as "<a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/search/label/Fun%20Finds" target="_blank">Fun Finds</a>" or "<a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/search/label/Oh%20What%20a%20Character" target="_blank">Oh, What a Character!</a>" caught on and amused or otherwise engrossed many readers, while the attempted "<a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/search/label/Pop%20Quiz" target="_blank">Pop Quiz</a>" went over like a turd in a punchbowl... Oh well, you can't win'em all!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibklQc5a4z6E9hDRW4egzp_i68Xi9eyMN0EkWoHFjNcQI1AlbJaAWtuDnu1XOhgjPTjA8_EKaJY-VkLIgbLOsMXjGcDk8R_6oBqnn63uBhAjjkTtHSvMnS74w9Uoqi6UxX17sfJGj9dtk/s1600/Ann10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibklQc5a4z6E9hDRW4egzp_i68Xi9eyMN0EkWoHFjNcQI1AlbJaAWtuDnu1XOhgjPTjA8_EKaJY-VkLIgbLOsMXjGcDk8R_6oBqnn63uBhAjjkTtHSvMnS74w9Uoqi6UxX17sfJGj9dtk/s320/Ann10.jpg" width="262" /></a></div>Sometimes I wonder if I have said all I need to say, since I do occasionally repeat myself and also run dry on topics, but then somehow another person or movie or photo grouping comes along and I'm back in it again! At present, my biggest challenge by far is TIME, but the chaos I'm in right now can only last so long. I have a slate of topics in mind for the coming weeks and months, so though it might be slow going at times, I'll be diving back in like Shelley and giving it my all. <br /><br />THANK YOU so much to my loyal followers and other regular readers who come here and share their own reflections and recollections about the topics here. It never ceases to amaze me that anyone would share the same viewpoint as me, but it's true! That alone has been validating to me, as I have rarely run into people in my regular life who appreciate the same things I do. Best wishes to you all and bye for now!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-21864674380765366232013-08-19T18:03:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:27:12.106-08:00Birthday PackagesToday is August 19th and it happens to be the birthday of your webmaster Poseidon, Ruler of The Underworld. It's going to be yet another crazy week with various get-togethers, a mountain of work and a two-day convention at a casino/resort about an hour away from home. But before I dive into all that, I'm going to open up some of my birthday presents for you. These packages are from famous or almost famous people, so I think you will enjoy them! (Some packages are smaller than others, but we have never been discriminating here. It's the thought that counts!)<br /><br />My<a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-buddy-system-blondes-and-brunettes.html" target="_blank"> recent post </a>about TV series buddies yielded a few shots appropriate for this entry. Here, we have <i>Miami Vice</i>'s Don Johnson and Philip Michael Thomas posing for a publicity photo, with Johnson's "johnson" a focal point.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVgk2f2uPYVvVXujiVjr8nZx18RrVMRdznI8ci-xKzpiHiaCk8nRcENjbRwFtJkSyJqyJ_tkWdzG5QEZrPA6HkokZEg8GcVqYZENCRzRMZtknCptss_mvdDOgwMJmmGNQPXJ591GEVjV0/s1600/BU10b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVgk2f2uPYVvVXujiVjr8nZx18RrVMRdznI8ci-xKzpiHiaCk8nRcENjbRwFtJkSyJqyJ_tkWdzG5QEZrPA6HkokZEg8GcVqYZENCRzRMZtknCptss_mvdDOgwMJmmGNQPXJ591GEVjV0/s320/BU10b.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>Two other shots of Johnson are less-pronounced thanks to the lighting, but in case we have some taint aficionados out there... Ha!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjggHx48b-Qo3kiesfwhOJgV9pluUiuBuzhxosocpDsbCO1kJzJK8gaUgfm-oBAmwAxI_Wn5tVfjOubAEpfwVjkWL66BSF9BmJkNVPWDs00mrTxSE7AliOSHjVtzGSiyccn9PtqDPLQAkE/s1600/BU11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjggHx48b-Qo3kiesfwhOJgV9pluUiuBuzhxosocpDsbCO1kJzJK8gaUgfm-oBAmwAxI_Wn5tVfjOubAEpfwVjkWL66BSF9BmJkNVPWDs00mrTxSE7AliOSHjVtzGSiyccn9PtqDPLQAkE/s320/BU11.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3mFNDl9bTcZXpEfFdNZ9eFxgxqNa1qZq3GIzfUcWwSvmSDg_hTxJYySZ9_gLpqL1Cr4rbYu31Vjdd1H9DZQTW5tgDDV1htDfdhadM6xHl4B6bif8lNoOiLpGwuNRV2-Jj1vHMvYGbnx0/s1600/BU10c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3mFNDl9bTcZXpEfFdNZ9eFxgxqNa1qZq3GIzfUcWwSvmSDg_hTxJYySZ9_gLpqL1Cr4rbYu31Vjdd1H9DZQTW5tgDDV1htDfdhadM6xHl4B6bif8lNoOiLpGwuNRV2-Jj1vHMvYGbnx0/s320/BU10c.jpg" width="297" /></a></div>And many of you enjoyed seeing<i> Riptide</i>'s Joe Penny and Perry King. Penny for your thoughts on Joe's package here...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAXRkqiLBwfpU259FAPUDPZMuhfGkghLfMJV4F-l9XD-UJt-qYp8LiUGh4JVpTSCOThxJK_CZGXLntzCkDANkQvKLRG6MHHMQe6kWp2FlqsoZfQWcVz2zZ84F5ZmJNV3bCrvqbqhh_vPw/s1600/BU04c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAXRkqiLBwfpU259FAPUDPZMuhfGkghLfMJV4F-l9XD-UJt-qYp8LiUGh4JVpTSCOThxJK_CZGXLntzCkDANkQvKLRG6MHHMQe6kWp2FlqsoZfQWcVz2zZ84F5ZmJNV3bCrvqbqhh_vPw/s320/BU04c.JPG" width="265" /></a></div>Here we see King springing into action.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4M1L6I1KO28hmnnsdijpTYHzLpcAyC-Mny7ay7iAn7wUqYBnXc7rcBXtu9bPE_iBKbZMTu_ZorEM9X8mQSqDCPKI36P0of8hIKJGaoaILR5e8EGsIt_k-ikmjSgjJKEY9Ur15MlTQjQE/s1600/BU06c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4M1L6I1KO28hmnnsdijpTYHzLpcAyC-Mny7ay7iAn7wUqYBnXc7rcBXtu9bPE_iBKbZMTu_ZorEM9X8mQSqDCPKI36P0of8hIKJGaoaILR5e8EGsIt_k-ikmjSgjJKEY9Ur15MlTQjQE/s320/BU06c.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><i>The Dukes of Hazzard</i>'s John Schneider could often be counted on for a revealing pair of blue jeans.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrgt0qEUjvSGszk2y85oArRBCXfzWn_iO_KV31rVk_-bFFfDi0jdM3tAtVqlyOQV15IJinfns_t6YfBsOW1KLMHxJ7Nzmq8ULMX0Fyl-TZyYRI4sGMlGbDtf07g33cREVRXALBvROyMY/s1600/BU04d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrgt0qEUjvSGszk2y85oArRBCXfzWn_iO_KV31rVk_-bFFfDi0jdM3tAtVqlyOQV15IJinfns_t6YfBsOW1KLMHxJ7Nzmq8ULMX0Fyl-TZyYRI4sGMlGbDtf07g33cREVRXALBvROyMY/s320/BU04d.JPG" width="257" /></a></div>His allofasudden replacement Byron Cherry was no slouch, either, but "dressed" on the opposite side of the seam.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHVhZ0T2OXreSBjnNGIJtBFRB0OSvbUwBw9175Ow_qfPm5ArAmuuoZ3Xaal7eNn9uc0XG6IoLBITF0DLbCAfpFA41paySF-FzzRzdcGws8QVpTF-eqGkoImZdMVsV1qALTAZxG_L5_5SE/s1600/BU04e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHVhZ0T2OXreSBjnNGIJtBFRB0OSvbUwBw9175Ow_qfPm5ArAmuuoZ3Xaal7eNn9uc0XG6IoLBITF0DLbCAfpFA41paySF-FzzRzdcGws8QVpTF-eqGkoImZdMVsV1qALTAZxG_L5_5SE/s320/BU04e.JPG" width="243" /></a></div>During an episode of <i>CHiPs</i>, Larry Wilcox and Erik Estrada went skateboarding (in some snug-fitting jeans.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT_H8boYd-c-9PFBz2H42TwDbW_GCtZYoTVIlPMuI5bThB1yezg2Yal1aSD7ks28IwWkNgrip1tNn1YMi0daIy-NxzgkqyK-GgSm1Jg8L58WybFpw0m5nWyqDKcbou3SaXGOSTiPPnjQY/s1600/BU05d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT_H8boYd-c-9PFBz2H42TwDbW_GCtZYoTVIlPMuI5bThB1yezg2Yal1aSD7ks28IwWkNgrip1tNn1YMi0daIy-NxzgkqyK-GgSm1Jg8L58WybFpw0m5nWyqDKcbou3SaXGOSTiPPnjQY/s320/BU05d.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><i>Star Trek</i>'s William Shatner makes an impression in this shot (though perhaps not on<a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2012/12/change-in-nichols.html" target="_blank"> Nichelle Nichols</a>!)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvgWytGnKxqX9KIZnvNblzyUfXktDgd5hXrLZZYH_jYmTHGfqKh4mK_nqszqNg_p1iYEpiO3Fla6xL2RcMfYqTosI82GSPZgqQzG6JUV_jHIaUr9RDz0w-CeXoHPaojFXK_6ZiIft3Trc/s1600/BU06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvgWytGnKxqX9KIZnvNblzyUfXktDgd5hXrLZZYH_jYmTHGfqKh4mK_nqszqNg_p1iYEpiO3Fla6xL2RcMfYqTosI82GSPZgqQzG6JUV_jHIaUr9RDz0w-CeXoHPaojFXK_6ZiIft3Trc/s320/BU06.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Moving on to other TV programs,<i> Planet Earth</i> (1974) was a failed series pilot from Gene Roddenberry that would have starred John Saxon as a man in a post-apocalyptic world having to take on not only mutants, but enslaving Amazon-like women.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5BCHnBxb8eOW6mRIntavqW3IQ4FEQGuMmp1MsMm41lV-uWPiryzz9iX_Kk6o1WD7TDJjqhwVHjPs0-ydAgGVRa_iMJLV_3a3G6Hn9WWCBhV7JGnJHxJJp8bI8-ySYzRJcHkTqkDh6TkA/s1600/BU09b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5BCHnBxb8eOW6mRIntavqW3IQ4FEQGuMmp1MsMm41lV-uWPiryzz9iX_Kk6o1WD7TDJjqhwVHjPs0-ydAgGVRa_iMJLV_3a3G6Hn9WWCBhV7JGnJHxJJp8bI8-ySYzRJcHkTqkDh6TkA/s320/BU09b.JPG" width="241" /></a></div>In this shot, we see a trio of guys from the short-lived CBS series <i>The Fitzpatricks </i>(1977-1978.) Proud papa Bert Kramer is flanked by sons Clark Brandon and Jimmy McNichol. (Jimmy seems to be packing almost as much or more as his little sister Kristy! Okay... that was wrong on several levels.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwyGiAxpOaJhU7wXdwToDOWKBvzu-AF2jHxSA6fDpMYbQ4cH3Hxsd1xnI9Pe7YN46ZEjpWGDtqgUYY-EZzY2BISSrDVHEd-92gn8iHnWKgMsyyMKfiWZzD2Mez1vJj6p9GLwwWLp-hM9I/s1600/BU03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwyGiAxpOaJhU7wXdwToDOWKBvzu-AF2jHxSA6fDpMYbQ4cH3Hxsd1xnI9Pe7YN46ZEjpWGDtqgUYY-EZzY2BISSrDVHEd-92gn8iHnWKgMsyyMKfiWZzD2Mez1vJj6p9GLwwWLp-hM9I/s320/BU03.jpg" width="249" /></a></div>I'm not exactly sure what we may or may not be seeing in this photo of Carl Betz (along with Ruth McDevitt, <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/11/with-miles-yet-to-go.html" target="_blank">Vera Miles</a> and a young Jeff Bridges) from the 1971 TV movie<i> In Search of America</i> but he's popular enough among various web-surfers to include here today!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGi26ZhKrM_arCHnu5Iul2EycC1fNRYgbeq5RKXAdnM-BwxvM89Ka0uMtjYFDmId5Yrt1lI1gFPTNqwSwRb2GSEN7dq66Rg9yAwCSG3rRRnVSmLh6DFM8ihIy00YDe_GvPu5fpK8Df8pE/s1600/BU09c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGi26ZhKrM_arCHnu5Iul2EycC1fNRYgbeq5RKXAdnM-BwxvM89Ka0uMtjYFDmId5Yrt1lI1gFPTNqwSwRb2GSEN7dq66Rg9yAwCSG3rRRnVSmLh6DFM8ihIy00YDe_GvPu5fpK8Df8pE/s320/BU09c.JPG" width="220" /></a></div>Carl is in this next photo, too, but the bulge is courtesy of his costar James Wainright in the 1974 cult classic telefilm <i>Killdozer</i>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFmAB1SnurfvWU8ngZHOlqSkqkv97teDZC1IKaBj1POluOTHCFJopAgr7mcfKZSL7wRaTBKi29mZL9Ahkonq9J6ZbS_poLRCDiTnycFf1tmoVkNELfRmBKgYCAkQuIxDmHTaJZk3RZsg4/s1600/BU05b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFmAB1SnurfvWU8ngZHOlqSkqkv97teDZC1IKaBj1POluOTHCFJopAgr7mcfKZSL7wRaTBKi29mZL9Ahkonq9J6ZbS_poLRCDiTnycFf1tmoVkNELfRmBKgYCAkQuIxDmHTaJZk3RZsg4/s320/BU05b.JPG" width="244" /></a></div>Perhaps not a bulge or even a prominent package here, but I like Robert Forster enough in this picture (heralding the short-lived 1974 series of his, <i>Nakia</i>) to include him today.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGrYzkG2hwkDcGHxihp8Jsdpny8-Gipb5LXpyxvjnMvM2UKRAqkZrF4bdtjQfL0IIeVqLlxSA_e3VF_goZJtXo0MtFIDiA6nWYc0sNgbBYItqEz1DII9-twghAYP3Er9IBgIceGMZ-z_E/s1600/BU03d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGrYzkG2hwkDcGHxihp8Jsdpny8-Gipb5LXpyxvjnMvM2UKRAqkZrF4bdtjQfL0IIeVqLlxSA_e3VF_goZJtXo0MtFIDiA6nWYc0sNgbBYItqEz1DII9-twghAYP3Er9IBgIceGMZ-z_E/s320/BU03d.jpg" width="230" /></a></div>Fans of the long-running sitcom<i> Taxi</i> (1978 - 1983) may fondly remember Tony Danza...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkdsgewKYRfMjoLe-44mal7ie-9AYRvuynrkyvkKfw8URPUEObInJqoGP0sGh21AHEZOp5MX9psiXSJYOyptTW6yxkMvh9jSGcKrZV440iVjh_LI3bwwD0Hbw15GNyn9dd8owicFU9F8/s1600/BU08b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkdsgewKYRfMjoLe-44mal7ie-9AYRvuynrkyvkKfw8URPUEObInJqoGP0sGh21AHEZOp5MX9psiXSJYOyptTW6yxkMvh9jSGcKrZV440iVjh_LI3bwwD0Hbw15GNyn9dd8owicFU9F8/s320/BU08b.JPG" width="227" /></a></div>Danza went on to the even longer running show<i> Who's the Boss</i> (1984 - 1992) granting him a lengthy, barely interrupted stay on TV.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ffJC25D6R9rgumNtuVLqfHYA_6zGmozkhhUMQcRUcBvbU0JNhxTm5bok5XS-tGCI6Ex-cK98b6w3nzZ8SwDwgkIVL4i5xq2JXnFi0Md0YBoM_x6iBFqzOUCNV1JRZL61_-Dp83vlsHQ/s1600/BU08c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ffJC25D6R9rgumNtuVLqfHYA_6zGmozkhhUMQcRUcBvbU0JNhxTm5bok5XS-tGCI6Ex-cK98b6w3nzZ8SwDwgkIVL4i5xq2JXnFi0Md0YBoM_x6iBFqzOUCNV1JRZL61_-Dp83vlsHQ/s320/BU08c.JPG" width="227" /></a></div>The 1980 TV-movie <i>The Babysitter</i> focused on Stephanie Zimbalist making life hell for William Shatner and Patty Duke (and their young daughter Quinn Cummings), but there was also her pretty, blonde boyfriend David Wallace.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqfnU-_xT-FePBK_k0TSy_uRYj3QLNNng7pkHzqAkSSTaus-tI0xRCa5bWsHguFuiEbBvZOD6ZsIzpMBYlhq5L55G6eNtCi1zo50Ss_XjYtNwPE6pqAKMico8QiMAoRnpZViA_9MhwyDk/s1600/BU02h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqfnU-_xT-FePBK_k0TSy_uRYj3QLNNng7pkHzqAkSSTaus-tI0xRCa5bWsHguFuiEbBvZOD6ZsIzpMBYlhq5L55G6eNtCi1zo50Ss_XjYtNwPE6pqAKMico8QiMAoRnpZViA_9MhwyDk/s320/BU02h.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>As the movie is set around a lake, he was spotted in some abbreviated white shorts...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKI1ds1JBPVCRTtiexN1O_FLF6gaqG5VonLRh0qf9vWvSmNHgI8aYVr1cJZf1pu-4SNDjSxPCbNY34BD9LDV_wNg1i0DFQtgnpMBxedwVqTqBf19dSJx91-MpM2NwVhgaZAEA66Oowx90/s1600/BU02d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKI1ds1JBPVCRTtiexN1O_FLF6gaqG5VonLRh0qf9vWvSmNHgI8aYVr1cJZf1pu-4SNDjSxPCbNY34BD9LDV_wNg1i0DFQtgnpMBxedwVqTqBf19dSJx91-MpM2NwVhgaZAEA66Oowx90/s320/BU02d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>...but it was his jeans that seemed to tell a bigger tale.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjMmd_FuG-svLNzB2TnDB_lItIwbgDKCR4CaCDOD8l32NCdSfiu33QoY7Cx1n3jH5h6OHlcGOB5dGCLCHoqBD3HGlQI3vysX7xhU3n9oxY2vOrNrPww6XZlbk5uK6Nici9H4PLvwUWrWo/s1600/BU02f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjMmd_FuG-svLNzB2TnDB_lItIwbgDKCR4CaCDOD8l32NCdSfiu33QoY7Cx1n3jH5h6OHlcGOB5dGCLCHoqBD3HGlQI3vysX7xhU3n9oxY2vOrNrPww6XZlbk5uK6Nici9H4PLvwUWrWo/s320/BU02f.JPG" width="239" /></a></div>There was really no such thing as loose jeans in the late-'70s and early -'80s.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3cLXKfroKqBGpHY_UuN5q2Vz_LVQCA7JB395EIanE9hwQJGg-QZh2MWROzJ0Do-jjuXmRWNmva9fOOgTUCZBm2BL684ZjjeGokE_1gaRbfoZ4NoKXcwVdGXCZrbgyAyVauenXU6TzQ_k/s1600/BU02g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3cLXKfroKqBGpHY_UuN5q2Vz_LVQCA7JB395EIanE9hwQJGg-QZh2MWROzJ0Do-jjuXmRWNmva9fOOgTUCZBm2BL684ZjjeGokE_1gaRbfoZ4NoKXcwVdGXCZrbgyAyVauenXU6TzQ_k/s320/BU02g.JPG" width="251" /></a></div>1984 brought the hooty spectacle<i> The Last Days of Pompeii</i>, a lengthy, all-star miniseries. In my post on the divine <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/11/modeling-some-clay.html" target="_blank">Nicholas Clay</a>, I provided some shots of him practicing discus. Here, his pal Duncan Regehr stops by for some Greco-Roman wrestling...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwE6QffgLHhTT76JtLihS5uXmGTrjEeiE_TSxyCeeNAdw2ixDCeCipkYTj6QU9PaVa4EyJUYX7bJJ6GHdvfZZmJIbbSNQLJRvN2vHN7IOEGsBz2Lqb3Awjy4YDqrvA0KaQ05EauAkTFD4/s1600/BU00c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwE6QffgLHhTT76JtLihS5uXmGTrjEeiE_TSxyCeeNAdw2ixDCeCipkYTj6QU9PaVa4EyJUYX7bJJ6GHdvfZZmJIbbSNQLJRvN2vHN7IOEGsBz2Lqb3Awjy4YDqrvA0KaQ05EauAkTFD4/s320/BU00c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>As they sprawl and roll around, Regehr's loincloth is flipped up...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WEvFThHYvhy2Wt0Qwbac6eTiJWhDoYiohULtMYpYfkpN4tqhvhNx3zOrnf_u7Y_6UpuNaKXwNg8bPXfzKT-x0vvezX17N9AftrXHb4ACUvFwZEm2mR0Pbm4KP_F6u0C1LwvDom7pUmE/s1600/BU00.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WEvFThHYvhy2Wt0Qwbac6eTiJWhDoYiohULtMYpYfkpN4tqhvhNx3zOrnf_u7Y_6UpuNaKXwNg8bPXfzKT-x0vvezX17N9AftrXHb4ACUvFwZEm2mR0Pbm4KP_F6u0C1LwvDom7pUmE/s320/BU00.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>...giving viewers a quick glimpse of his crotch.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOyb7xJsoSRsnq3KXKKCDLDwrMm3SFucufDOs8idlQ-dmlLkqwWeFjK_zTOVKzSn1mcXSFT_IpfJGAAVatoMbq6UIy58PjUvD7mus4m1MEuxjXC2S9gMh5OSlicyGEVLSnzeRpuq6eQU/s1600/BU00b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOyb7xJsoSRsnq3KXKKCDLDwrMm3SFucufDOs8idlQ-dmlLkqwWeFjK_zTOVKzSn1mcXSFT_IpfJGAAVatoMbq6UIy58PjUvD7mus4m1MEuxjXC2S9gMh5OSlicyGEVLSnzeRpuq6eQU/s320/BU00b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>In The Underworld, we worship <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/04/gimme-mcginley.html" target="_blank">Ted McGinley</a> and this has become a new favorite picture of him!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0IgjlFoLFgBmr-CW_tVhGe_I3iYA3YMmLVenAbn9coYzIUPsxgAAjNMAfx4634cvYTB-ZjMzqRPMOR3mpMHsv4I4Gar3dJZSLdIOPcG9xv9X5Kp4cakAhVdq0SpeXGO6DGXAanlpyvsk/s1600/BU07c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0IgjlFoLFgBmr-CW_tVhGe_I3iYA3YMmLVenAbn9coYzIUPsxgAAjNMAfx4634cvYTB-ZjMzqRPMOR3mpMHsv4I4Gar3dJZSLdIOPcG9xv9X5Kp4cakAhVdq0SpeXGO6DGXAanlpyvsk/s320/BU07c.JPG" width="234" /></a></div>Let's saddle up now for a couple of TV and movie cowpokes. This is John Russell of <i>Lawman</i>. You might have to do an Auntie Mame and open a new window to see this full size.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCNROKFZjDWzgUe89XXrkS4sdJqcY6bxMQYSOGm5fPMuFeGzsk7-dlsFy7lBJJDms2Ira-FeUvpYp5gP7MALK5NCFLsT6qyEw_6-rK6OTWWpsJ6JEJHDNKup0xONSv5x3XwHGmYe1tbro/s1600/BU02b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCNROKFZjDWzgUe89XXrkS4sdJqcY6bxMQYSOGm5fPMuFeGzsk7-dlsFy7lBJJDms2Ira-FeUvpYp5gP7MALK5NCFLsT6qyEw_6-rK6OTWWpsJ6JEJHDNKup0xONSv5x3XwHGmYe1tbro/s320/BU02b.JPG" width="164" /></a></div><i>Laramie</i>'s John Smith ought to show up in any size picture!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7z3dXG8nqUu2FM4Cm_tOu_c3tIU7UklRRCL2w6hmfbSWmF7Ed5yg-K3HUUUTAOImQVnS4x6CURu_aldEUSyDqw8DDvk5VO6z-qUSFEBC1Zb_FAaUKQwrhlBGcTTEhrmOCw89bgIzuEEU/s1600/BU05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7z3dXG8nqUu2FM4Cm_tOu_c3tIU7UklRRCL2w6hmfbSWmF7Ed5yg-K3HUUUTAOImQVnS4x6CURu_aldEUSyDqw8DDvk5VO6z-qUSFEBC1Zb_FAaUKQwrhlBGcTTEhrmOCw89bgIzuEEU/s320/BU05.JPG" width="134" /></a></div><i><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-family.html" target="_blank">The Big Valley</a></i>'s Peter Breck had a tendency towards moderate VPL, as shown here...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Ip9Vmbt-t7WDBhQ14RvbPwVtJBbtra_Ih0-PD-1HqoO0miAf0vYP2CsOADqukAj1NgAC5VWB3yhUb94ABEyp-6-sjWSg5ZD8BCK3F7VpK0w00XRg6qe5ENEtCKJ5Pkh3uxZLlZIhiho/s1600/BU12c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="165" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Ip9Vmbt-t7WDBhQ14RvbPwVtJBbtra_Ih0-PD-1HqoO0miAf0vYP2CsOADqukAj1NgAC5VWB3yhUb94ABEyp-6-sjWSg5ZD8BCK3F7VpK0w00XRg6qe5ENEtCKJ5Pkh3uxZLlZIhiho/s320/BU12c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>...to outright anatomy lessons as seen in these shots.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JnFH6MyaC-49-MfhP1uKIFByE5Y9hr03kYn28SrxyqtZNi52ainPRRH7COzmEjT7dvLpptmZk24GkEP7NHOQL-uRbt1G3ytuegwkarR41_uNcw8y5yOuL1ll2dLC22pQtdMZWy0xvEw/s1600/BU12b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JnFH6MyaC-49-MfhP1uKIFByE5Y9hr03kYn28SrxyqtZNi52ainPRRH7COzmEjT7dvLpptmZk24GkEP7NHOQL-uRbt1G3ytuegwkarR41_uNcw8y5yOuL1ll2dLC22pQtdMZWy0xvEw/s320/BU12b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Sometimes his appearances on the show could be quite eye-popping!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm5kXoLSAsCveK03JwKeBCNZUaWdtrz_at-z8v7OoJ5wLXg7rdDS7ri74VuNiB4xhyphenhyphenCQByaagtYVsduHhGRFIeW6CK443eoMbLnyi-dD6SOCtBGKsm0Zv-kQKwwaeDFOQjAhLuK8HZa1U/s1600/BU12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm5kXoLSAsCveK03JwKeBCNZUaWdtrz_at-z8v7OoJ5wLXg7rdDS7ri74VuNiB4xhyphenhyphenCQByaagtYVsduHhGRFIeW6CK443eoMbLnyi-dD6SOCtBGKsm0Zv-kQKwwaeDFOQjAhLuK8HZa1U/s320/BU12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Ricky Nelson (of<b> Rio Bravo</b> and other movies) shows us his guns...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRz0U1EmL5jiIN-td2Xe88CIjH-l29EgjZ0_FjUBSljWZeXEIAXZsSgAY10o1bpi1YUCXDipi3DijkG5pFUizHag_JwLeNv_s3vYxYOiLp8xJbgX1cbgAu_ANsF_NA89CR8NRQ-GqV50E/s1600/BU05c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRz0U1EmL5jiIN-td2Xe88CIjH-l29EgjZ0_FjUBSljWZeXEIAXZsSgAY10o1bpi1YUCXDipi3DijkG5pFUizHag_JwLeNv_s3vYxYOiLp8xJbgX1cbgAu_ANsF_NA89CR8NRQ-GqV50E/s320/BU05c.jpg" width="223" /></a></div>Rory Calhoun starred in <i>The Texan</i> as well as several western movies.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8wTtJ-Azg8buEXOQH-3N7jUWsJdKV2yus3ToGTPdc12uHFrI5ptnrZMMsqe4PapqLDs8Goicxhor2DQspGX4BHyxU5pXK9s5leQk_y_qFiABVCDmIH_UHzuq20xsj1dxRLtO3fiMNP0/s1600/BU03c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8wTtJ-Azg8buEXOQH-3N7jUWsJdKV2yus3ToGTPdc12uHFrI5ptnrZMMsqe4PapqLDs8Goicxhor2DQspGX4BHyxU5pXK9s5leQk_y_qFiABVCDmIH_UHzuq20xsj1dxRLtO3fiMNP0/s320/BU03c.JPG" width="188" /></a></div>Here, we see Rory as a swashbuckler (with more than one sword)...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifcEHeNjhxbfNe7cpyuxmdkA4iLJei1h-1hfeVSJtASRduu_w-hP_BEuFuIuBhyphenhyphenRNIXUnaFQqEOVl43YHV6mB9EK2enp5TUPTo3BRXtXP_zvY-I2q2bgHW-XYO2MgesiswL4uXkvK9BDQ/s1600/BU04b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifcEHeNjhxbfNe7cpyuxmdkA4iLJei1h-1hfeVSJtASRduu_w-hP_BEuFuIuBhyphenhyphenRNIXUnaFQqEOVl43YHV6mB9EK2enp5TUPTo3BRXtXP_zvY-I2q2bgHW-XYO2MgesiswL4uXkvK9BDQ/s320/BU04b.JPG" width="254" /></a></div>...and here he is ready for an afternoon of skating.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1ZwD0M1cEMrGqDBbBFFNG0T21MH8y9O7dudr3Zb7-1eFonDgG6WnbLqaaYrAFJ48WvuIgHa_RzlLB9YK3XEl3kGkWTR3hnrWq_rEv6ky77CTSWAq3kVwuBblx-Ji1poOOQa5bj-8MbE/s1600/BU06b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1ZwD0M1cEMrGqDBbBFFNG0T21MH8y9O7dudr3Zb7-1eFonDgG6WnbLqaaYrAFJ48WvuIgHa_RzlLB9YK3XEl3kGkWTR3hnrWq_rEv6ky77CTSWAq3kVwuBblx-Ji1poOOQa5bj-8MbE/s320/BU06b.jpg" width="248" /></a></div>Let's take a look at some of Rory's fellow performers, starting with former physique model turned actor Vince Edwards, best known as <i>Ben Casey</i>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLJuPGG5w3i8EWCcpb6x9gC007TO-B0t-FPqiHgZly-s__9wjZLvD9FZy6f1IMQVTJJ12V1ncFcZ7yAdTOVIOSgPP3K8okWeETDX_BrYu1pULBn3vQ7xE2dipxUDQivU-NYqJJKFyX78/s1600/BU10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLJuPGG5w3i8EWCcpb6x9gC007TO-B0t-FPqiHgZly-s__9wjZLvD9FZy6f1IMQVTJJ12V1ncFcZ7yAdTOVIOSgPP3K8okWeETDX_BrYu1pULBn3vQ7xE2dipxUDQivU-NYqJJKFyX78/s320/BU10.JPG" width="229" /></a></div>Scott Brady enjoys a thoughtful moment out in the yard.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3E2mlzi7iJg-9AxWFmkWyWY8klBSPEQ5CxyqIIbalcCJy3rT6CGqgPuEIZYXsSEq7Tu7WlBSRGX2vrVY36GLtX-B5GMonxEQ1592ovmskTtch6AiNCNBMQcXicbLtHyYrdpreWvPFbs/s1600/BU02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3E2mlzi7iJg-9AxWFmkWyWY8klBSPEQ5CxyqIIbalcCJy3rT6CGqgPuEIZYXsSEq7Tu7WlBSRGX2vrVY36GLtX-B5GMonxEQ1592ovmskTtch6AiNCNBMQcXicbLtHyYrdpreWvPFbs/s320/BU02.JPG" width="250" /></a></div>Screen legend Tyrone Power cools off during a presumably warm California afternoon.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAs7phT1iYfObfCcynX4Kf_LH2dG67D1ydUZPj_tJVDzdXTNY55G-VCPTR5PR8d6Spmokb5tJnaJUzBafhzulW5VAmjUZpBCqoZTznyV-YuRB9RN9viEhKs36_WAFu0jID5cjr8VRSXPE/s1600/BU01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAs7phT1iYfObfCcynX4Kf_LH2dG67D1ydUZPj_tJVDzdXTNY55G-VCPTR5PR8d6Spmokb5tJnaJUzBafhzulW5VAmjUZpBCqoZTznyV-YuRB9RN9viEhKs36_WAFu0jID5cjr8VRSXPE/s320/BU01.JPG" width="247" /></a></div>Humpy <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/04/well-i-guess-ill-see-you-nader.html" target="_blank">George Nader </a>seems to have a lot going on here, and I'm not referring to the large array of books!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ4eJoIen2xBjwhPuqF0iaI0nEHyLXG0kp-JLF9lse6hdOrW3l9Z-iH3eXxv1EUP4RPhFXU8IhK48VfeY69YFV2vwpcoJI29FWDuvFg6M__-F0AxsbQBDwHJxkpqB5QGocSWRXXzDhhpY/s1600/BU03b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ4eJoIen2xBjwhPuqF0iaI0nEHyLXG0kp-JLF9lse6hdOrW3l9Z-iH3eXxv1EUP4RPhFXU8IhK48VfeY69YFV2vwpcoJI29FWDuvFg6M__-F0AxsbQBDwHJxkpqB5QGocSWRXXzDhhpY/s320/BU03b.JPG" width="251" /></a></div>Pat Boone takes a break against a nearby tree.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWwyQwpUDM4hAyWRB4TZn_uChbc6hnd9db_2372jlwjpIRutb56zKkYHanV3EJzSr8X11rJ88RLMH5IHHwckR0I6Yo8pH6d6vYnd3UbRdCMnc2ysjLpa1dgDJyRZvV2LnIBFDgZseIhc4/s1600/BU04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWwyQwpUDM4hAyWRB4TZn_uChbc6hnd9db_2372jlwjpIRutb56zKkYHanV3EJzSr8X11rJ88RLMH5IHHwckR0I6Yo8pH6d6vYnd3UbRdCMnc2ysjLpa1dgDJyRZvV2LnIBFDgZseIhc4/s320/BU04.JPG" width="203" /></a></div>Continuing the randomness, a few shots from movies... James Bond Roger Moore in a snugly tailored suit.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2-C9TwwjH1FMetTPSXlwc5SK7PNlOrhJ53LN5-ONb1GrzrvjUEaHWm-CP8c41wnTwYCcDQclJKm_wl7c3rYAgp8N16XgdGZyNwt1X5hAnEi6UutU_j5llFU7Td6ptGHrNGmvGCyWtVr4/s1600/BU02c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2-C9TwwjH1FMetTPSXlwc5SK7PNlOrhJ53LN5-ONb1GrzrvjUEaHWm-CP8c41wnTwYCcDQclJKm_wl7c3rYAgp8N16XgdGZyNwt1X5hAnEi6UutU_j5llFU7Td6ptGHrNGmvGCyWtVr4/s320/BU02c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Actor-turned voiceover specialist Robert Corff from 1970's Roger Corman flick <b>Gas-s-s-s</b>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndpyzfo5ptVDvkjAaSEjn3g0LfGBpaBdkD0m6cYt6kpHCRCnZ3q-aNStoxthWtV24KSrCbASUsOjeFvn8N2z6KgyBrKrMt30Sc4EMIDtl6HYOcQ8KH7rFA2jBX4Qb07gKHvBXx4r6VTM/s1600/BU07b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndpyzfo5ptVDvkjAaSEjn3g0LfGBpaBdkD0m6cYt6kpHCRCnZ3q-aNStoxthWtV24KSrCbASUsOjeFvn8N2z6KgyBrKrMt30Sc4EMIDtl6HYOcQ8KH7rFA2jBX4Qb07gKHvBXx4r6VTM/s320/BU07b.JPG" width="254" /></a></div><br />Helmut Berger commanding Burt Lancaster's attention in 1974's <b>Conversation Piece</b>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_KHRli9NnyOM52j4wPDEKMCO5Ww_t9ojsKKLOeQV2G2BCW4gxLXPK6ONF1wj-kf9TRpdm1pI7jquxl_wwoyrVY0X4U8YsS8FCUHW8ow8-vU_vXtAPpCpx7BHZ6rhT2LNXbrxJpg2z0QE/s1600/BU08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_KHRli9NnyOM52j4wPDEKMCO5Ww_t9ojsKKLOeQV2G2BCW4gxLXPK6ONF1wj-kf9TRpdm1pI7jquxl_wwoyrVY0X4U8YsS8FCUHW8ow8-vU_vXtAPpCpx7BHZ6rhT2LNXbrxJpg2z0QE/s320/BU08.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>No, this isn't campy at all! Barry Bostwick in 1982's <b>Megaforce</b>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6Wm4gZcpVCNzOtYQi2hc-VittJ3hjmJR-zKjSsTCX1gu5I7Ker3oJpoesOwPHSAbTC6OOpdh04qmrAlnZTI6LZJe5J6X6x5tszqQblFgcx_MXvjjrmwfdUGV1XUQAuSqmwawUuO_ZGI/s1600/BU07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6Wm4gZcpVCNzOtYQi2hc-VittJ3hjmJR-zKjSsTCX1gu5I7Ker3oJpoesOwPHSAbTC6OOpdh04qmrAlnZTI6LZJe5J6X6x5tszqQblFgcx_MXvjjrmwfdUGV1XUQAuSqmwawUuO_ZGI/s320/BU07.jpg" width="247" /></a></div>A faithful reader of this blog e-mailed me about the actor John Stockwell and his bulging performance in <b>Christine</b> (1983), the Stephen King thriller about a possessed car.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiifj3WfNVTqzd53DHMj1dTs7F70QIaxUDA6eMraX-ym-CGYZ6kwABzm63ONHwnFBx_g44Zn8Y9hyphenhyphenTg3tj-WHYkwkGkAjqDE9i3EiDO1s6RUrj8v2gPaUnudF0by0afm_btKaUf_2FVZN4/s1600/BU08d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiifj3WfNVTqzd53DHMj1dTs7F70QIaxUDA6eMraX-ym-CGYZ6kwABzm63ONHwnFBx_g44Zn8Y9hyphenhyphenTg3tj-WHYkwkGkAjqDE9i3EiDO1s6RUrj8v2gPaUnudF0by0afm_btKaUf_2FVZN4/s320/BU08d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I have yet to see this movie, but will have to check it out the next time I have the opportunity!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijYty8X4xcTjyUmuba_WqVEFNu86T8aFUzWTOEq76H8gMESFSyKGKNUlwFvmvKgrtU-gex1wouXBMwmVEej8qnYh32kXdjekmVhdCkeN1gd1FLyAUrnVi3gXmb13fn-zz6hncCiRmmlOg/s1600/BU08e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijYty8X4xcTjyUmuba_WqVEFNu86T8aFUzWTOEq76H8gMESFSyKGKNUlwFvmvKgrtU-gex1wouXBMwmVEej8qnYh32kXdjekmVhdCkeN1gd1FLyAUrnVi3gXmb13fn-zz6hncCiRmmlOg/s320/BU08e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>1984's <b>Lovelines</b>, one of countless crass and idiotic teen sex comedies, featured Don Michael Paul as a student about to seduce two female students in the principal's office.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFS_xOIdedikeJZ_EDwPrnmN7CmbHtd0fJP686iMFYleUvAImWCzwdc4DGHxKzESGG4CCQ1XXY1fHqBvJXyNiBApOeED4NeNLiL2qyXudlu1qpagfbVniuCaegyKUldB5MlDoOWR-M4Z0/s1600/BU09g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFS_xOIdedikeJZ_EDwPrnmN7CmbHtd0fJP686iMFYleUvAImWCzwdc4DGHxKzESGG4CCQ1XXY1fHqBvJXyNiBApOeED4NeNLiL2qyXudlu1qpagfbVniuCaegyKUldB5MlDoOWR-M4Z0/s320/BU09g.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>He's sporting a pretty flimsy pair of briefs as he encourages the girls to join him.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0cwaK1VLOvc0Sb3mF2-TskT0ltydCG5Fy59F7QrNXkUZis-1whnHa-RIn4rRGQlBBwlMhLYMEebCKGbP11JhtMhGmhj3XubwRYJtoWk0addTTkLFt4TsD3Lmzn0KzD_2YhXDW8l-AusI/s1600/BU09a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0cwaK1VLOvc0Sb3mF2-TskT0ltydCG5Fy59F7QrNXkUZis-1whnHa-RIn4rRGQlBBwlMhLYMEebCKGbP11JhtMhGmhj3XubwRYJtoWk0addTTkLFt4TsD3Lmzn0KzD_2YhXDW8l-AusI/s320/BU09a.JPG" width="257" /></a></div>Just as they are close to getting naked....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8qDgamyT-zOQh5sBhIegCoxKMhW2wAKlq4bbDWG5fD42Kn9o4FKSLFuyjy-kISO5SfcK44X5azp6AEYyOm7_e1TTzDjd-EUbfeDaRsKSSROPeSgo_pDZreIDkBnyfXWuLvQUp4kNTjRY/s1600/BU09d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8qDgamyT-zOQh5sBhIegCoxKMhW2wAKlq4bbDWG5fD42Kn9o4FKSLFuyjy-kISO5SfcK44X5azp6AEYyOm7_e1TTzDjd-EUbfeDaRsKSSROPeSgo_pDZreIDkBnyfXWuLvQUp4kNTjRY/s320/BU09d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>...they are spotted through the window by the (female) principal and he pretends that there was a fire that he had to try to put out with his clothes... Ah, the '80s...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFi12q13bazOATFT04BkJCuYgT7TvloAj2FuGhxnnlB0gRHohhjbFtCGFS24Akqv7G9hr1ECiph3NtumKmfriaefiGf1fgsOPZnQmDPEG50KBRifTKuODNEFndl9hoqgOqt77uV1-1Bw/s1600/BU09e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFi12q13bazOATFT04BkJCuYgT7TvloAj2FuGhxnnlB0gRHohhjbFtCGFS24Akqv7G9hr1ECiph3NtumKmfriaefiGf1fgsOPZnQmDPEG50KBRifTKuODNEFndl9hoqgOqt77uV1-1Bw/s320/BU09e.JPG" width="212" /></a></div>Now a couple somewhat more contemporary pictures. Lean Jeff Bridges along the shoreline.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia8DxSyhAYUR0Ga2e1QCqbH6WJoqlr-ld-2AdsJRmomMS2Bf9_RXGhmgGtaGqCO1fneAFywflCt8OOjZQLToJehjDpMVrTEcyBHcbowKQv5oc03IRRGToB5ZShtpL361zrJqK2mZIr4ts/s1600/BU10e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia8DxSyhAYUR0Ga2e1QCqbH6WJoqlr-ld-2AdsJRmomMS2Bf9_RXGhmgGtaGqCO1fneAFywflCt8OOjZQLToJehjDpMVrTEcyBHcbowKQv5oc03IRRGToB5ZShtpL361zrJqK2mZIr4ts/s320/BU10e.JPG" width="181" /></a></div>Prince (or whatever he's going by these days) leaves an impression fans in the front row of his concert isn't likely to forget.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7aJbV7gYMypfyKsq8D6gSnbNkRugefsZCf-K7xW_brhurFwJIBfV630sOVpv1nNMzdrG-MADL8IQAKn87tRc8ACXiSoIlS9iYSD7KhkenBa5iWYDe3M6QO6s39MeovWS0hEVS4qJ5slI/s1600/BU09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7aJbV7gYMypfyKsq8D6gSnbNkRugefsZCf-K7xW_brhurFwJIBfV630sOVpv1nNMzdrG-MADL8IQAKn87tRc8ACXiSoIlS9iYSD7KhkenBa5iWYDe3M6QO6s39MeovWS0hEVS4qJ5slI/s320/BU09.JPG" width="227" /></a></div>Confident Matthew McConaughey, posing for a portrait.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPDvwsvJIcPHagTp-p8KNKlrYgkP_Q0ILV0fb6FODFLjhp4yFznyNOWWAzTl-346JSu-hlGXj-CV7pPWtQ-eV2_QEdPs7PLkhEl3iBs_5NMWcuXe-x01vp50msbAtBa7GXiNMEcfaYNe8/s1600/BU10d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPDvwsvJIcPHagTp-p8KNKlrYgkP_Q0ILV0fb6FODFLjhp4yFznyNOWWAzTl-346JSu-hlGXj-CV7pPWtQ-eV2_QEdPs7PLkhEl3iBs_5NMWcuXe-x01vp50msbAtBa7GXiNMEcfaYNe8/s320/BU10d.JPG" width="207" /></a></div>Mario Lopez pausing during a jog along the beach.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhKhT3s-OJBHeh48GWIBzO1gYIf1S6SnSVGG1Po9A_CvLj44AZOsVOoKs9dS5DDrDSI-niTz02geL9aY6l3Q6icJPePSrWe7s1_hwQj0KX6sWy6TLfXHYWXlZBwpB0atR2XrPN1sLJyoU/s1600/BU11b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhKhT3s-OJBHeh48GWIBzO1gYIf1S6SnSVGG1Po9A_CvLj44AZOsVOoKs9dS5DDrDSI-niTz02geL9aY6l3Q6icJPePSrWe7s1_hwQj0KX6sWy6TLfXHYWXlZBwpB0atR2XrPN1sLJyoU/s320/BU11b.JPG" width="141" /></a></div>One of the most talked about cinema bulges among classic film fans is that of Forrest Tucker in <b>Auntie Mame</b> (1958.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckpQsjEC7kAifjIi4JgJU5h4KHX-JSQJu9PqfZg0J-I5SO2D-Mvbh9PshMAfgsKlRCpDJajoCPoyl2Ch9f74_8R2cx2urpFTjJ2OFBvhlAVnBWcCxkakVYUe2NYlxED-nAStR7pt7W7c/s1600/BU01d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckpQsjEC7kAifjIi4JgJU5h4KHX-JSQJu9PqfZg0J-I5SO2D-Mvbh9PshMAfgsKlRCpDJajoCPoyl2Ch9f74_8R2cx2urpFTjJ2OFBvhlAVnBWcCxkakVYUe2NYlxED-nAStR7pt7W7c/s320/BU01d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>As he's walking Rosalind Russell back from her eventful experience at the fox hunt, his trousers seem quite full of something!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIdVCB2AjbSmaK2vMrmwvGQhRyQ_8q3nHmAgPz07H3-nubEIWgli5xji5OCVx7oUYsaFTzd9wSWKDZ1jym_C8jEw0HlC1DSTLAuC6cw-f1vf_F7kQMyIl_PZ-56rxeUCc4q3XtnybsfM4/s1600/BU01b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIdVCB2AjbSmaK2vMrmwvGQhRyQ_8q3nHmAgPz07H3-nubEIWgli5xji5OCVx7oUYsaFTzd9wSWKDZ1jym_C8jEw0HlC1DSTLAuC6cw-f1vf_F7kQMyIl_PZ-56rxeUCc4q3XtnybsfM4/s320/BU01b.JPG" width="239" /></a></div>Mr. Tucker was referenced by many Hollywood cohorts as being the big man on campus. And he does sport a busy pair of breeches.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5CXSiNdO9vDsR7wkNDJBO6RRVyUXpYYZQTI1XlMs8CJa_7gi6msAxx994UNvXtDH1tn_WKRhpRfAvMThP9UPFXj5gdcHORTEjp7kV59O-b0hCE9JqonCFumc9Ii55QtAkXHa7j7U19o/s1600/BU01a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5CXSiNdO9vDsR7wkNDJBO6RRVyUXpYYZQTI1XlMs8CJa_7gi6msAxx994UNvXtDH1tn_WKRhpRfAvMThP9UPFXj5gdcHORTEjp7kV59O-b0hCE9JqonCFumc9Ii55QtAkXHa7j7U19o/s320/BU01a.JPG" width="284" /></a></div>But on very close inspection, it looks as if he's got the world's biggest balls more than anything... look at this outline. In any case, he's been the subject of several impressed recollections.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7D-6bp6NVWzKg8rk3aD-qFkOKU8mifOXaXJTeUKWPNcICQCIE1NTqXU_ylu4mHTqYXbQUY1H5SoWK_6eKi5Saf3O2jQAmBJXEE0wu5X-_3Ckuqz8I6UpTvgJHbHce0cbl8VKhlYQ1-QE/s1600/BU01e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7D-6bp6NVWzKg8rk3aD-qFkOKU8mifOXaXJTeUKWPNcICQCIE1NTqXU_ylu4mHTqYXbQUY1H5SoWK_6eKi5Saf3O2jQAmBJXEE0wu5X-_3Ckuqz8I6UpTvgJHbHce0cbl8VKhlYQ1-QE/s320/BU01e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Our last package of the day belongs to the once-heralded child star Brandon De Wilde (of <b>Shane</b> in 1953, among other things) who was attempting to continue a promising adult career before his terribly unfortunate accident in 1974 in which he was killed while driving a camper. He was thirty. Sorry to end on such a downer, but I usually try to save the best for last and some of you might feel this is the one!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWQFovqvyrSKCTPs-C5XJwEGUatXL0MCGTR9mszZILoO1MTABrS4XQDD6pI9k21Fnxz_hWLfQyZCJT9Wc9fFRVG3FyfCdqL2ZxyTFe5RtQje9RGcMT0SQVAdKLdgwJVXMPR2sKPh8fgU/s1600/BU13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWQFovqvyrSKCTPs-C5XJwEGUatXL0MCGTR9mszZILoO1MTABrS4XQDD6pI9k21Fnxz_hWLfQyZCJT9Wc9fFRVG3FyfCdqL2ZxyTFe5RtQje9RGcMT0SQVAdKLdgwJVXMPR2sKPh8fgU/s320/BU13.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-56877225912914699332013-08-14T09:49:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:27:12.151-08:00"Yours"... Truly!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cQj15ycWbgGcFDEh69xAghIy_3w3PFVV8PDW3iJ56GClFyLzGdDi_PjSiXXsYHeHBgwHSTZmQJ_BJKoBubysH7tItNXNK34zMCCrUBijSE7-uBWZhGCM5K6TJFo-OrBpZ3alW5tiOmY/s1600/SY00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cQj15ycWbgGcFDEh69xAghIy_3w3PFVV8PDW3iJ56GClFyLzGdDi_PjSiXXsYHeHBgwHSTZmQJ_BJKoBubysH7tItNXNK34zMCCrUBijSE7-uBWZhGCM5K6TJFo-OrBpZ3alW5tiOmY/s320/SY00.jpg" width="198" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I can't imagine how I made it nearly forty-six years on this earth and yet have never been exposed (until just the other day) to the 1955 debacle <b>Sincerely Yours</b>, the first starring role in a film by pianist extraordinare Liberace. It also proved, quite swiftly, to be the LAST starring role in a film by Liberace!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdR7QFIPPyiMsc2QuqNAKeXXKfoLRlU9jqKFYCVCdX-3D7cwV4VAv6wS61WcPDmrpGoTXrM32qIAaDonf5GhKAMAdLHYJlA0vOmlQ9dyyMAYAUcBvvzA_5eEh2UAH7p2M5iDbtjw7dTbs/s1600/SY10b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdR7QFIPPyiMsc2QuqNAKeXXKfoLRlU9jqKFYCVCdX-3D7cwV4VAv6wS61WcPDmrpGoTXrM32qIAaDonf5GhKAMAdLHYJlA0vOmlQ9dyyMAYAUcBvvzA_5eEh2UAH7p2M5iDbtjw7dTbs/s320/SY10b.JPG" width="244" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In 1955, Wladziu Valentino Liberace (of Polish descent) was a monumentally popular nightclub pianist-turned television star thanks to his The Liberace Show, an intimate, schmaltzy program in which he engaged the audience in conversation and sometimes music education while deftly tinkling the ivories in a unique, highly-individualized fashion. Liberace had made a few brief film appearances and in 1950 had played a honky tonk pianist <b>South Sea Sinner</b> with Shelley Winters, but had never carried a movie.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2uOckaE-e8dwesdDKLg9mQTUYJupBcnVeoI2A-7er6kOvZsgC8v_K5afFcmYdSl-rTZRl_dhCIgfSDCx-O98Xl3an4Ry4FLjFihVzbV4cInBXql5jEaargeA1M8WTZU6yvEHKnuM1Iro/s1600/SY00c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2uOckaE-e8dwesdDKLg9mQTUYJupBcnVeoI2A-7er6kOvZsgC8v_K5afFcmYdSl-rTZRl_dhCIgfSDCx-O98Xl3an4Ry4FLjFihVzbV4cInBXql5jEaargeA1M8WTZU6yvEHKnuM1Iro/s320/SY00c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vpbq8oHAgFhrC7IWxtC4nH2_ukXcueTZfWfNIYpsXscbFHbfeyCbABEgNtmFHWpbM-VJs9s97HYdDr6FY30ABY753cavo5Mbk5L0La6tGwSdJIgYi4xHS1mV-FWIq8flWstuiRHslVE/s1600/SY00a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vpbq8oHAgFhrC7IWxtC4nH2_ukXcueTZfWfNIYpsXscbFHbfeyCbABEgNtmFHWpbM-VJs9s97HYdDr6FY30ABY753cavo5Mbk5L0La6tGwSdJIgYi4xHS1mV-FWIq8flWstuiRHslVE/s320/SY00a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Warner Brothers offered the showman a two-picture deal in which he would rake in that vast black & white TV audience for some lavish, high gloss entertainment. For the first picture, they chose to remake and slightly update a creaky old property that had been a Broadway play called The Silent Voice. Filmed in 1915 under its original name as <b>The Silent Voice</b> with Francis X Bushman and then again in 1922 with George Arliss, the title was changed this time to <b>The Man Who Played God. </b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZbsT6TPq0ZsYzxZTQCzJcMbBAlwq-nxc1nsmfZcPsUFArk6onpQ58mhdTItz5oBxaKRsOJZDyRfbJEdkT-hGOhMXO-3IcCItkNA-J5_Pi7Nmz3dd9Cf-b_U-rmkFuUjOY0BnBLovUnmo/s1600/SY00d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZbsT6TPq0ZsYzxZTQCzJcMbBAlwq-nxc1nsmfZcPsUFArk6onpQ58mhdTItz5oBxaKRsOJZDyRfbJEdkT-hGOhMXO-3IcCItkNA-J5_Pi7Nmz3dd9Cf-b_U-rmkFuUjOY0BnBLovUnmo/s320/SY00d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Those both being silent films, the story was filmed again in 1932 with sound, again called <b>The Man Who Played God </b>and again with George Arliss. The plot concerned a successful concert pianist who goes deaf and almost falls apart, but through the art of lip-reading begins to help people out of various fixes, in effect playing God. Eventually, he reads the lips of his fiancee (played by Bette Davis!) and discovers that she is in love with someone else. Arliss was by then sixty-four years old (and looked every second of it and more), though he was a tremendously admired and beloved cinematic figure.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfdse-plLS_kHMHCw6WYhvcZgS0X9yoZknLjkGJOMIPalfxRL0QqRIH6jkj-_ka0YRv_ma6NxDFt8lOsVw9k1nozwKNMy_Pt2uLKLcTF9mJLImbS0VDihBON9yH8HKIz4MKMPyL99lRek/s1600/SY10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfdse-plLS_kHMHCw6WYhvcZgS0X9yoZknLjkGJOMIPalfxRL0QqRIH6jkj-_ka0YRv_ma6NxDFt8lOsVw9k1nozwKNMy_Pt2uLKLcTF9mJLImbS0VDihBON9yH8HKIz4MKMPyL99lRek/s320/SY10.JPG" width="254" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">For Liberace's rendition of this august tale, the title was changed to <b>Sincerely Yours</b>. The lead character's name had originally been Franklyn Starr and then Montgomery Royale, but for this version was changed to the presumably less flowery Anthony Warrin. Previous versions had also included a heavy dose of mother love, which was eliminated here (even though Liberace was an avowed mama's boy himself as seen at left.) Liberace's character was a touring piano showman who employed a crotchety manager (William Demarest) and an attractive, but understated, secretary (Joanne Dru.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja-P157dZvrh0CaFQof-7_6KUK8vjkl2WZsljYbzMWyp_HaymKbNG3QJY2pw5DZ-joUm_oB42CExvy1v0Dc3dD4o6-lxOEaaJuR5TU8yhZ_WVqXaVp9WUzzRnOn_7yOoYrxvlULPjdGNA/s1600/SY01b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja-P157dZvrh0CaFQof-7_6KUK8vjkl2WZsljYbzMWyp_HaymKbNG3QJY2pw5DZ-joUm_oB42CExvy1v0Dc3dD4o6-lxOEaaJuR5TU8yhZ_WVqXaVp9WUzzRnOn_7yOoYrxvlULPjdGNA/s320/SY01b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As the film opens, Liberace is playing to a packed house with every seat taken up to the rafters. Closer inspection reveals that only the first two or three rows have people in them. The rest is an elaborate painting with hordes of painted faces stacked upon one another! (Hans Koenekamp is credited with “special effects” of which this was apparently one...)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwzub4kA80fZo1D-6h0_YJalADPRWsYMdFKDLzWRvzmIo6Le4PiFSH6C5Sc79ajJFmev_b_8pMERNn2PxEe4tKxZ76D2CJmhhNphzpOOqjM2bVv-fJU6jguqU2V6X8k2TqNqZle9-gh8/s1600/SY01d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwzub4kA80fZo1D-6h0_YJalADPRWsYMdFKDLzWRvzmIo6Le4PiFSH6C5Sc79ajJFmev_b_8pMERNn2PxEe4tKxZ76D2CJmhhNphzpOOqjM2bVv-fJU6jguqU2V6X8k2TqNqZle9-gh8/s320/SY01d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyhxc35_yohANoZb12glqmnGSLxuBx4mHGE1xE1Wgkzei1zr9SF2QvQcLhvnU3BIzrdshyTSZWmWiYen0KXG9-2-cqiK57uFPIfZpH0M4j_UZ3x_NtD7vy4ybkkLdP4J2sE2S_TThVxiM/s1600/SY01e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyhxc35_yohANoZb12glqmnGSLxuBx4mHGE1xE1Wgkzei1zr9SF2QvQcLhvnU3BIzrdshyTSZWmWiYen0KXG9-2-cqiK57uFPIfZpH0M4j_UZ3x_NtD7vy4ybkkLdP4J2sE2S_TThVxiM/s320/SY01e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Eventually, Liberace gets up and asks if the audience has any requests. Somehow, he's supposed to be able to hear this throng of people all shouting at once and still pick out one pea-sized girl up near the ceiling who wants to hear “Chopsticks.” He agrees to play it and, after the predictably simple start, proceeds to perform a “wow” rendition that startles the freckle-faced boy in front of the girl who'd once been derisive about it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8FI1YZB3tNpOQdWP1s0hFoO39AUWupyIU1QlpcIN4NMIFu0HW0McLQMZ193wvFNxy1B_8INNdj315M7OminkO7ANeQcZt2VH0BvfNghsbturkEIFkuXC9Hm0bgrCI-V-Z9TxdD7-Dq0/s1600/SY01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8FI1YZB3tNpOQdWP1s0hFoO39AUWupyIU1QlpcIN4NMIFu0HW0McLQMZ193wvFNxy1B_8INNdj315M7OminkO7ANeQcZt2VH0BvfNghsbturkEIFkuXC9Hm0bgrCI-V-Z9TxdD7-Dq0/s320/SY01.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjAzPeDulZhmJt0nKgYPTz1Flx4AcKTq-eNPaOAl03KnYHdgo81Tx71WRBqSq1FNwWHYYMR710Ny_0b7xcBvp3bPCzEkTfOvsMa-Wof0RuzFDsyDw8otKNVxOS9wtWplns-tbXMd83xNA/s1600/SY01f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjAzPeDulZhmJt0nKgYPTz1Flx4AcKTq-eNPaOAl03KnYHdgo81Tx71WRBqSq1FNwWHYYMR710Ny_0b7xcBvp3bPCzEkTfOvsMa-Wof0RuzFDsyDw8otKNVxOS9wtWplns-tbXMd83xNA/s320/SY01f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Next we see Lee (Liberace's real-life nickname, which I will occasionally use for variety's sake) in his hotel suite with Dru. Dressed in a gorgeously saturated red robe (a color that pops up to beautiful effect on several occasions), not green as the tinted photo above depicts, he is answering fan mail and responding to Dru about personal appearance requests. His ear-assaultingly nasal voice tosses off pithy remarks to each thing she says, for example turning down an avocado festival because they're “too fattening” and an aquarium because he doesn't want to get "seasick."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzs7-Xx-ptDB1NSkK1GEwFhPghBuUw9JjvV0Xa8chatr3Ft_DsfiCN0gh5GzO2_PYg2CKXr5xn5Fy25Y5zbf2AVYrSCjORFecoLyyPoGKOrNGBg6W6hPFB2aXNMBTWRB8JEyqbSLxrrfU/s1600/SY02a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzs7-Xx-ptDB1NSkK1GEwFhPghBuUw9JjvV0Xa8chatr3Ft_DsfiCN0gh5GzO2_PYg2CKXr5xn5Fy25Y5zbf2AVYrSCjORFecoLyyPoGKOrNGBg6W6hPFB2aXNMBTWRB8JEyqbSLxrrfU/s320/SY02a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The concert is taking place in San Francisco, leading Dru to remark, “You're very popular in San Francisco” as if we didn't know! There's a feeble attempt to butch Lee up a bit when it's discovered that he is supposed to be escorting Dru to “the big fight” and is even betting on the outcome. When Dru mentions a telegram that has come in, Liberace suddenly bursts into the bathroom to ask Demarest about it.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRi6I1NjCjZIP90ctqV90qyNiTX5sr3bRFTLM3CzWmdYCpFRPHuuHF_PzS99z5wBrI2Ed-LjKflIUXkx11vhvUZGKH7ka09gtV303wu9wzNh5kFjF6abaf8Fl-G371gxTMls1dKHw_io/s1600/SY02d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRi6I1NjCjZIP90ctqV90qyNiTX5sr3bRFTLM3CzWmdYCpFRPHuuHF_PzS99z5wBrI2Ed-LjKflIUXkx11vhvUZGKH7ka09gtV303wu9wzNh5kFjF6abaf8Fl-G371gxTMls1dKHw_io/s320/SY02d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Here, in the movie's big beefcake scene, sixty-three year-old Demarest is shown plopped down in a bubble bath, scrubbing himself with a brush while smoking a cigar! Ever the curmudgeon, he blathers and lathers on while Lee searches for the telegram. It's an invitation he's long dreamed of to play Carnegie Hall. All he has to do first is allow a representative to watch him in action beforehand.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpvKWqe7F0onIzNxIeZZAQ-kLuc3dxarqfkAnRDMOYFrwT-IPewg94O39luCf3ETKH6bir_NZJ3BJlJK244RnhDcwjaKnOpHoR1lQhX8lAmB4ZUUDyO8EFs42KDmic7QKitH31KvDGBo/s1600/SY02f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpvKWqe7F0onIzNxIeZZAQ-kLuc3dxarqfkAnRDMOYFrwT-IPewg94O39luCf3ETKH6bir_NZJ3BJlJK244RnhDcwjaKnOpHoR1lQhX8lAmB4ZUUDyO8EFs42KDmic7QKitH31KvDGBo/s200/SY02f.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As the conversation continues, Demarest wriggles around in the tub enough to make the viewer worry that the suds are not going to do their job and keep everything under wraps that is supposed to be in a mid-1950s movie! Even though this is a far more likely domestic scenario for real-life Lee than the one with his female secretary, he seems to take pains not to look at Demarest during the sequence.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha6GPiuU6Rju6UKoQlW7iyO7TRRwJN7RR0KrCX7MajXh4U2pMitx-oamzyoWDptv60t7xOHJLpGMqRYldqUDkBXfmqO-jyMdG3euMOGZ-W32sy2feHohTGHsAJxifk12adg3FyujxqDyk/s1600/SY02e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha6GPiuU6Rju6UKoQlW7iyO7TRRwJN7RR0KrCX7MajXh4U2pMitx-oamzyoWDptv60t7xOHJLpGMqRYldqUDkBXfmqO-jyMdG3euMOGZ-W32sy2feHohTGHsAJxifk12adg3FyujxqDyk/s320/SY02e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Dru is in Dorothy McQuire mode here, the lonesome, pining, buttoned-up secretary, primly admiring her boss, but doing little to nothing about it. She sports a pair of cats-eye glasses that make her seem even more bookish and nondescript. Demarest can see that she has a thing for Liberace, but Liberace is utterly blind to it.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnoSwAtGljdymVcPYwixcyouLVBycrE4TU_gsDf-hyO1i9heXDb-kiT4iQrRU7_mf_SPc7wPIgHU4Otq-C5LPvdSbREFJ5LgWM09waOv7Q7s5_n10sAfCHRdNX2ACTjNaedcYol6zPTiM/s1600/SY01c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnoSwAtGljdymVcPYwixcyouLVBycrE4TU_gsDf-hyO1i9heXDb-kiT4iQrRU7_mf_SPc7wPIgHU4Otq-C5LPvdSbREFJ5LgWM09waOv7Q7s5_n10sAfCHRdNX2ACTjNaedcYol6zPTiM/s200/SY01c.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He trots off to meet one of his old piano teachers and mentors whose apartment/studio is in town. Entering the apartment, he sits at the piano and begins to play, though the maestro isn't there himself. Now we have a “meet cute” as luscious blonde socialite Dorothy Malone comes in, ostensibly to procure the services of the piano teacher, but sneaky-pants Lee pretends to be the teacher!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He listens to her bland, rote playing and critiques her accordingly, trying to get her to feel the music when the real instructor finally comes in and blows Liberace's cover. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY4hD3AGpL2kx-PHzhW7bMmpgMM6jPVOKoNcMovvsKKQ-Bzz7u5IXvSB448LLHxvw_GcSF_nP6NERnD5pwDkiKO62XxQGwdpIpevgzVEcGMiOcO9_-2fU5C8F2l-SiqBuec0OAR9p2teY/s1600/SY02b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY4hD3AGpL2kx-PHzhW7bMmpgMM6jPVOKoNcMovvsKKQ-Bzz7u5IXvSB448LLHxvw_GcSF_nP6NERnD5pwDkiKO62XxQGwdpIpevgzVEcGMiOcO9_-2fU5C8F2l-SiqBuec0OAR9p2teY/s200/SY02b.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Remarkably, Malone isn't particularly perturbed by the trick that was pulled on her and she agrees to go have lunch with Lee at an Italian restaurant. She's even understanding when it turns out that Liberace has left his wallet in another jacket and she has to shell out for lunch!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRjN396Wqm6rt114gbX_VKgsMuitLixyP_G0DP9iuu13bq2CBLYYU50qMM2580IEzISW-y5417zr3y-H95i0pa195CcHvceGBjT8D_eD4p9BnUYs4qALzIW_hCZeWKzJkn79LuptRpg30/s1600/SY03c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRjN396Wqm6rt114gbX_VKgsMuitLixyP_G0DP9iuu13bq2CBLYYU50qMM2580IEzISW-y5417zr3y-H95i0pa195CcHvceGBjT8D_eD4p9BnUYs4qALzIW_hCZeWKzJkn79LuptRpg30/s320/SY03c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Thus begins a whirlwind courtship in which they date and dine all over town. That same first night, while in a supper club, the celebrated pianist is called up from his table by the resident bandleader to perform for everyone (something Lee does with nary a nanosecond of hesitation.) Before playing, he sits on the lip of the stage, flirting with a quartet of older society matrons, one frantic, heaving lady in particular. He asks her if she wants to touch him, which she does, but he explains that up higher on his leg is where he gets “the message!”</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdalOFw7G3cv2MhyphenhyphenToc4n1hv57B8H8Z0iDpmbuakOGj0w852SkTo_LdPe6zPLSFM9wZIjnlVmFWG-jqN2skBdIDO7yIypMltBMuCZVklNcJXL_JrWfJofvqv9BHsJvbs3fBp4JNxAP_SQ/s1600/SY05b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdalOFw7G3cv2MhyphenhyphenToc4n1hv57B8H8Z0iDpmbuakOGj0w852SkTo_LdPe6zPLSFM9wZIjnlVmFWG-jqN2skBdIDO7yIypMltBMuCZVklNcJXL_JrWfJofvqv9BHsJvbs3fBp4JNxAP_SQ/s320/SY05b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ksqpuT61CRfPohAppLSBBvq0gPLlzmRDScIxog1hsF6UZLe1UYSpR9fo8DMvGBmnSyXHc1AR_iEpc2VzQqYMzOyUt4jqYmNF6kcsZoq3DzkFBflm9Zayf8iFmv5mGLUnOhLXpSXvu4Y/s1600/SY03d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ksqpuT61CRfPohAppLSBBvq0gPLlzmRDScIxog1hsF6UZLe1UYSpR9fo8DMvGBmnSyXHc1AR_iEpc2VzQqYMzOyUt4jqYmNF6kcsZoq3DzkFBflm9Zayf8iFmv5mGLUnOhLXpSXvu4Y/s200/SY03d.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Malone isn't at all jealous of this, of course, and sits beaming throughout the performance, clearly beginning to fall for the performer's charisma. As an aside, I happen to love Dorothy Malone and think she had the most glorious coloring in her films, with big, luminous eyes and a sensual voice emanating from a sexy mouth. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjazOli1Wljwd3j-iaQwZAKPN30Xf8g8aoEdvvgD7F9Uf0vbyjRBhGXTdsq3HWlDshZcxVkuHxQyxMqHSi7h1koTiIRNG_Cd9r6bjSaVvix9T0SCj1pdISnFmmmEyTDU5d61pm053f0o9Y/s1600/SY03e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjazOli1Wljwd3j-iaQwZAKPN30Xf8g8aoEdvvgD7F9Uf0vbyjRBhGXTdsq3HWlDshZcxVkuHxQyxMqHSi7h1koTiIRNG_Cd9r6bjSaVvix9T0SCj1pdISnFmmmEyTDU5d61pm053f0o9Y/s320/SY03e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Things heat up, so to speak, when he gets back to the table and kisses Malone. Then, after the patrons begin to holler “encore!” he awkwardly plants another tightly-clamped smack against her lips to the delight of everyone. (In a perfect world, Miss Malone, who is now in her late-eighties, would be recording a DVD commentary for this movie and relaying her experiences of this and other scenes during filming!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT2OLKwdeZVH9e3Z4rqQoZ9pdlZjWLoEg9xTpQKAuYsNYRb32spkWmJvxcG5cDcIsOToFTXCAm3cFzViG4V1zzQz4KGVndxerjY9Gv3XNOqYFkNFs1t6zbn3qgZePIZShxrqaNpwnOALQ/s1600/SY10e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT2OLKwdeZVH9e3Z4rqQoZ9pdlZjWLoEg9xTpQKAuYsNYRb32spkWmJvxcG5cDcIsOToFTXCAm3cFzViG4V1zzQz4KGVndxerjY9Gv3XNOqYFkNFs1t6zbn3qgZePIZShxrqaNpwnOALQ/s320/SY10e.jpg" width="197" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In fact, even to achieve this repellent lip-lock, Liberace required a little help from director Gordon Douglas, seen here guiding Lee and Malone into one of their smooches. (Incidentally, the one below that with Dru isn't even in the film as they are in the costumes from their first scene together!) Anyway, all of the kissing scenes in every respect are cringe-inducing...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_uHA0a5yhXnwdRT3CZmVhf7ZSNfkO1KfqG53yzWNmzUhIXyRaUtjedFFX8-d-eASSEY716RgYpTygFLuLuYyQ5XDYICUZNkAJCRwbc6JXCjVPsAI86JjyJvLt3YeZHFNNjSv_XuY18NM/s1600/SY02c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_uHA0a5yhXnwdRT3CZmVhf7ZSNfkO1KfqG53yzWNmzUhIXyRaUtjedFFX8-d-eASSEY716RgYpTygFLuLuYyQ5XDYICUZNkAJCRwbc6JXCjVPsAI86JjyJvLt3YeZHFNNjSv_XuY18NM/s320/SY02c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3aeEYZwb1PBuXs5s_10mcaalHDSEkVyUuudQ_ojaoL_TLRPnA7cbHKotTZmB_wsh6JBqHdD1u_PnfNaIr7hXLqaZH9mMaWd4HAAtrivGPg2ZyxxAEiT2plb3QrClfpcduxqnsAgU8Qps/s1600/SY03f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3aeEYZwb1PBuXs5s_10mcaalHDSEkVyUuudQ_ojaoL_TLRPnA7cbHKotTZmB_wsh6JBqHdD1u_PnfNaIr7hXLqaZH9mMaWd4HAAtrivGPg2ZyxxAEiT2plb3QrClfpcduxqnsAgU8Qps/s320/SY03f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The couples' next hot date is to a museum. The elevator operator recognizes Liberace and prevents him from following the tour. He instead escorts him to an empty, closed-off, special room in which pianos having belonged to classical composers are gathered. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0O5MHHn7TL1xuQHKp_df0EegtdW64ZhoXhIHGU-MbboTDnIvBOUb7g7NTtm_vZ7sFQCGV5WRJ6irhsSsjWv8Rt9PRIxRjxeil_JThnHIR4MqlpiD2b2QeXKVHRqEsEy6iAcuo4xhYdHA/s1600/SY04c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0O5MHHn7TL1xuQHKp_df0EegtdW64ZhoXhIHGU-MbboTDnIvBOUb7g7NTtm_vZ7sFQCGV5WRJ6irhsSsjWv8Rt9PRIxRjxeil_JThnHIR4MqlpiD2b2QeXKVHRqEsEy6iAcuo4xhYdHA/s200/SY04c.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Liberace proceeds to take a turn on each one of these priceless instruments, playing compositions written by each of the gentlemen in question. Again, Malone looks out dreamily, enraptured by the skillful playing of her new gentleman friend (and sporting a great hat.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4tdFr_wtJqxcvXDM95-EKwRg8pGsv7vgX1yx5gy6g0cM5UUFxMvHxYBO50YP1PAGQX9grvkk2x5zNhZflE5ZvI0yl3klUAT7q6m_hYAjGj6Vf-ju2FarAj3TJ3YNuMvLU1pU5eCTvX1A/s1600/SY06.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4tdFr_wtJqxcvXDM95-EKwRg8pGsv7vgX1yx5gy6g0cM5UUFxMvHxYBO50YP1PAGQX9grvkk2x5zNhZflE5ZvI0yl3klUAT7q6m_hYAjGj6Vf-ju2FarAj3TJ3YNuMvLU1pU5eCTvX1A/s200/SY06.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Now Liberace has another concert performance, this one for the benefit of the Carnegie Hall booking agent. Here Dru is confronted for the first time by “blonde” Malone who, like Liberace himself, has no clue that Dru is harboring feelings for her employer.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2b_Rx4TaGn8gschfXuiNRced7TxngA2_f51TI_AvQj7TfOVXv-Eefue3fyUa-HtRjIoT6-rnnimBsJIYp8AYNOMTdv49bP3joOkFDMalKxLupUuhNk51mWSjtafWWnUkxuWiQ154g3g/s1600/SY04d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2b_Rx4TaGn8gschfXuiNRced7TxngA2_f51TI_AvQj7TfOVXv-Eefue3fyUa-HtRjIoT6-rnnimBsJIYp8AYNOMTdv49bP3joOkFDMalKxLupUuhNk51mWSjtafWWnUkxuWiQ154g3g/s320/SY04d.JPG" width="221" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">It's another sold out performance, only one seat is conspicuously absent next to Malone, and as the show wears on, a G.I. slithers in to claim it. He's so hypnotized by the performance of Liberace that he passes the empty seat and plants himself instead on top of Malone! (Note the deeply saturated red coat she's wearing.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">After this unusual encounter, the man (Alex Nicol) takes his own seat and proceeds to lap up the intoxicating music of the star pianist.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGY4jFpJ1omNI6S3Gzi_QqtxtEF0oSiUEzksqLhPDKO9v3UuBMTYJOs92H0W-NIT0BhUMUxkYoFdUo6K_cBzK7gEtYixxtu3MSXPgqDUx2h00dpBNu0YmUqmTHsMu4D6uwmNzayjW2HE/s1600/SY04e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGY4jFpJ1omNI6S3Gzi_QqtxtEF0oSiUEzksqLhPDKO9v3UuBMTYJOs92H0W-NIT0BhUMUxkYoFdUo6K_cBzK7gEtYixxtu3MSXPgqDUx2h00dpBNu0YmUqmTHsMu4D6uwmNzayjW2HE/s320/SY04e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBgfpNiu8t2M9Ji2GMh88Snnse4q-8GwbJ0hzw_bmc8uBKNJUxV0_ePY1wCtLYDLOYUstXS8I0x9ekorKn1sIKtulUqMa3ryNbDViKYgPYcNt0A4nEN-gETWW4DCyBM8qGIhgRF2nFvs/s1600/SY04f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBgfpNiu8t2M9Ji2GMh88Snnse4q-8GwbJ0hzw_bmc8uBKNJUxV0_ePY1wCtLYDLOYUstXS8I0x9ekorKn1sIKtulUqMa3ryNbDViKYgPYcNt0A4nEN-gETWW4DCyBM8qGIhgRF2nFvs/s200/SY04f.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">At intermission, Nicol and Malone strike up a conversation over a drink. He's a composer himself and the way he languidly leans around on the furniture and beams at the sight of Liberace, one wonders if he isn't going to try to make a play for him himself! However, it turns out that he is more interested in Malone. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOedHr0Vxy-f7y4G7kvjA7aG0B1lVjiLYLp5Mdj3mbe1k4FJL7z2XRs5kqfx6f4576FAk5bt5Fysvvqzkp17l6dWQ-FmxePAAo_5xKRXIldNkLgK3StiEKvTblMFWYOEq2FnapNLRdoK0/s1600/SY05c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOedHr0Vxy-f7y4G7kvjA7aG0B1lVjiLYLp5Mdj3mbe1k4FJL7z2XRs5kqfx6f4576FAk5bt5Fysvvqzkp17l6dWQ-FmxePAAo_5xKRXIldNkLgK3StiEKvTblMFWYOEq2FnapNLRdoK0/s320/SY05c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">During the encore, as Dru, Demarest and the Carnegie rep look on, Liberace begins to play as suddenly realizes that he is having trouble hearing the piano. (This is a far cry from when he could hear a little girl hundreds of feet up in the air requesting that he play “Chopsticks!”) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_XB-3pgpG0xCWCkcsvIUzbjf383UczWeF5aUWYkSFmdZ41prTW4cBNXTpvujW_9iXdgu465B3YdnzU7fmzNKqlx5QPbAIMM-rrMIIuChjzUOFrUof1U0E68Mi4QYdHsFZX-59qg1C-Mg/s1600/SY05d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="98" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_XB-3pgpG0xCWCkcsvIUzbjf383UczWeF5aUWYkSFmdZ41prTW4cBNXTpvujW_9iXdgu465B3YdnzU7fmzNKqlx5QPbAIMM-rrMIIuChjzUOFrUof1U0E68Mi4QYdHsFZX-59qg1C-Mg/s200/SY05d.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In an unintentionally hilarious sequence, he begins to sweat and fret over the impending hearing loss, his usually almost expressionless face starting to take on occasional moments of movement and emotion. He frantically tries to finish up the piece and get off the stage, even cutting the song short.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSNGW1wAhsU_LZ1Qvy6SqUE6-UxCXKWCi45lBkn1UpBICwMZ0GmdA0zOb9fJ7CsTt1gSdOWaD9a-IAxklr5VxtXcNqogvZ7u90y0EFRKLCfVt5gu-JWxwcG1jALpiRicUwj-WA68r65wk/s1600/SY05e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSNGW1wAhsU_LZ1Qvy6SqUE6-UxCXKWCi45lBkn1UpBICwMZ0GmdA0zOb9fJ7CsTt1gSdOWaD9a-IAxklr5VxtXcNqogvZ7u90y0EFRKLCfVt5gu-JWxwcG1jALpiRicUwj-WA68r65wk/s320/SY05e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">His hearing returns, but then – as luck would have it – THE night he is to perform at Carnegie Hall, he's all decked out (in one of his publicized 29 costume changes) and ready to go on, but then suddenly loses his hearing again! This time it doesn't come back.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPCEA6yvu2OSJXnLwebNiukOBUkscidgXT20KevMTb4bi9duhs2kOLhvyxL1PWBEP_WciEWMUlPMCxDvyXZL5vfjZy1jx7RR0y1s9Hs6gEqgXsT2X2rbPwWbJ8IXGKuUbEmsqT5Ofsggw/s1600/SY06c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPCEA6yvu2OSJXnLwebNiukOBUkscidgXT20KevMTb4bi9duhs2kOLhvyxL1PWBEP_WciEWMUlPMCxDvyXZL5vfjZy1jx7RR0y1s9Hs6gEqgXsT2X2rbPwWbJ8IXGKuUbEmsqT5Ofsggw/s320/SY06c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Each time Liberace experiences hearing loss, he gets this odd, staring expression on his face. You can't exactly call him “wooden,” more like waxen... His already angular, semi-dark features sometimes take on a sullen, almost vampiric quality! Rather than clue the public in on what has happened to him, a story of his “injuring his hand” is released to the press.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-xnulFxRRP52I2MoPUsC53FGWDpKqAxuhxF4xn-fjTUnkBAxT2DybVKBeU_pkyZvj1ZrXnudtgIW-IwNAgCkM0oJhLwqWkoLJqStyILTpGG0Q94g8nVPM3L5hLPt8jR3C8PLLz8W-zNU/s1600/SY06f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-xnulFxRRP52I2MoPUsC53FGWDpKqAxuhxF4xn-fjTUnkBAxT2DybVKBeU_pkyZvj1ZrXnudtgIW-IwNAgCkM0oJhLwqWkoLJqStyILTpGG0Q94g8nVPM3L5hLPt8jR3C8PLLz8W-zNU/s320/SY06f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Since his hearing loss is likely to be permanent (the only solution being a risky, very serious operation with no guarantee of success), Liberace takes refuge in his glorious, all-white penthouse apartment. He is visited by a man who instructs him in the skill of lip-reading, so that he will eventually be able to communicate with people, so long as he can see their mouths move. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6rrVXJxFmTIrq7zaqEULw4r_CNNC8k590fx4Z5WlA2kkw-VqhsQ1dngzUIJY0mC469kXp7Am5PMX0CpQnrP6DN8nNBh9Xu0WsYDx4jcMkqi07yUQZ7TtqR6Bqb8nPnUMSdu7srW4AXXY/s1600/SY06e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6rrVXJxFmTIrq7zaqEULw4r_CNNC8k590fx4Z5WlA2kkw-VqhsQ1dngzUIJY0mC469kXp7Am5PMX0CpQnrP6DN8nNBh9Xu0WsYDx4jcMkqi07yUQZ7TtqR6Bqb8nPnUMSdu7srW4AXXY/s320/SY06e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Malone, who'd been off visiting her parents, races to see her fiance after his disastrous Carnegie cancellation, but is halted in the foyer by Dru who tells her as considerately as she can that Liberace is now deaf.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqvzwuEzBq4zEf6QqamHrCPM2mrTEI1f-aF6jU7efP4sfot_UkCQFzR3kDjrZIt_XwZi-HRhb2YniYOJqwrdE_Yji7fbR0u9-1rGeh1XhCZ-hB6uet_4bSm6kBzMb9CWEV3AdPwM7OxUI/s1600/SY03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqvzwuEzBq4zEf6QqamHrCPM2mrTEI1f-aF6jU7efP4sfot_UkCQFzR3kDjrZIt_XwZi-HRhb2YniYOJqwrdE_Yji7fbR0u9-1rGeh1XhCZ-hB6uet_4bSm6kBzMb9CWEV3AdPwM7OxUI/s320/SY03.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Malone writes messages on a pad for Lee to read and he can respond verbally. He feels it best that she go away for a while and allow him to work on his convalescence by himself. She reluctantly agrees to leave him, planning to return after a time.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOoZTgG07E8J_d7JtheNkEG3q7pKOlLjPugfjUvf9p6UgHWCCGZJL_xRdy8Fg1oqpjW9bzR2LrogSuUtsrKFR3GhlfIOPcUKTz5A9FeZvYeedXELOqmk5_OB9cbjdX7-gLCXY5U_vKBtc/s1600/SY07c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOoZTgG07E8J_d7JtheNkEG3q7pKOlLjPugfjUvf9p6UgHWCCGZJL_xRdy8Fg1oqpjW9bzR2LrogSuUtsrKFR3GhlfIOPcUKTz5A9FeZvYeedXELOqmk5_OB9cbjdX7-gLCXY5U_vKBtc/s320/SY07c.JPG" width="215" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In order to practice lip-reading, Liberace purchases a honkin' pair of binoculars and peers down the balcony into a park across the street. The first thing he sets his sites on is a gaggle of young boys playing football. He notices that one of the kids (Richard Eyer) is never allowed to play despite wanting to desperately. It turns out that the young boy has some sort of affliction and has to wear braces on his legs.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4nh_atG36Uv9muKcP05uf7YW-dm-1qiIpUayGwtcOwB2ySoPvBscSt5_3mltqzAzsHqCUp7tVWvCEyXPfNzJ3BxMWKh2c5OewCj0UwsCXh5f_2AeRq9w0spMtZ05YxB963dDDtXNX0o/s1600/SY04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4nh_atG36Uv9muKcP05uf7YW-dm-1qiIpUayGwtcOwB2ySoPvBscSt5_3mltqzAzsHqCUp7tVWvCEyXPfNzJ3BxMWKh2c5OewCj0UwsCXh5f_2AeRq9w0spMtZ05YxB963dDDtXNX0o/s320/SY04.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He also spies on a middle-aged woman (Lurene Tuttle) who keeps meeting her beautiful newly-married daughter (Lori Nelson) in the park. The daughter has married in to society and is apparently ashamed of her lowly mother's station in life. She deigns to meet her ever-so-briefly every now and again, shoving money into her palm to make up for the lack of face time she gives her. (Less observant viewers might momentarily think they are watching Malone since she and Nelson have similar coloring and physiques!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uZUCCxWCoB2rzpuuh3lP6VfQeNGRgjX6QE_TcJinmAk3lFi8fjbfh0FSp8-_fj4G6aOWpZCJv7makVUWwGyffDR3WDRqa8NGhqUnQKkPnDX8E5SYEZKZDbYsbFF1Z3S-O0wKJ0IyfI8/s1600/SY07d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uZUCCxWCoB2rzpuuh3lP6VfQeNGRgjX6QE_TcJinmAk3lFi8fjbfh0FSp8-_fj4G6aOWpZCJv7makVUWwGyffDR3WDRqa8NGhqUnQKkPnDX8E5SYEZKZDbYsbFF1Z3S-O0wKJ0IyfI8/s320/SY07d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Dru arrives and proceeds to inform Lee that she has written words to a song that he'd previously composed. The song is “Sincerely Yours” and there can be little doubt as to how she feels once he – stone deaf – picks up the lyrics and proceeds to sing the number as he's playing it for her. Rather than bring him around, though, this whole enterprise seems to deject him even further. (And I am ashamed to say that any time “Sincerely Yours” is played, at the end I am always reminded of the coroner from <b>The Wizard of Oz</b> who sings “she's really most sincerely dead!” in almost the same cadence and melody!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">She departs and he staggers out to the balcony (with dead leaves symbolically dotting the floor) and begins to contemplate jumping off! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkN9lE5rTqDChX3yOiO3bPdGeJjOOGcdFuktGZ0CVrbntP656R2V1tH5q6iG-Qw_c7HLtHOl_UX2agQe1sC6GeA3-9dJ2y8vLG55VlO7Spp9q65x0Em7Ww1A4a0Kimd_dJL0_YBnTmVgA/s1600/SY05a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkN9lE5rTqDChX3yOiO3bPdGeJjOOGcdFuktGZ0CVrbntP656R2V1tH5q6iG-Qw_c7HLtHOl_UX2agQe1sC6GeA3-9dJ2y8vLG55VlO7Spp9q65x0Em7Ww1A4a0Kimd_dJL0_YBnTmVgA/s320/SY05a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3M5yyfQbh5otqhO01EoRSrEoXoDPpwLa6M1U5Z-UYrjX4z3S2EI5jqqLZJa6Eo6iFaONDMylhSIwnUbUrpvrTItHbNMqz3trfJHpkQNZxZpj_oyeOFfcKgL0bTPxi_JWuBioqv8n2VDE/s1600/SY07f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3M5yyfQbh5otqhO01EoRSrEoXoDPpwLa6M1U5Z-UYrjX4z3S2EI5jqqLZJa6Eo6iFaONDMylhSIwnUbUrpvrTItHbNMqz3trfJHpkQNZxZpj_oyeOFfcKgL0bTPxi_JWuBioqv8n2VDE/s200/SY07f.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Dru returns, having conveniently forgotten her purse and gloves (but not her glasses which have, by now, disappeared into oblivion... What is it with movie women who just suddenly give up their glasses because they are unflattering and never have need for them again?!?) She catches on to what Lee is doing and races to stop him, giving him a bit of a tongue-lashing in the process.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpvuD_zwEJ7vohkBGMKseF1tebVFpY3_RQfRNIYU0D6_YUmuGacZq6Vtg6NXUN8ju231b7Go9rQ3py7aNQrDM7SZDQmlIjE3koVDPcLUu7yrOmfeT1Unih0ul8gRojgiCqUWLzFBerSs/s1600/SY08a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpvuD_zwEJ7vohkBGMKseF1tebVFpY3_RQfRNIYU0D6_YUmuGacZq6Vtg6NXUN8ju231b7Go9rQ3py7aNQrDM7SZDQmlIjE3koVDPcLUu7yrOmfeT1Unih0ul8gRojgiCqUWLzFBerSs/s200/SY08a.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Despondent, Liberace heads to a nearby church where little Eyer and his grandfather (and no one else!) are present, praying. He lip-reads that Eyer needs an operation in order to have normal use of his legs. Afterwards, he informs Dru that he wants her to contact the grandfather and make arrangements to pay for the surgery himself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiND-wYFEOTODOSlIC4iGJNbrv6T9mXXVKKf1lLTch_7dO_P2JI_3Tk_TXrKHEnpMkvV3Ow_0UozQ_tRg1001otjvZe42kfoVGG9DDwV2ncuQYzyx4KQZ4TipXD-AmLr41gKBZe_NdG1Fc/s1600/SY08d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiND-wYFEOTODOSlIC4iGJNbrv6T9mXXVKKf1lLTch_7dO_P2JI_3Tk_TXrKHEnpMkvV3Ow_0UozQ_tRg1001otjvZe42kfoVGG9DDwV2ncuQYzyx4KQZ4TipXD-AmLr41gKBZe_NdG1Fc/s320/SY08d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYc1ugOivMtUmRW5fBFIUfltp6PC43vcCGXPrI62vNplPgBPdyl9qleroq940VgoSHmiJaKievOPXpvwfnLu4QwoqfJ2keOul6N4zYqBdsLOiq5IvcS9HK2zm98Rva0RJyBtS7kmWAs0U/s1600/SY05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYc1ugOivMtUmRW5fBFIUfltp6PC43vcCGXPrI62vNplPgBPdyl9qleroq940VgoSHmiJaKievOPXpvwfnLu4QwoqfJ2keOul6N4zYqBdsLOiq5IvcS9HK2zm98Rva0RJyBtS7kmWAs0U/s320/SY05.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He continues his binocular stalking of Tuttle and Nelson, with Demarest and Dru onhand to the point where the movie briefly becomes a pale imitation of 1954's Hitchcock film <b>Rear Window</b>, with Dru in the Grace Kelly part and Demarest in the smart-talking Thelma Ritter role!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TjFzBhWWXa7qIgLOe68MFra17zf91px3z7hS3pB_JhGWIVWvPWnSQAUmYMKGXAeEg2l-vwVdby03jA3KojUgK9CXkboGjZaXl8UdFAVQGbWwsrne5blzqv_NPQ3KwoSu2pgWMICpAuQ/s1600/SY06b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TjFzBhWWXa7qIgLOe68MFra17zf91px3z7hS3pB_JhGWIVWvPWnSQAUmYMKGXAeEg2l-vwVdby03jA3KojUgK9CXkboGjZaXl8UdFAVQGbWwsrne5blzqv_NPQ3KwoSu2pgWMICpAuQ/s320/SY06b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYOkbZ17sE5NYFNcoR-41ma1dkivH2F67-NKSMqK8hv49PZKsE9ITRjYcc4msP__pV5YBOhggsf-NEzCWjG94x3p9SpIa-PYaJOp-mc2LvfRUM96A2OxxU24mQ47gZgpoaLeVYmbB8Ync/s1600/SY08e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYOkbZ17sE5NYFNcoR-41ma1dkivH2F67-NKSMqK8hv49PZKsE9ITRjYcc4msP__pV5YBOhggsf-NEzCWjG94x3p9SpIa-PYaJOp-mc2LvfRUM96A2OxxU24mQ47gZgpoaLeVYmbB8Ync/s320/SY08e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Then out of nowhere one night, he awakes to find that he can hear the clock in his bedroom ticking! He can hear again! He darts from the bed and, naturally as his first act since regaining his aural attributes, proceeds to play his piano at full tilt. This wakes up Demarest (who lives there, too?!) who claims he is happy to sit there all night and listen.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1jPyqKkAn9sX8lHNO4dCLZs1rR9dzSNubkrHjm3C5ZJXQhpllrN-5R7yLpxnee4L8PbKXreN8K9bpyAE8fjOOc-gcW6Nm3iwoJwppgWhc1Bp-PuWC4yvdx8Hds0_3QBFveBRQw03qSWo/s1600/SY08f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1jPyqKkAn9sX8lHNO4dCLZs1rR9dzSNubkrHjm3C5ZJXQhpllrN-5R7yLpxnee4L8PbKXreN8K9bpyAE8fjOOc-gcW6Nm3iwoJwppgWhc1Bp-PuWC4yvdx8Hds0_3QBFveBRQw03qSWo/s320/SY08f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Liberace's first order of business now that he's able to hear again is to don a trench coat and head to the park where he can listen first hand to Tuttle and Nelson. After Nelson pulls another one of her “I'm sorry, but here's some money” moments, Liberace decides to take matters into his own hands.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9hHx9USb6PgulIyNRwtW2xTt5J3N_8Ew0Jgd2xlFmoHT0R14GzdVU_8Pd4YlT-iXLkkutrYUcun8sTBlHwGbbr5dBodk7HcINdbHzvrUaj0V6nVwZWjsJzrmXBeDGpHKQbmm3-QIip54/s1600/SY09c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9hHx9USb6PgulIyNRwtW2xTt5J3N_8Ew0Jgd2xlFmoHT0R14GzdVU_8Pd4YlT-iXLkkutrYUcun8sTBlHwGbbr5dBodk7HcINdbHzvrUaj0V6nVwZWjsJzrmXBeDGpHKQbmm3-QIip54/s200/SY09c.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In another sequence reminiscent of a Hitchcock film (this one, <b>Vertigo</b>, yet to come! Maybe Hitch was inspired by this movie!), Lee takes Tuttle on an all-expenses-paid shopping and beauty spree, selecting just the right gown, shoes and hat for her and treating her to a nail and hair styling experience. We gays just love makeovers, so its a great and happy occasion in the movie to see Tuttle transformed from the dowdy, forlorn mom into a vivacious lady. (<b>Lady for a Day </b>or <b>A Pocketful of Miracles</b> anyone?)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkOcS0jbvKfKZBqubjf_c7stfKrcj3Nj90hl0rDbZXOevfHQDFszhSEpqlYtS28m815x4JqU9DdFzbpI5q80bNHYOdw0LrunB9rgYYvKNwG_j71t-Ec7MvvL5OU_JKTtWtA7ov0ajlHJ8/s1600/SY09b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkOcS0jbvKfKZBqubjf_c7stfKrcj3Nj90hl0rDbZXOevfHQDFszhSEpqlYtS28m815x4JqU9DdFzbpI5q80bNHYOdw0LrunB9rgYYvKNwG_j71t-Ec7MvvL5OU_JKTtWtA7ov0ajlHJ8/s320/SY09b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Liberace has a charity event scheduled in which he's to entertain and raise money by taking song requests for $100 apiece. (Note that even after shelling out dough to gussy up Ms. Tuttle, there was no way he was going to be outdone himself. He's sporting a sequined tux jacket!) He utilizes Tuttle (who now looks like the 7th place finalist in a June Allyson look-alike contest) as a glamorous assistant.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj22GiTNntXD3sOLQ6O4mKxFBwki7ypLpdEmJLWAlcqFXCB20VgttfefgOyhMjxu_dzEYFnOu0P842uT1mKPxW_tGAf4nCEh3WrBqKcGKDfyBsncd_182pPJjrspQwQIoSyRmPYENmw174/s1600/SY09e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj22GiTNntXD3sOLQ6O4mKxFBwki7ypLpdEmJLWAlcqFXCB20VgttfefgOyhMjxu_dzEYFnOu0P842uT1mKPxW_tGAf4nCEh3WrBqKcGKDfyBsncd_182pPJjrspQwQIoSyRmPYENmw174/s320/SY09e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Attending the event is Tuttle's daughter Nelson along with her new husband and her in-laws. Note that the husband is played by a young Guy Williams. Also note the presence, just at the back of Liberace, of The Underworld's favorite movie extra Leoda Richards! See <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/12/extra-extra.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/01/mystery-solved.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6x_3u1D6L2J5Yvq2zVYK6tiHLHZMaNWLEroUXsN0NwgMLTgPDIXoEMl_JBCjsLIi790YLT7ekCkj0mHUI51Ak5d1aaUiX2RPHDsS58Bg4Q0mO5H6zwbdteXgLBXCXU3esxH6I3KuXVoQ/s1600/SY09f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6x_3u1D6L2J5Yvq2zVYK6tiHLHZMaNWLEroUXsN0NwgMLTgPDIXoEMl_JBCjsLIi790YLT7ekCkj0mHUI51Ak5d1aaUiX2RPHDsS58Bg4Q0mO5H6zwbdteXgLBXCXU3esxH6I3KuXVoQ/s320/SY09f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As Nelson is confronted with her all new mom, to the eventual delight of everyone present, Leoda Richards is placed to where her face is right in the sight line of anyone looking at the star. You will find this to be the case in movie after movie in which Ms. Richards was employed.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu8wIuCa857zu0K-AKqYi4JM_9ZjzPtoc0rjYAZG9_4rgq5iqiaLiRHxXE7Sdm0_klhoNY__gvKysge3PQoj388kEW777M88mhE8JnJt6a3yrlVbXu1QSiCTW_pzr4NxPu3v9WOVgMJn8/s1600/SY10h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu8wIuCa857zu0K-AKqYi4JM_9ZjzPtoc0rjYAZG9_4rgq5iqiaLiRHxXE7Sdm0_klhoNY__gvKysge3PQoj388kEW777M88mhE8JnJt6a3yrlVbXu1QSiCTW_pzr4NxPu3v9WOVgMJn8/s320/SY10h.JPG" width="319" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Things seem to be going along swimmingly now except, right as the evening is ending, Liberace loses his hearing AGAIN! As it's Christmas, he and his cohorts Demarest and Dru are decorating the tree, with Dru in another of those rich red costumes by Howard Shoup. She has decided to leave Liberace for parts unknown, knowing that Malone will soon be back to claim him for herself.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr2_-G1XMZyxPOwrEsKldlO6XRhWR8_6hn9HUZ3hjKbKNpwrxbR3_dRkSzwqQrV5daMRI9UA04-P65LGcy-fJGj-3iySLpSNU8e6pYPXYNWouVULQuR9EDQXTo596feg4JgHXlHDSPyvg/s1600/SY11c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr2_-G1XMZyxPOwrEsKldlO6XRhWR8_6hn9HUZ3hjKbKNpwrxbR3_dRkSzwqQrV5daMRI9UA04-P65LGcy-fJGj-3iySLpSNU8e6pYPXYNWouVULQuR9EDQXTo596feg4JgHXlHDSPyvg/s200/SY11c.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Little Eyer comes by, accompanied as always by his grandfather, and can now walk normally. He is given an appropriate present from Liberace while Liberace receives one from Eyer. Contained within it, though, is a St. Christopher medal that Eyer used in order to remain brave for his surgery. This sparks Liberace to consider going ahead with the high-risk ear surgery that may restore his hearing for good.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiabub_QsP0ZLA7IkKLBLaM-fU49oued_4OUyS_uP7edeptY6uVWnWpv66wROO8I9dMaEMnYMfEsSPn4jZU9mSS4tAhbfYz0JIDcqjr0v4p3qwSoLspEPTMdHVTD84W400ru4IOTRlRwYI/s1600/SY08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiabub_QsP0ZLA7IkKLBLaM-fU49oued_4OUyS_uP7edeptY6uVWnWpv66wROO8I9dMaEMnYMfEsSPn4jZU9mSS4tAhbfYz0JIDcqjr0v4p3qwSoLspEPTMdHVTD84W400ru4IOTRlRwYI/s320/SY08.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Things take another turn for the worst, though, when Lee is standing on his balcony and, once again with the binoculars, sees Malone arrive, yet not head up to his apartment. She instead goes to the park (how fortunate that everyone goes to the same park bench in the same section of the park for every telling moment of his or her life!) There she meets with the ex-G.I. Nicol and Liberace can see that she is only staying with him out of obligation and has fallen for Nicol romantically.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgc8dB5vQsQ7G0wyMklyJkLxT7NV67sM5gNumsxU1O-57ifzGqbTU_ogdBJyuFIDSRTjRgb0_camekaSTYV6KUzUJvSQRe82PM_2J_GBEafjZ3GyUippTTBvQN8GMXRi5ic-8lDMPwn4/s1600/SY08b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgc8dB5vQsQ7G0wyMklyJkLxT7NV67sM5gNumsxU1O-57ifzGqbTU_ogdBJyuFIDSRTjRgb0_camekaSTYV6KUzUJvSQRe82PM_2J_GBEafjZ3GyUippTTBvQN8GMXRi5ic-8lDMPwn4/s320/SY08b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Once upstairs, Liberace explains what he's seen to Malone and frees her from her promise to him so that she can be happy with the man she truly loves. He then proceeds to go under the knife and see if he will ever hear again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_GZAzR7xx3zVsCwuHi8AnWxy6h_IlLTYE_uCEqQAkha3RhNwTzU1CO7YXB24ap6sQWHpGfns7MQ_Y1UntUpyq0WaPOTcW4hd2gwxgb4BOUmFjSBfz1Wxqg_kHrqCUzzvdGGcltnH0MaA/s1600/SY08c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_GZAzR7xx3zVsCwuHi8AnWxy6h_IlLTYE_uCEqQAkha3RhNwTzU1CO7YXB24ap6sQWHpGfns7MQ_Y1UntUpyq0WaPOTcW4hd2gwxgb4BOUmFjSBfz1Wxqg_kHrqCUzzvdGGcltnH0MaA/s320/SY08c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRuYTbv2CoATbHu_To1dVLUFwvGFl4lBUKKwAL9XicZh3j4B-vcHMhSd1mZQVe4vhBP9uISCuDCklgzgKo9e6z8XSOR_XP1CNq9LaOdwpjWjxkmtV2qlcrmnUM8ZswmL1acH0TYzTvYKk/s1600/SY11d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRuYTbv2CoATbHu_To1dVLUFwvGFl4lBUKKwAL9XicZh3j4B-vcHMhSd1mZQVe4vhBP9uISCuDCklgzgKo9e6z8XSOR_XP1CNq9LaOdwpjWjxkmtV2qlcrmnUM8ZswmL1acH0TYzTvYKk/s200/SY11d.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Once again, unintentional titters spring from the Norma Desmond-ish bandage get-up he is wearing. Even more chuckles come our way when the bandage comes off and he is left with an unruly mop of long salt-and-pepper curls that just out from his head against the crisp white hospital pillow.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6uq118bAdO-B26GIzUTXMhOTqFdwvfqBlbhrI1xd0cEle7I1WVFm3Sp6DDyfGNsU8AbFRbDUkyQqPjhZ0TrsDFU-UbDHW9bcRDqR_mXmFXSFnpIrEqP2kq9N9omNcd2RonEoPbI7KUkI/s1600/SY12c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6uq118bAdO-B26GIzUTXMhOTqFdwvfqBlbhrI1xd0cEle7I1WVFm3Sp6DDyfGNsU8AbFRbDUkyQqPjhZ0TrsDFU-UbDHW9bcRDqR_mXmFXSFnpIrEqP2kq9N9omNcd2RonEoPbI7KUkI/s320/SY12c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm not usually one for spoilers, but if you thought this movie was going to end on a sad note, you must not be very familiar with 1950s musicals... Liberace finally gets to play Carnegie Hall and all of his old friends are on hand to celebrate with him. He actually plays a certain song for each one of them, indicating them with his hand as their turn arrives.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsKQ0PcajwOtnpAVEzu5ec0dfrpwwOTs90iC3kINzmT6527Do_h_oq4-70WFHAHVqesXNRtsyyaPinO40Zfu52OuToVhbdS8MwAf3-Vo7KGd1TY_2VRMdyyDh4qbDthbMrxEKxiQOydyY/s1600/SY09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsKQ0PcajwOtnpAVEzu5ec0dfrpwwOTs90iC3kINzmT6527Do_h_oq4-70WFHAHVqesXNRtsyyaPinO40Zfu52OuToVhbdS8MwAf3-Vo7KGd1TY_2VRMdyyDh4qbDthbMrxEKxiQOydyY/s320/SY09.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The biggest shocker of them all, though, is when he inexplicably pops up off the piano bench and proceeds to perform a flighty, flouncy dance routine! He begins whirling and hopping all over one side of the stage to the delight of everyone in the theatre (and in front of the TV!) Everything is neatly sewn up in time for the end of the movie.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhay7gU4TB2Uj5vnPMLWtqf0DuHujshE00Mxz_mgwP0ALG_vW56mljk0XfTSaKx-IAdf0jPha-F-7Pey6XVMIzLH_Y89PDaRP3281XxXlDYQd5vwSeFrqh19hABxdtomceXBwHBv7JMXa4/s1600/SY00b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhay7gU4TB2Uj5vnPMLWtqf0DuHujshE00Mxz_mgwP0ALG_vW56mljk0XfTSaKx-IAdf0jPha-F-7Pey6XVMIzLH_Y89PDaRP3281XxXlDYQd5vwSeFrqh19hABxdtomceXBwHBv7JMXa4/s200/SY00b.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In <b>Sincerely Yours</b>, Liberace provides a lackluster, painfully in-over-his-head performance in which the audience is simply asked to suspend its disbelief far further than they ought to have to. However, no one can deny that the man knew how to play the piano entertainingly. He plays (and plays and plays!) here deftly and compellingly and it's easy to see why people found him entertaining. It's just that a dramatic and romantic leading man he was NOT.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFYQ0KrN9ts8vAvxzspcKaI9R1MkA_7AHX8YGYVsZn2MzuadEpOyuW3HvANV3mfxoOiRrrix6N-xVLrZ3heowvmisERsO-9v5Obhwyyx9JrV49GTxGPxE81tMH0dIqI9_6WKv4x4uc3No/s1600/SY10f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFYQ0KrN9ts8vAvxzspcKaI9R1MkA_7AHX8YGYVsZn2MzuadEpOyuW3HvANV3mfxoOiRrrix6N-xVLrZ3heowvmisERsO-9v5Obhwyyx9JrV49GTxGPxE81tMH0dIqI9_6WKv4x4uc3No/s320/SY10f.JPG" width="308" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ivUiXh_ZFGXMyfPBOqi4p6r831875fowYAbuw5e7D2aXaSuW62E6ckkTBzbp2vN1ix1TOAk0s9W_sc4KgN1sQwaMdPprhTFnYZsv7PQMEFS_kIdH_AsfGDAHj5HpVT_LKW9kwqOkGdw/s1600/SY09a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ivUiXh_ZFGXMyfPBOqi4p6r831875fowYAbuw5e7D2aXaSuW62E6ckkTBzbp2vN1ix1TOAk0s9W_sc4KgN1sQwaMdPprhTFnYZsv7PQMEFS_kIdH_AsfGDAHj5HpVT_LKW9kwqOkGdw/s320/SY09a.jpg" width="218" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This film's failure was so pronounced that Warner Brothers would rather pay him off than actually proceed with the second picture he was meant to star in! Over the course of his colorful life, he had more than one occasion in which he “cried all the way to the bank,” whether it be scathing reviews despite sell-out houses, "slanderous" magazine articles that he fought over and won or this instance of being paid not to work! At one point, Liberace was making $300,000 a week to play the piano in Las Vegas and Lake Tahoe!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBkTawlrDFwrQR_WUOHJBuaI_6ve7_FjpuAET3HMaOmG2BskpoENeaJ0qG-6Y7KioUffisZP2Cme1OSR4sDnyYqolM_XC-ymLZtbKC6_mhpfZTPIT9jZ2KjdxunpvPS34_pDqbon6HUOk/s1600/SY11a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBkTawlrDFwrQR_WUOHJBuaI_6ve7_FjpuAET3HMaOmG2BskpoENeaJ0qG-6Y7KioUffisZP2Cme1OSR4sDnyYqolM_XC-ymLZtbKC6_mhpfZTPIT9jZ2KjdxunpvPS34_pDqbon6HUOk/s320/SY11a.jpeg" width="208" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Later, he made a memorably amusing appearance in 1965's satire <b>The Loved One</b>, as a funeral salesman, in a film that was proud of its claim to have something in it to offend everyone! His appearance on <i>Batman</i> as a guest villain in 1966 brought that series its highest-ever ratings. Of course the character was a criminal pianist called Chandell.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFZhg93jyA07RcV2zmsTFgh3CKfHKyqJw5uVQVLQjUwffzspWIStPKy1kD5mc5mMHflcxrRGX4pQ8a5MMNd2vP2gmyr4sMP2y5y2iI3j7UOowzWkFArKDeJ2VZFwb6LlTKbCgusPYU1g/s1600/SY10c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFZhg93jyA07RcV2zmsTFgh3CKfHKyqJw5uVQVLQjUwffzspWIStPKy1kD5mc5mMHflcxrRGX4pQ8a5MMNd2vP2gmyr4sMP2y5y2iI3j7UOowzWkFArKDeJ2VZFwb6LlTKbCgusPYU1g/s320/SY10c.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He eventually began to incorporate more and more glitz and glamour into his act, with staggering beaded costumes, oversized, elaborately decorated pianos and eye-boggling sets and festively-costumed supporting performers. He was over, over, over-the-top and the public loved it. He was also a deeply closeted homosexual who wanted his audiences to never know the truth, right up until his death from AIDS in 1987 at age sixty-seven.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfe3p3xhEU_XM1nXR05JaE_ePjDjr2hVBt9CZ2EVFPDutFATokQMC4xr4JzJywbVa8TDRB7-qkszl7M-fvMLY8lDYURa63EK7ukDb83tddAp-ovWTLXVx0bhl8x_IyiEb6QWbIQ09LHls/s1600/SY11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfe3p3xhEU_XM1nXR05JaE_ePjDjr2hVBt9CZ2EVFPDutFATokQMC4xr4JzJywbVa8TDRB7-qkszl7M-fvMLY8lDYURa63EK7ukDb83tddAp-ovWTLXVx0bhl8x_IyiEb6QWbIQ09LHls/s200/SY11.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The recent cable telefilm <i>Behind the Candelabra </i>(2013) features Michael Douglas in a rather astounding performance as the later-in-life Lee, a gold-plated, sexually controlling ghoul far removed from what he seemed like in the beginning with his simple black tuxedos and demure pianos. I will be very surprised if Douglas doesn't take home the Emmy, the Golden Globe and the SAG for his startling turn as Liberace. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVZ8R_eAdw027QTJoLSimkLztP4bz5j_9GDDeoUej4fPMaDH-YiHBemuTrrI1k4DoyM0xUaMZJt7IiDhwrbiy2lZ6D0PFGdY3rWAuGDxUltk7ntPcyyCEov9XNtD_cejntg97wbn_6jI/s1600/SY05f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVZ8R_eAdw027QTJoLSimkLztP4bz5j_9GDDeoUej4fPMaDH-YiHBemuTrrI1k4DoyM0xUaMZJt7IiDhwrbiy2lZ6D0PFGdY3rWAuGDxUltk7ntPcyyCEov9XNtD_cejntg97wbn_6jI/s320/SY05f.JPG" width="244" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Though Dru was an attractive lady (the older sister of <i>Hollywood Squares</i> host Peter Marshall) who costarred in several notable films including <b>Red River</b> (1948), <b>She Wore a Yellow Ribbon</b> (1948) and <b>All the King's Men </b>(1949), I have never really been able to warm up to her. To me, she has always projected a very artificial type of acting that I can see right through, though maybe I have yet to see her at her best. Married first to singer Dick Haymes and then to John Ireland (and later to two other men, the last marriage a success), she died in 1996 of lymphedema at the age of seventy-four. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggaiCeSdXhK8UTtH2taN8wf5qqK1_YN7Djqm8ETZuO9_gqxVJihGbrr8PSH1D0JU5rJ3jvmcKskdawN6nHIjOtUWy3Pn1Ey5IQqqhONi5n5ZOzXrN8D4gB5eZMx-fD7W66tMn-ti0O9cw/s1600/SY11b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggaiCeSdXhK8UTtH2taN8wf5qqK1_YN7Djqm8ETZuO9_gqxVJihGbrr8PSH1D0JU5rJ3jvmcKskdawN6nHIjOtUWy3Pn1Ey5IQqqhONi5n5ZOzXrN8D4gB5eZMx-fD7W66tMn-ti0O9cw/s320/SY11b.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Conversely, I have always loved <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-friend-of-dorothy.html" target="_blank">Malone</a>. Having kicked around in movies since the early-'40s, it wasn't until she went blonde that things really began to click for her. Sincerely Yours was but only one of six movies she had released in 1955. And 1956 brought the delicious <b>Written on the Wind</b>, which scored her an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress. In 1964, she segued to TV with the highly successful primetime soap <i>Peyton Place</i>, eventually making her last movie appearance in 1992 with a cameo in <b>Basic Instinct</b>. She is still with us today at age eighty-eight.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ12epsRUILL5JIwpB3-HiN_K1Z4giBAZlHWbVpZCzc9v81inX45SeuITq6NsAIkL2J59RPyj6vZRsykeemvjuijiICT-DlGyaQDquHziOvGswVUaoCvJVc1MshOVIZtWUVfY_eqWy8jQ/s1600/SY11f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ12epsRUILL5JIwpB3-HiN_K1Z4giBAZlHWbVpZCzc9v81inX45SeuITq6NsAIkL2J59RPyj6vZRsykeemvjuijiICT-DlGyaQDquHziOvGswVUaoCvJVc1MshOVIZtWUVfY_eqWy8jQ/s320/SY11f.JPG" width="208" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Method-actor Nichol was a useful supporting player in many western and war films of the 1950s, with his villainous turn in James Stewart's <b>The Man from Laramie</b> (also 1955) a standout. He played Paul Anka's drunken father in 1961's captivating <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2012/07/now-look-here-just-minute.html" target="_blank">Look in Any Window</a></b>, which was profiled here not too long ago, soon after moving to Europe for acting opportunities there. Back in the U.S. By 1970, he played Shelley Winters shiftless husband in <b>Bloody Mama</b>, but was retired by 1976. He died of natural causes in 2001 at the age of eighty-five.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJIgFwS3jQ9ooyqVAgxAtyC1IPzk-MdmwXctIvboynOdE-nCPmNYQnE4ynAn6obd6tf44AODSxeRdqtraSM27ihYzlgpFTbq8StNB0Fb0Ljln3vvce22HbJuSNd1Z-RtttKUjaOcXyvss/s1600/SY11e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJIgFwS3jQ9ooyqVAgxAtyC1IPzk-MdmwXctIvboynOdE-nCPmNYQnE4ynAn6obd6tf44AODSxeRdqtraSM27ihYzlgpFTbq8StNB0Fb0Ljln3vvce22HbJuSNd1Z-RtttKUjaOcXyvss/s320/SY11e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Millions of TV viewers fondly recall Demarest as the cranky Uncle Charlie of Fred MacMurray's TV series <i>My Three Sons</i> (1965 – 1972), though he'd been a film actor since the mid-1920s! Having appeared in a small role in 1927's <b>The Jazz Singer</b>, he was years later nominated for an Academy Award for <b>The Jolson Story</b> (1946), all about Al Jolson, star of <b>The Jazz Singer</b>. He lost to Harold Russell of <b>The Best Years of our Lives</b>. A 1968 Emmy nomination was lost to <i>Hogan's Heroes</i>' Werner Klemperer. When he retired in 1976, Demarest had been acting on screen for fifty years. He passed away at age ninety-one in 1983 of prostate cancer.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEWtGz8CP80cWdT0tfSDCx2c6UJz0ddzUpa7w4scO81ZEFbRpktX5O9JJ2lsmd_ns8CKzZkzPsnuOsk6qbb79b2pzjFLCuwQLeW0NYRQRD9QRZtZmp8c90iVBOEDCE6fCongZmWuTSRh8/s1600/SY10g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEWtGz8CP80cWdT0tfSDCx2c6UJz0ddzUpa7w4scO81ZEFbRpktX5O9JJ2lsmd_ns8CKzZkzPsnuOsk6qbb79b2pzjFLCuwQLeW0NYRQRD9QRZtZmp8c90iVBOEDCE6fCongZmWuTSRh8/s320/SY10g.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Nelson had been a performer since her toddler years, ultimately winning a movie contract at age seventeen. She played one of the daughters in a couple of the <b>Ma and Pa Kettle</b>movies in 1952 and 1955 and costarred in the Black Lagoon sequel <b>Revenge of the Creature</b> (also 1955.) By the dawn of the '60s, she was working more on television, but abruptly quit to get married. Upon her divorce in 1971, she did one episode of <i>Family Affair</i>, but little else after that, marrying again in 1983 to a man she remains wed to now at age eighty.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yv1JXd0qQMQoTZiPYx0j64Q3wcnOs6bbTn68oMaQC6OkqryoW7_1jCil6xm4_NG-oXxv_ITLdJplHpdlzjzqIXNdPurnQ8Bo4_Sx6SSjNc8uOF_etFrAv2Zwp9AQ0F4LmE-J44SqGUk/s1600/SY12b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yv1JXd0qQMQoTZiPYx0j64Q3wcnOs6bbTn68oMaQC6OkqryoW7_1jCil6xm4_NG-oXxv_ITLdJplHpdlzjzqIXNdPurnQ8Bo4_Sx6SSjNc8uOF_etFrAv2Zwp9AQ0F4LmE-J44SqGUk/s320/SY12b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Tuttle played many varied characters from caring confidantes to dithering idiots in many film and TV projects from the early 1930s on. She had diverse roles in films such as <b>Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House</b> (1948), <b>Niagra</b> (1953), <b>Psycho </b>(1960) and even <b>Walking Tall</b> (1973.) She was also an invaluable radio actress sometimes providing every female voice on a program. Her work on Diahann Carroll's <i>Julia</i> netted her an Emmy nomination in 1970, but she lost to Karen Valentine for <i>Room 222</i>. Tuttle died of cancer in 1986 at age seventy-eight. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3YId82qy0GUYLWzlfkctr_k5yiS0ZrEV7vtZmKjlpPpE_lZcjrZYFE240Ocp4jR8crL3AaqmZBATgEnfdpKi-4eApucVL9nI1rQAVTwMZOiWZuDp3k7UIHzMESwgBJBZEiVKYem0deA/s1600/SY12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3YId82qy0GUYLWzlfkctr_k5yiS0ZrEV7vtZmKjlpPpE_lZcjrZYFE240Ocp4jR8crL3AaqmZBATgEnfdpKi-4eApucVL9nI1rQAVTwMZOiWZuDp3k7UIHzMESwgBJBZEiVKYem0deA/s320/SY12.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Eyer had also done some <b>Ma and Pa Kettle</b> films in 1954 and 1956, but not the same ones as Lori Nelson. In 1955, he played Fredric March's young son in the hostage drama <b>The Desperate Hours</b>, but is probably best known for playing Gary Cooper's boy in 1956's <b>Friendly Persuasion</b>. After his agent died when he was sixteen, Eyer left the business and ultimately became an elementary school teacher. He's still alive today at age sixty-eight.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmScCC-LBOfiMjpi5AyEqsR8uTcryxofWZjIxsqfc-8-VzTiiDhfg5-nuTCY_kCzAN5BVEBHUAfSgZTFIIgaKAH1it7l5Vqr3C2KMeOUtNwqvbFtbZytKJPWL4QaLeDYjiEBPsGV5wO0/s1600/SY06d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmScCC-LBOfiMjpi5AyEqsR8uTcryxofWZjIxsqfc-8-VzTiiDhfg5-nuTCY_kCzAN5BVEBHUAfSgZTFIIgaKAH1it7l5Vqr3C2KMeOUtNwqvbFtbZytKJPWL4QaLeDYjiEBPsGV5wO0/s320/SY06d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">On hand as Liberace's doctor is familiar character actor Edward Platt, who worked in many films such as <b>Rebel Without a Cause</b> (1955), <b>Written on the Wind</b> (1956), <b>North by Northwest</b> (1959) and <b>Pollyanna</b> (1960) before gaining fame as Don Adams' boss "Chief" on the comedic spy series <i>Get Smart </i>(1965 - 1970.) Sadly, Platt, who had played so many doctors, policemen and other helpful figures, suffered from depression for years and took his own life in 1974 at the age of fifty-eight.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3i8-M4bb-Bb5lwLfvvz24DL5-Dl2KAlHOGdS8UJx00kgY5l7jyXPHALSOuaYzUvigQLi_xFEl0UsLbuABoqLwA3okuofmYoDrAx1OK446h-FmdWNqm6aVXNFzHQzP__Kji_GK48uwaQ0/s1600/SY10a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3i8-M4bb-Bb5lwLfvvz24DL5-Dl2KAlHOGdS8UJx00kgY5l7jyXPHALSOuaYzUvigQLi_xFEl0UsLbuABoqLwA3okuofmYoDrAx1OK446h-FmdWNqm6aVXNFzHQzP__Kji_GK48uwaQ0/s320/SY10a.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Making an appearance early in his career as Nelson's society husband is Guy Williams. Williams had been playing bit roles for a few years and his part here is hardly substantial, but by 1957 things would change when he won the part of TV's <i>Zorro</i>, a role he played with much success until 1961, followed by <i>Lost in Space</i> (1965-1968), in which he was the show's patriarch. You can read more about Mr. Williams (and two other “Guys”) <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-you-guys.html" target="_blank">here</a> and see more of him <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-guys-have-all-luck.html" target="_blank">here</a>! He died of a brain aneurysm in 1989 at age sixty-five.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpAitImxOclxj_Ec_1EJdFA-U8janHaex8T1LfSU2kh2jWK4f4DiTPaDrmVy-2dvHjlgPtJuAg0V3lRxXjS1EmQh2y2LklDMnbpwnhg3bSerxCbzge63JyOtW6pUPg0PJH80jnZmn3z0M/s1600/SY10d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpAitImxOclxj_Ec_1EJdFA-U8janHaex8T1LfSU2kh2jWK4f4DiTPaDrmVy-2dvHjlgPtJuAg0V3lRxXjS1EmQh2y2LklDMnbpwnhg3bSerxCbzge63JyOtW6pUPg0PJH80jnZmn3z0M/s320/SY10d.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Renowned as one of Hollywood's most awful movies, <b>Sincerely Yours</b> is certainly not terrific, but it contains a significant amount of vintage Liberace piano-playing, demonstrating a hint of the sort of thing that made him popular, and is a beautifully photographed, elegant sort of film with enjoyably campy situations and dialogue. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69WUX5NQ-qSXhbcvLfqDU_qJRx-ESSb4XIYxVUQcx0aMi1liQK52nGkoJtWp8i6UMiFaWY3m70pJJ_sMKxSEGxt1k1EEWHmcH3Eyn5TNh-SJh9f1bm8-nsKk2VA0jcKBR_MLmjToCzkU/s1600/SY09d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69WUX5NQ-qSXhbcvLfqDU_qJRx-ESSb4XIYxVUQcx0aMi1liQK52nGkoJtWp8i6UMiFaWY3m70pJJ_sMKxSEGxt1k1EEWHmcH3Eyn5TNh-SJh9f1bm8-nsKk2VA0jcKBR_MLmjToCzkU/s200/SY09d.jpg" width="196" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Pains were taken to present this slightly sticky and more than a little smarmy fellow as a man two women were simultaneously pining over and it simply didn't come off. Look at this passionate foreign-release poster! Still, in The Underworld, film failures are often treasured more highly than the ones that turned out right!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdhliUAneCdew1ZQumrt3ITi6O8EHIHq8YEZ8cYYg8KkGoPjsxPsq2kIwrZhL7sjWdUQOSXCiixVOJIlJlUlY2I-Y581u1jPHZhCGzS-HCjHRaLc9h0uGrMoCUyLHDIE37khdKfALIp0/s1600/SY02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdhliUAneCdew1ZQumrt3ITi6O8EHIHq8YEZ8cYYg8KkGoPjsxPsq2kIwrZhL7sjWdUQOSXCiixVOJIlJlUlY2I-Y581u1jPHZhCGzS-HCjHRaLc9h0uGrMoCUyLHDIE37khdKfALIp0/s320/SY02.JPG" width="253" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-57897702089729155652013-08-06T08:32:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:27:12.198-08:00The Buddy System: Blondes and Brunettes<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">We have a photo essay prepared today that examines the habit of television producers of pairing up gentlemen for a series in which one has light hair and one dark. One imagines that such a concept was initialized because it helped viewers to tell the characters apart in those early days when TV was in black and white and broadcast over a diminutive, blurry screen. Perhaps you'll be reunited with some old friends here, or meet new ones to discover, as we putter along. This is not an inclusive listing, but I feel like I nabbed a lot of the major ones.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Though it surely existed beforehand, we're starting off here in 1959 with the western series <i>Laramie</i>. Tall, strapping, blonde John Smith costarred with the dark-haired, compact hunk Robert Fuller. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1iOrd9bn_WAYNrN4bn7y3W5P-lwY-C-F-Q6qHBMIh2Y1t6hyphenhyphenaxhgg0UGBEFdasj7DKvq22fbIxAPUKbp9MtaOTZruv1aTMq9nupwuDclgGoId_xqby8DkOEFA6YFr0sY6RHH7bn4czf8/s1600/Pal04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1iOrd9bn_WAYNrN4bn7y3W5P-lwY-C-F-Q6qHBMIh2Y1t6hyphenhyphenaxhgg0UGBEFdasj7DKvq22fbIxAPUKbp9MtaOTZruv1aTMq9nupwuDclgGoId_xqby8DkOEFA6YFr0sY6RHH7bn4czf8/s320/Pal04.JPG" width="257" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The series, in which the two men ran a ranch and stagecoach stop, premiered in color, but was filmed in black and white for two seasons before going color again for the third and fourth, ending in 1963.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBiaiwnlnbMn4ujlT4FhiyQ7Z_Dfk864q6wuFzkdRL2jErA0WswQWFaInu6mKHoXbnoVtUCQNF4RoqdpzPVbe4y7zelPKcpxlXUc5FvsADapdVJwyECP2VQivGTqBkt0QPDGnz-ilrvho/s1600/Pal04c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBiaiwnlnbMn4ujlT4FhiyQ7Z_Dfk864q6wuFzkdRL2jErA0WswQWFaInu6mKHoXbnoVtUCQNF4RoqdpzPVbe4y7zelPKcpxlXUc5FvsADapdVJwyECP2VQivGTqBkt0QPDGnz-ilrvho/s320/Pal04c.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY0W7vNuqW0pPqU91ebODix1OLSGoa96bTaR5zmzjEDDuUT1M5nxvbCmf9RixOMRqXt2IKVT7rPJOTh_YRFyJ18CksmvVlICrGMJ2Uq1TLTVM68Ga9ktNrbWMPoLDs_GKPdTxvYIA_wvo/s1600/Pal04b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY0W7vNuqW0pPqU91ebODix1OLSGoa96bTaR5zmzjEDDuUT1M5nxvbCmf9RixOMRqXt2IKVT7rPJOTh_YRFyJ18CksmvVlICrGMJ2Uq1TLTVM68Ga9ktNrbWMPoLDs_GKPdTxvYIA_wvo/s320/Pal04b.jpg" width="253" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">They were often shown doing domestic chores together, sometimes with one in an apron! It was also one of the earliest westerns to show cowboys shirtless and in their long johns. No TV cowboy to my knowledge ever wore more eye-popping pants than Smith, though Fuller was no slouch either. Trust, children... we'll be revisiting this show because I've been watching season two, often goggle-eyed!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Next up is a series that began in 1960 and was in black and white throughout its run. <i>Route 66</i> starred dark-haired George Maharis alongside strawberry-blonde Martin Milner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9a5hbHE5MQSF1tKEbSHtnbU-hyli8TtGOcCZKTkOup-AjaswfSbta-r8YVt9u1oNqYtkB3jlNsu9KIqLgO2SnI88GPsnTUFJgLd_4uReEhzptt7vB82Yud3yQgXysW9utFsUQuHpX2Dw/s1600/Pal03b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9a5hbHE5MQSF1tKEbSHtnbU-hyli8TtGOcCZKTkOup-AjaswfSbta-r8YVt9u1oNqYtkB3jlNsu9KIqLgO2SnI88GPsnTUFJgLd_4uReEhzptt7vB82Yud3yQgXysW9utFsUQuHpX2Dw/s320/Pal03b.JPG" width="256" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In this semi-anthology show, the two adventuresome gents were always headed along the title roadway in their convertible, stopping off to become embroiled in one bit of drama or another, usually helping someone out of some sort of fix.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkC49FB-iDXHNS_8tNSjMNFnVeR6FhGkX3otEEIn8vtclol4gn0y630t1LjbZ9lydNyKNwpyfhsjlkUzk6xVtS3Fhb78RnUiopEbbH9S9yKwYEwB4uBuw-tc1Iq0BmJ9jDl8Z2BV-imzU/s1600/Pal03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkC49FB-iDXHNS_8tNSjMNFnVeR6FhGkX3otEEIn8vtclol4gn0y630t1LjbZ9lydNyKNwpyfhsjlkUzk6xVtS3Fhb78RnUiopEbbH9S9yKwYEwB4uBuw-tc1Iq0BmJ9jDl8Z2BV-imzU/s320/Pal03.JPG" width="220" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpeQwRupP730Cq9YJ3f-nWoMdN9YKWRlEUJqHc6YH-BsnJeLOkYVYByvbigCSFDnaHPo-Gf5FUVMnpjwEFemQHko7y9Pfx87MbtS4EDSKigs_CUeIogiJYkjQ2RoKPzMrwu3CjcahS1us/s1600/Pal03a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpeQwRupP730Cq9YJ3f-nWoMdN9YKWRlEUJqHc6YH-BsnJeLOkYVYByvbigCSFDnaHPo-Gf5FUVMnpjwEFemQHko7y9Pfx87MbtS4EDSKigs_CUeIogiJYkjQ2RoKPzMrwu3CjcahS1us/s320/Pal03a.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The wheels began to come off, so to speak, near the end of the second season when Maharis came down with infectious hepatitis and missed a few episodes. The next season, he was back, but soon departed again. Rumors swirled that he was leaving in order to protect his tenuous health during the grueling series or that he was bailing out in order to pursue movie offers.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-cFHtPN8o-tzyXH9AnM7pTDIFElIb6SjT0Cr8lBzEsN-XLwfmFqDhaFDagzWQR3uvRiQ35NIhhrdOk_WZbBnoroKzYI3DYrLc6K_wtj637XTiIUPdFWK7gF0_VorBJhTenp9-xJ7Mlw/s1600/Pal03c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-cFHtPN8o-tzyXH9AnM7pTDIFElIb6SjT0Cr8lBzEsN-XLwfmFqDhaFDagzWQR3uvRiQ35NIhhrdOk_WZbBnoroKzYI3DYrLc6K_wtj637XTiIUPdFWK7gF0_VorBJhTenp9-xJ7Mlw/s320/Pal03c.JPG" width="220" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In any case, after a series of solo appearances by Milner, he suddenly got a new partner, brunette natch, played by Glenn Corbett. Corbett stayed on through the end of the fourth season in 1964 wherein the show was neatly tied up with a two-part finale, a rarity for the time. Milner returned home to his estranged family and Corbett was married (to Barbara Eden!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The show was noted for its roster of guest stars including, as seen here, Miss Joan Crawford! Lucky devils...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKBRzAAldj6kGK1npe1Gthimp8VxqrgHByEVDQUFaQZ5WHIVkoEillJsluEnAy1OXa0mlHhe3xtVrRJBk4k4JQw8WaFVWenn2jkQFEi4ACgJrQm5bq5LB5efyyUwVh_4eRxGgMdEtPMdc/s1600/Pal03d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKBRzAAldj6kGK1npe1Gthimp8VxqrgHByEVDQUFaQZ5WHIVkoEillJsluEnAy1OXa0mlHhe3xtVrRJBk4k4JQw8WaFVWenn2jkQFEi4ACgJrQm5bq5LB5efyyUwVh_4eRxGgMdEtPMdc/s320/Pal03d.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In 1961, <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2012/01/beau-derek.html" target="_blank">John Derek</a> starred in <i>Frontier Circus</i>, a black and white western about a traveling troupe of performers who often found themselves in the midst of trouble of one sort or another. Veteran character actor Chill Wills was top-billed, though many of the action scenes were left to Derek and his sidekick Richard Jaeckel, a little white-blonde dynamo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpR0W2mfu6b37IdepQvPIqv9m1BwbX68jcDbEaujECg2eq2rY3Nh-8arq35wKkh8dUnl21rYupqI81e2rv3Wqnip8w9_tnBaXr1o4xFN5B4vct9XRwWzn4-b4Awit4FXn8nNjYr95H4k/s1600/Pal01b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpR0W2mfu6b37IdepQvPIqv9m1BwbX68jcDbEaujECg2eq2rY3Nh-8arq35wKkh8dUnl21rYupqI81e2rv3Wqnip8w9_tnBaXr1o4xFN5B4vct9XRwWzn4-b4Awit4FXn8nNjYr95H4k/s320/Pal01b.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">You'll notice as we plug along here that the efforts to demonstrate camaraderie among these partners (along with cramming them together in order to facilitate space in publicity photos) sometimes leads to unintentional homoerotica. Look at how closely John and Richard are nestled here (not helped by Jaeckel's beguiling facial expression!) <i>Frontier Circus</i> was cancelled in 1962 after one season.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZ3zVdeW9UHmB0gmPRIuA_EBZPz1-qbq3Nkp7ucuETgQA9YwWUkHHuJ67RRlxfi0zcCEygFoa82sZDvjxRGOMSShCIerjdgsxgkt4r2Mi0HvOUXRsZZjPWxREfho2jeeUONii40dnxCA/s1600/Pal01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZ3zVdeW9UHmB0gmPRIuA_EBZPz1-qbq3Nkp7ucuETgQA9YwWUkHHuJ67RRlxfi0zcCEygFoa82sZDvjxRGOMSShCIerjdgsxgkt4r2Mi0HvOUXRsZZjPWxREfho2jeeUONii40dnxCA/s320/Pal01.jpg" width="278" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">1964 brought the spy series <i>The Man from U.N.C.L.E</i>, staring raven-haired Robert Vaughn and his blonde counterpart David McCallum. Weighing in just prior to the era of predominantly color television series, it was black and white for its first season and then color for the remaining three, ending in 1968.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7XKlFglCym9t4UKg5pOBrC24EUV7X558JdReOszxo3kSDoBQNZC1Mw_0joS37XHzY6mWPwJiX2gFzcDwduxyDUqyseOc0ZZFlZVihBqvsLdXNlArs8bBXykUeFNrnWCkYypiVlASg0oA/s1600/Pal02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7XKlFglCym9t4UKg5pOBrC24EUV7X558JdReOszxo3kSDoBQNZC1Mw_0joS37XHzY6mWPwJiX2gFzcDwduxyDUqyseOc0ZZFlZVihBqvsLdXNlArs8bBXykUeFNrnWCkYypiVlASg0oA/s320/Pal02.JPG" width="250" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">It can also be perceived that by casting a blonde and a brunette together, one might be covering many of the bases in tastes, for often people tend to lean towards a preference for one shade of hair versus the others.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1lwkArQ-lOu6JpEQa6HDTmTLvEheD4bmEoSvny0t80NS754BnIoz2Iuj2YCLR-KWqYJo1lwtdQN6yUwWAwFddsXeiRIN0oi0ASyxcVNQLcb9gjZ1aMsrE6Ekh3xLFKD7KTvytRL7mqXA/s1600/Pal02b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1lwkArQ-lOu6JpEQa6HDTmTLvEheD4bmEoSvny0t80NS754BnIoz2Iuj2YCLR-KWqYJo1lwtdQN6yUwWAwFddsXeiRIN0oi0ASyxcVNQLcb9gjZ1aMsrE6Ekh3xLFKD7KTvytRL7mqXA/s320/Pal02b.JPG" width="248" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Then, of course, it also just makes for a more visually varied color and contrast palette.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTB_ermEIE4_JU1rbiJS3RzhzyZdjMQZ015dOg4aNXBCxzm1uCa5sbB9be-TD_n57KpOjEfQDhH9IQCMXjGwmNTqQDjESn5YYbNFNIDYc79smfDTJtdlxc_5KfOPS39emt9x8TiQ_dn4M/s1600/Pal02c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTB_ermEIE4_JU1rbiJS3RzhzyZdjMQZ015dOg4aNXBCxzm1uCa5sbB9be-TD_n57KpOjEfQDhH9IQCMXjGwmNTqQDjESn5YYbNFNIDYc79smfDTJtdlxc_5KfOPS39emt9x8TiQ_dn4M/s320/Pal02c.JPG" width="254" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In The Underworld, we sometimes read homoerotica into places where it hasn't necessarily reared its head. And sometimes, we FORCE the issue! Ha ha!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSOuh0LXcheChx8xIMtAdz3xeLv2kPHE19l7KfNtTxq9B9d_Mr-hmL6TWQZKa_QRJ4Aa3k2qtVRZEsRFD9OBb8QjdTRSvtH-9IRZbZ9y7F5pt9bpA6ye_PTLPz4BRB7R2QFowobNOwcT8/s1600/Pal02e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSOuh0LXcheChx8xIMtAdz3xeLv2kPHE19l7KfNtTxq9B9d_Mr-hmL6TWQZKa_QRJ4Aa3k2qtVRZEsRFD9OBb8QjdTRSvtH-9IRZbZ9y7F5pt9bpA6ye_PTLPz4BRB7R2QFowobNOwcT8/s320/Pal02e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">These two re-teamed in 1983 for <i>The Return of The Man From U.N.C.L.E.: The Fifteen Years Later Affair</i>, a bit older, but still demonstrating their individual tress tones.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUE842BIPL569eeY8wUXoCHoQ54e3pvR5vuw2U_IjWJhLx0NU-OxEPR8N9V7BbWa-ke5SQPMfIbyp844gE0SkDMb1UYGVgC3ELBME9JDBCRq1iLyBTrSJfAPxpoHSkeDkj4-UQWods9Hk/s1600/Pal02d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUE842BIPL569eeY8wUXoCHoQ54e3pvR5vuw2U_IjWJhLx0NU-OxEPR8N9V7BbWa-ke5SQPMfIbyp844gE0SkDMb1UYGVgC3ELBME9JDBCRq1iLyBTrSJfAPxpoHSkeDkj4-UQWods9Hk/s320/Pal02d.JPG" width="268" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">For contrast in dual leading men, pairing gentlemen of different races is a no brainer! The color series <i>I Spy </i>(1965 – 1968), starring Robert Culp and Bill Cosby, was a trailblazer in that it was the first non-comedic American TV series to feature a black actor as a lead. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH7mcexdoPL3Uh1t0IOdhq-Y_Df63APaK0IVeUh42FYh2jF7ZhxOozdUksZ7PZU9NEZmiv6ldxslJsNdJpQXXO_DF7xw3TJELi872Eje2rhmV6tbFWmnMDB9Kj6W05clFiHy0Ui-D_qYA/s1600/Pal13b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH7mcexdoPL3Uh1t0IOdhq-Y_Df63APaK0IVeUh42FYh2jF7ZhxOozdUksZ7PZU9NEZmiv6ldxslJsNdJpQXXO_DF7xw3TJELi872Eje2rhmV6tbFWmnMDB9Kj6W05clFiHy0Ui-D_qYA/s320/Pal13b.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Even more notable is the fact that the distinction was never noted in any way within the show. They were just two secret agents working together, with Culp as a slightly more experienced spy, but with Cosby as the “brainier” of the two.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi6c_GDuC7y1cxH-pZXc1gxNquZNcESDFF2Bd2EFU6Mm7grDzPz-Ux-A3v2LRr5TMSGRz1fb1CwTeQdZ9cAPAKaxyDPv2WGvS__Git88X0BIYu_G9Fl-lBnY9ouJCQFGKXGFlJQLOQeg8/s1600/Pal13c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi6c_GDuC7y1cxH-pZXc1gxNquZNcESDFF2Bd2EFU6Mm7grDzPz-Ux-A3v2LRr5TMSGRz1fb1CwTeQdZ9cAPAKaxyDPv2WGvS__Git88X0BIYu_G9Fl-lBnY9ouJCQFGKXGFlJQLOQeg8/s320/Pal13c.JPG" width="245" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">It may seem hard to believe now, but in the mid-'60s, I Spy was banned on certain southern United States television stations simply because it prominently and regularly featured a black man in a competent, non-subservient way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXIgh2kTHwrCO69MOGE2HLio20JdZJJGOwcyunp2riL0ZZ5_4UfMDS98caLnlM7uFaoyGqK24p00F331hv7e3Vfl-b26ykcfs9bFWeT3XzRlBzZ4nI5ZdVZCc-hfwerZh_4x87Im7SXQ/s1600/Pal13d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXIgh2kTHwrCO69MOGE2HLio20JdZJJGOwcyunp2riL0ZZ5_4UfMDS98caLnlM7uFaoyGqK24p00F331hv7e3Vfl-b26ykcfs9bFWeT3XzRlBzZ4nI5ZdVZCc-hfwerZh_4x87Im7SXQ/s320/Pal13d.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The two actors became close friends in real life and worked together in 1972's <b>Hickey & Boggs</b>, a downbeat crime thriller, and later came together again for<i> I Spy Returns</i> in 1994, this time looking after their characters' children who, by now, were also spies. Not sure whose decision it was to get them naked, though, at this late date!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7hkK2X3FW3nIwBs8zUwf03JeUTkfU6V0Ou2QmwuTMoGV5YF32bpAii4FSlDLpaLsQhGBKSsfoJ3plukWQN6m3b88Qm3ukFU1pVfOFjjnI81QA8DuNTAyEVkdY4FgJwoM7A1z3jONReVs/s1600/Pal13e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7hkK2X3FW3nIwBs8zUwf03JeUTkfU6V0Ou2QmwuTMoGV5YF32bpAii4FSlDLpaLsQhGBKSsfoJ3plukWQN6m3b88Qm3ukFU1pVfOFjjnI81QA8DuNTAyEVkdY4FgJwoM7A1z3jONReVs/s320/Pal13e.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Debuting in 1966 (and always broadcast in color as were all of the remaining series in this post) was <i>Star Trek</i>. William Shatner, with his light brown coiffure, was contrasted with Leonard Nimoy and his severe, dark-brown bowl cut.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4n3y8dBdeEP6zcLT_o-l1WWPpwUWzTOf6Ph-pXkQojLnXPuMYccw54Qpbv-nzHd93pkzw-CMkZw-s4hjk2hDlAXjNHapkj_Z1_PS_cgjKAkIiA7ZijGURrL0pRKY0T2UVtw0k0IZSXIA/s1600/Pal09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4n3y8dBdeEP6zcLT_o-l1WWPpwUWzTOf6Ph-pXkQojLnXPuMYccw54Qpbv-nzHd93pkzw-CMkZw-s4hjk2hDlAXjNHapkj_Z1_PS_cgjKAkIiA7ZijGURrL0pRKY0T2UVtw0k0IZSXIA/s320/Pal09.JPG" width="258" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>Star Trek</i> ran for three seasons, ending in 1969, though that was hardly the end of the road.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL6LGBhAIkLak1ynOWZ_YtaAH4eCl4yH8eqdf2M_Kdty4-44CAkNZlOe8mcvJAR81AuEc4BPmxBYsip_w98-K3rStbO16XovXPwPg1Xe2Pc2VRQgQy_bkA2Acv17w7aPj7ifFiX_LC-lg/s1600/Pal09b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL6LGBhAIkLak1ynOWZ_YtaAH4eCl4yH8eqdf2M_Kdty4-44CAkNZlOe8mcvJAR81AuEc4BPmxBYsip_w98-K3rStbO16XovXPwPg1Xe2Pc2VRQgQy_bkA2Acv17w7aPj7ifFiX_LC-lg/s320/Pal09b.JPG" width="308" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">After having soared in popularity through syndicated reruns, there was an animated series (1973-1974) and then a series of movies, which began in 1979 with <b>Star Trek: The Motion Picture</b>. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7evYueUb3RdGCRp4B-Mye1675A6cDg971Rs4Qp_Ri0gu-zsvmfI_Pv_a0u9DwUyIdlmOBul_xyL2uyl8GLIdsD6FDUG58114PzK9ZcwcMS18nOdXXU2OrGLBIB6mJbXQC9toURmxgUlY/s1600/Pal09d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7evYueUb3RdGCRp4B-Mye1675A6cDg971Rs4Qp_Ri0gu-zsvmfI_Pv_a0u9DwUyIdlmOBul_xyL2uyl8GLIdsD6FDUG58114PzK9ZcwcMS18nOdXXU2OrGLBIB6mJbXQC9toURmxgUlY/s320/Pal09d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">By then, Shatner was sporting a darker 'do (and if there is a God, please don't let this be a pee-stained moose-knuckle on Mr. Spock below...), but for the recent re-boot/prequel series in 2009, the hair color contrast was back in full force between Christopher Pine and Zachary Quinto.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCicMt9KT6LIIqvN3W0s3UOeJwPoGNYcNTsrI6VT44Ge5SvdMm2k5Hudv40qlOkPmeLd_aBLZerdEpQ4LQK0NlUrhChdnUuIpdENrMT9qdnPsT3Cto1-M7GZSa-WPTt12Iq7lG-FrCRg4/s1600/Pal09c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCicMt9KT6LIIqvN3W0s3UOeJwPoGNYcNTsrI6VT44Ge5SvdMm2k5Hudv40qlOkPmeLd_aBLZerdEpQ4LQK0NlUrhChdnUuIpdENrMT9qdnPsT3Cto1-M7GZSa-WPTt12Iq7lG-FrCRg4/s320/Pal09c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Here's a couple of clean cut young men, strawberry-blonde Martin Milner (previously of <i>Route 66</i>) and brown-haired Kent McCord, of <i>Adam-12</i> (1968-1975.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQBxBc0sDXgR6ksj5lIpPWnENn8P7-fzBzHN3MB66QkKaVXmfAnHox1QOwQJv1Qc3FJQSvjgaZXpGDGI25n6W4Jr2FvZIo09IGMG1139bv6Fe68MD3V9mX3SF5dWlx8tRt5AwfwdFQ_x8/s1600/Pal05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQBxBc0sDXgR6ksj5lIpPWnENn8P7-fzBzHN3MB66QkKaVXmfAnHox1QOwQJv1Qc3FJQSvjgaZXpGDGI25n6W4Jr2FvZIo09IGMG1139bv6Fe68MD3V9mX3SF5dWlx8tRt5AwfwdFQ_x8/s320/Pal05.JPG" width="265" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In some photos, the contrast is more pronounced than others, but there was definitely a difference in their hair hues.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4KWruIrfiS0TKqGfIstJJjcLsjsN4aiD_1xea7Wvo2btTBWoisnaCCBe0KgupotJ7nzFVlF9D9dyvfwGUDtQQ3JYbjeBq-zMYu_BolG39aoy4w48RjboQqmSuNOkIT_FapMhWliVRoJs/s1600/Pal05c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4KWruIrfiS0TKqGfIstJJjcLsjsN4aiD_1xea7Wvo2btTBWoisnaCCBe0KgupotJ7nzFVlF9D9dyvfwGUDtQQ3JYbjeBq-zMYu_BolG39aoy4w48RjboQqmSuNOkIT_FapMhWliVRoJs/s320/Pal05c.JPG" width="294" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Though the majority of their time was spent in dark, buttoned-up police uniforms, occasionally they could be seen in civvies. (Considering the groovy era we're talking about, maybe it was best that they mostly stuck to their cop duds, though I think the inset on this picture is from a real life occasion and not the show itself!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4soWvLzRbRbIIQ3fenWFiO2lYkKPins3h510KLuzfy6ovYjMzyeU2sSk7fCd5h5oDHKyDtnZU6a-nzEjEZWVYeRJdvhsSpB4FvjhrNsN7EKpLgd_1JI2U-AidMRc19U79bBn8XlNm2WE/s1600/Pal05b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4soWvLzRbRbIIQ3fenWFiO2lYkKPins3h510KLuzfy6ovYjMzyeU2sSk7fCd5h5oDHKyDtnZU6a-nzEjEZWVYeRJdvhsSpB4FvjhrNsN7EKpLgd_1JI2U-AidMRc19U79bBn8XlNm2WE/s320/Pal05b.JPG" width="257" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Incidentally, I dearly love (and miss!) the beautiful, staged (and, okay, corny) publicity shots like this one that used to herald the arrival or return of a given TV to the airwaves.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBGE1TiwdukfUdgRTvsmCxGX1ZRElpL60FxoEW5juCZUcYmXXtWoa2lUEgERPEbcNCZKH5-fnLkjwg9oFO_v8a9Ab-2F6vERanAql8ZFPR6pLYbjFIOGtp212rpENtpQ249g0fL2iZVxE/s1600/Pal05a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBGE1TiwdukfUdgRTvsmCxGX1ZRElpL60FxoEW5juCZUcYmXXtWoa2lUEgERPEbcNCZKH5-fnLkjwg9oFO_v8a9Ab-2F6vERanAql8ZFPR6pLYbjFIOGtp212rpENtpQ249g0fL2iZVxE/s320/Pal05a.JPG" width="274" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">With the police procedural of <i>Adam-12</i>working out so well, producer Jack Webb sought to duplicate its success, and did, with a similar approach set in the new realm of paramedics. <i>Emergency! </i>(1972-1977) featured another pair of uniformed workers, one with notably lighter hair than the other.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPT7U0Y7eauWBw8Wr8gA-qjQkOXNShyphenhyphenqhWGU0beltzJsdzJbyFxm-Vyz9U3nwUVAwQbmfdilo5GIu5PVgbSYZqeaqHdUKss1z8AwxWYwYxzImMpQasHOytT7R0p6wEIe9UmmdDqfx9UU/s1600/Pal05d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPT7U0Y7eauWBw8Wr8gA-qjQkOXNShyphenhyphenqhWGU0beltzJsdzJbyFxm-Vyz9U3nwUVAwQbmfdilo5GIu5PVgbSYZqeaqHdUKss1z8AwxWYwYxzImMpQasHOytT7R0p6wEIe9UmmdDqfx9UU/s320/Pal05d.JPG" width="235" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Keven Tighe was the blonde while Randolph Mantooth had dark hair, though as the show progressed, they both wound up with lock very close to each other in color. (By the way, I always thought that Tighe had truly awful hair in almost every episode and in later years some of the worst, ugliest sideburns I have ever come upon!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghNkZg38sTMDF8PKg05AIHK7U4rO7RXyCeEi1GcT5Q3ppbSZJVw3Zaro502IwsRR5BJyV5CwYJrYIUwE7mklwREkgpT64F5Nle9ATjhxIjdEnixkqJrReVHEQ-eAcvEXelhyr5uGLT2W0/s1600/Pal05e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghNkZg38sTMDF8PKg05AIHK7U4rO7RXyCeEi1GcT5Q3ppbSZJVw3Zaro502IwsRR5BJyV5CwYJrYIUwE7mklwREkgpT64F5Nle9ATjhxIjdEnixkqJrReVHEQ-eAcvEXelhyr5uGLT2W0/s320/Pal05e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">To back up for just a moment (I didn't want to interrupt the <i>Adam-12</i>/<i>Emergency!</i> connection), there was a western series in 1971 called <i>Alias Smith and Jones</i>, all about a pair of outlaws coerced into working as agents for the government in exchange for release from jail.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhepWVrA5uENBFb7JvHCDfoBlS8Ymz0pLWQQlMd3OywVYHDfKGsdpldyN4X6FJgo0zQwrFmZDlExYkxyC2eBeFx77jdW_5eTdo0kozkwgzZVf-ydidD9tNxGm6Ey1QnvDCw5Lv1QhA4scU/s1600/Pal08c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhepWVrA5uENBFb7JvHCDfoBlS8Ymz0pLWQQlMd3OywVYHDfKGsdpldyN4X6FJgo0zQwrFmZDlExYkxyC2eBeFx77jdW_5eTdo0kozkwgzZVf-ydidD9tNxGm6Ey1QnvDCw5Lv1QhA4scU/s320/Pal08c.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The sandy-haired one was played by delectably hunky Ben Murphy while Peter Duel played the darker-haired one. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxQgSZ3mkSlf0hVNrzfY7NSpiP8l69JAZRHYy-hUF-YsRmEqDv6_5jUyrBDntYuae_znQ_tFUTlmvJxgpRpiIiivwoUHeQuhiA4N3Fwbl1exmsCxUiVLXyN5QIJrH4tcIWmPIDD4TaEQI/s1600/Pal08b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxQgSZ3mkSlf0hVNrzfY7NSpiP8l69JAZRHYy-hUF-YsRmEqDv6_5jUyrBDntYuae_znQ_tFUTlmvJxgpRpiIiivwoUHeQuhiA4N3Fwbl1exmsCxUiVLXyN5QIJrH4tcIWmPIDD4TaEQI/s320/Pal08b.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Unfortunately, the series was dealt a critical blow when a depressed and inebriated Duel committed suicide. The network (ABC) demanded that Universal Television continue with the contracted series and so Roger Davis, who'd served as narrator for the program, was brought in as an immediate replacement. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldLeu_NFI3reg07JUV_QCruZn6SSDuyICBV1lrEh5B_PEpJusZib2fVI4ZXXjfBJQHi3ulJqjxqRR-XVer7OfVdhoAU0MI0UltS_tUhjuNPH1OXeaAnfSA8f7RHn65m1WucvXZudz1JI/s1600/Pal08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldLeu_NFI3reg07JUV_QCruZn6SSDuyICBV1lrEh5B_PEpJusZib2fVI4ZXXjfBJQHi3ulJqjxqRR-XVer7OfVdhoAU0MI0UltS_tUhjuNPH1OXeaAnfSA8f7RHn65m1WucvXZudz1JI/s320/Pal08.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhshWr0FaOB-kITCqh5g8PNcv5WgkjUzNdJ6hcpXce1QpGYxclk1XF6c7ECaypUyR8t6tWoUXFp3ic2Sko1e7q1YtsYOIuno-hgMgsmBkJC1WPPyxoqIIqdB-Zr34rQFSwmmtT2_9_La-A/s1600/Pal08d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhshWr0FaOB-kITCqh5g8PNcv5WgkjUzNdJ6hcpXce1QpGYxclk1XF6c7ECaypUyR8t6tWoUXFp3ic2Sko1e7q1YtsYOIuno-hgMgsmBkJC1WPPyxoqIIqdB-Zr34rQFSwmmtT2_9_La-A/s320/Pal08d.JPG" width="291" /></a>The show limped along for a partial second season before finally being cancelled. Interestingly, the much-blonder Davis' coming on board meant that Murphy was now the darker-haired half of the duo. The chemistry, not to mention the enthusiasm, just wasn't there in this rendition. For those who are interested, Davis was married at the time to future <i>Charlie's Angels</i> star Jaclyn Smith (they were wed from 1968 -1978.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Meanwhile, a surprisingly similar in concept crime-solving series was being filmed in Europe with two stars of differing hair color. Tony Curtis and Roger Moore were the stars of <i>The Persuaders!</i>, a show about two well-to-do adventurers who are arrested for fighting and faced with a jail sentence</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVweXi2VarvfkZWSXVRBhznfqk4ozz3TwYNBuAk1yN4aU1ybMj2N0qW8eed5wlENyaRjl4oGsxUqiwauO7Ta5lt74cTDt7cqePtXwuqxYHIMJFPSKNKLBoJYZ8WhU974QzGurOBhFSSBI/s1600/Pal04d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVweXi2VarvfkZWSXVRBhznfqk4ozz3TwYNBuAk1yN4aU1ybMj2N0qW8eed5wlENyaRjl4oGsxUqiwauO7Ta5lt74cTDt7cqePtXwuqxYHIMJFPSKNKLBoJYZ8WhU974QzGurOBhFSSBI/s320/Pal04d.JPG" width="283" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Rather than serve ninety days apiece for their offense, which included property damage, they agree to work together to right various situations which are just outside the everyday parameters of the law.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYg6spv7DXd_W64z9P2Lj62UQ-XIp1H94JPvizf-VwBErf13qeIKz8U0Q_E8BSQdSnkEwLVSyFJUV4595YfuTLv9ztzDh6t9sPPZfdOCrnLkWY9bXK6WHbvaNFWxZGk4dLr2d47FuZ1U8/s1600/Pal04e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYg6spv7DXd_W64z9P2Lj62UQ-XIp1H94JPvizf-VwBErf13qeIKz8U0Q_E8BSQdSnkEwLVSyFJUV4595YfuTLv9ztzDh6t9sPPZfdOCrnLkWY9bXK6WHbvaNFWxZGk4dLr2d47FuZ1U8/s320/Pal04e.JPG" width="196" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXDGlk4za0Qou8EXD1aFZuC-7Enz6BaPOTxF_cyNDgvdvg_xVdhvcwwSpXzKJHxS0t7aDZLCSwUuWog4IVZjLaMpz-TJD53WOE8yOE2hGegyQZXK_P8xg_CipcSFXxL1Bykfvrae19xjg/s1600/Pal04g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXDGlk4za0Qou8EXD1aFZuC-7Enz6BaPOTxF_cyNDgvdvg_xVdhvcwwSpXzKJHxS0t7aDZLCSwUuWog4IVZjLaMpz-TJD53WOE8yOE2hGegyQZXK_P8xg_CipcSFXxL1Bykfvrae19xjg/s320/Pal04g.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Thus, blonde, English Moore was placed against Brooklyn-born, brunette Curtis in a series of escapades. The extremely expensive series only lasted for one season before the off-screen animosity between the comparatively straitlaced Moore and the (then) drug-addled Curtis helped hasten its end, as did a lack of viewership on American TV. The chief reason for its demise, however, was the selection of Moore as the new James Bond in <b>Live and Let Die</b>(1973)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This offbeat publicity photo sort of sums up the discombobulated situation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUAi94xmJiRGrYmBQk3dW3k5D0bF7QVWH5gv-ajTuFhfNhC1pOoB4HQE75VnyGXOVmbfb_jsYRfpEpUBY0fytdELd76sShsulrrsdD_81VSsBjxtA5v-ArvcYfFE63_brZTBnS3X6oLg/s1600/Pal04f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUAi94xmJiRGrYmBQk3dW3k5D0bF7QVWH5gv-ajTuFhfNhC1pOoB4HQE75VnyGXOVmbfb_jsYRfpEpUBY0fytdELd76sShsulrrsdD_81VSsBjxtA5v-ArvcYfFE63_brZTBnS3X6oLg/s320/Pal04f.JPG" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBCbXGb-rddIAhVWtKdtxcEbu60OmLeqPWg1M-VOL-AUsBpvrumLyfP1tFEZGjXaqPW4olaFuxQFEAsZ7IIFOO7vJTiQE9QlMlqme9FlTLUNaihhqGnS5d4wJ0NRr2ozMgbFEec0gyaLs/s1600/Pal06b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBCbXGb-rddIAhVWtKdtxcEbu60OmLeqPWg1M-VOL-AUsBpvrumLyfP1tFEZGjXaqPW4olaFuxQFEAsZ7IIFOO7vJTiQE9QlMlqme9FlTLUNaihhqGnS5d4wJ0NRr2ozMgbFEec0gyaLs/s320/Pal06b.JPG" width="260" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The immense success of <b>Planet of the Apes</b> (1968) and its sequels led to the attempt to mount a weekly series based on the idea in 1974. In it, astronauts Ron Harper (blonde) and James Naughton (brown) experience a time warp that sends them to Earth one-thousand years in the future, where apes reign supreme and humans are little more than hunted and oppressed slave workers.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm6Tn36BPK5Nb6ragiZPrZDlM4sZ2owMUdJaXXoHesJXxNaqjJ4j2irLZM4s8MO1sCfs9-8d7ZRQ8RlxLeHWW26Kexd8T5-B3M8vNCmFEs6cYD3Vp0tT1twz87n_0A041JUoVPH5S6TJE/s1600/Pal06c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm6Tn36BPK5Nb6ragiZPrZDlM4sZ2owMUdJaXXoHesJXxNaqjJ4j2irLZM4s8MO1sCfs9-8d7ZRQ8RlxLeHWW26Kexd8T5-B3M8vNCmFEs6cYD3Vp0tT1twz87n_0A041JUoVPH5S6TJE/s320/Pal06c.jpg" width="288" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The unsuccessful show, lasting only fourteen episodes before ceasing production, might have stayed afloat longer had the gents been in loincloths like Chuck Heston instead of ratty, oversized get-ups, though occasionally there was a brief bit of shirtlessness.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I love this photo below of Harper and Naughton (the inspiration for this entire post if the truth be known.) Even though at first glance one might sense that this duo is a rip-off of another, far more successful TV teaming (the next one in our line-up), it turns out that the <i>Apes</i> pair came FIRST!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qPlLlkT8mg8s0YLd_PZYSQYvgdFJ9UGWP4gy_HgxbfUzsVjwnB4_5I462fjT1y7UhN8VpDmUNl60R5dgXG1Wy4cImwcQ00Gm1IFBSi6hjJwT-gDTIwARttQe5P1DOZlZlUQXj6wrWwg/s1600/Pal06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qPlLlkT8mg8s0YLd_PZYSQYvgdFJ9UGWP4gy_HgxbfUzsVjwnB4_5I462fjT1y7UhN8VpDmUNl60R5dgXG1Wy4cImwcQ00Gm1IFBSi6hjJwT-gDTIwARttQe5P1DOZlZlUQXj6wrWwg/s320/Pal06.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Yes, <i>Starksky and Hutch</i>, a very popular TV twosome with hirsute brunette Paul Michael Glaser and blond David Soul, came in 1975.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwDNuIxaNHvQENyUtG6CG6bfJQ_ktOlbKBRDILPSnVNjXjnM-aNQSmbi2lcHpMq-0oSC98gI5hfuYUUNL6NXeqEaVorudFQAB77DV_XUgD-HpCYsvosW5Uefm0ya4mZJ1BVlrM7k7Q_zE/s1600/Pal14c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwDNuIxaNHvQENyUtG6CG6bfJQ_ktOlbKBRDILPSnVNjXjnM-aNQSmbi2lcHpMq-0oSC98gI5hfuYUUNL6NXeqEaVorudFQAB77DV_XUgD-HpCYsvosW5Uefm0ya4mZJ1BVlrM7k7Q_zE/s320/Pal14c.JPG" width="281" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The contrasting crime-fighters often had dates and short-term girlfriends on the show, but most critics and audience members felt that the greatest amount of chemistry and affection occurred between the two men themselves.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrA0K81vv8-ConDHKyVuBoMqlIx2TZrwffjgSBrv6-b7AdfHQnjboJZE_hx1gmnj7CTl-GtIHJglxE6IsqHlP7JL0b-H66ffHcz7jfMMoTCNvddKvCKP8e-7AvhHtLDJM1bCrGQPILcpU/s1600/Pal14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrA0K81vv8-ConDHKyVuBoMqlIx2TZrwffjgSBrv6-b7AdfHQnjboJZE_hx1gmnj7CTl-GtIHJglxE6IsqHlP7JL0b-H66ffHcz7jfMMoTCNvddKvCKP8e-7AvhHtLDJM1bCrGQPILcpU/s320/Pal14.JPG" width="250" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Initially, Soul was quite blonde, with jagged-cropped hair.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFdan9V35oppiTKOBRD7JIlEzEyQt-gCRePKSIxa37lEtaxNYIJFiRQ8zUhI_XqXBHDj-x6VwzQmrYQB_OjdmnmAoHcV4D7MkC5tFs50yA1k-oBEodnTLOZtUxg7jr2jALg5WqNx0Kius/s1600/Pal14b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFdan9V35oppiTKOBRD7JIlEzEyQt-gCRePKSIxa37lEtaxNYIJFiRQ8zUhI_XqXBHDj-x6VwzQmrYQB_OjdmnmAoHcV4D7MkC5tFs50yA1k-oBEodnTLOZtUxg7jr2jALg5WqNx0Kius/s320/Pal14b.JPG" width="270" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As the series continued, Soul's hair deepened and lengthened and he grew a mustache (which I must say I didn't like at all...)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM8AUgFGcyEz7yROVr3wYM2dYSvnTLkppwnPoxnNga-T1YP1TUCkzDV2kuf0cQiT0KWS0Mnk2EXYnFuPBaRs-oG6hXWeIpQMobUhcJndOmiQ_X7UCQkoV0NbAMw2O9LVIDWP7q8QK-S1E/s1600/Pal14d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM8AUgFGcyEz7yROVr3wYM2dYSvnTLkppwnPoxnNga-T1YP1TUCkzDV2kuf0cQiT0KWS0Mnk2EXYnFuPBaRs-oG6hXWeIpQMobUhcJndOmiQ_X7UCQkoV0NbAMw2O9LVIDWP7q8QK-S1E/s320/Pal14d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">1977 brought the hit show <i>CHiPs</i> to the airwaves, with dark Latino actor Erik Estrada matched with blonde Larry Wilcox. The show ran until 1983.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWn1aX-aZZXR-MqE-d6fuSAA0FLCjNhn9Mpy1kei90GJc4TYP1AHq5UBVrE5VpgbVMeRi2S8RkdT2eb7QB5dRrN2cDTH-jGpJhOiy3_BbdnKnL8OJomDHFUXnNPNseStMbheQaZpuRmNU/s1600/Pal10b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWn1aX-aZZXR-MqE-d6fuSAA0FLCjNhn9Mpy1kei90GJc4TYP1AHq5UBVrE5VpgbVMeRi2S8RkdT2eb7QB5dRrN2cDTH-jGpJhOiy3_BbdnKnL8OJomDHFUXnNPNseStMbheQaZpuRmNU/s320/Pal10b.JPG" width="306" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Though things were sunny on the outside, tension reigned behind the scenes of the California Highway Patrol-oriented series. Eventually, Wilcox left the show altogether, though he did return for the 1999 reunion/proposed revival, which didn't come to pass (bottom right of the montage below.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgw_6VouVfVDcmRFKx96SXexB7EnqWsjzJJfpV344kfVEJLfCB7CEuW2uxnVra7Th0an54RyXXcTP5sqXkgmEaAUu9iEJAe-BX-cLoGlfxbaggUEyX2blCbX-ab_mu7NGprA0rvaWE5Q/s1600/Pal10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgw_6VouVfVDcmRFKx96SXexB7EnqWsjzJJfpV344kfVEJLfCB7CEuW2uxnVra7Th0an54RyXXcTP5sqXkgmEaAUu9iEJAe-BX-cLoGlfxbaggUEyX2blCbX-ab_mu7NGprA0rvaWE5Q/s320/Pal10.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">After his departure, Estrada got a new, even blonder partner in Tom Reilly, but that didn't last when those two also didn't see eye-to-eye and Reilly, while playing a policeman on TV, was arrested for possession of an illegal substance. After that, Estrada worked more with recent Underworld profile subject Bruce Penhall, who you can see and read more about <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2013/07/have-small-chip-while-im-still.html" target="_blank">here</a>!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WxdPsjdNThhZX6ojPhvYaOwzJVJj7U7BhvkbU2OezyWbC_l_tSJycl0Gb0_SsSQgtzDuGMcvcShEjhxNMheyUaTV6jViLzFdRvzvtUDC4i7N0dF8lWrMOZYGQRXDtwd8G4nNYQmfqWk/s1600/Pal10c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WxdPsjdNThhZX6ojPhvYaOwzJVJj7U7BhvkbU2OezyWbC_l_tSJycl0Gb0_SsSQgtzDuGMcvcShEjhxNMheyUaTV6jViLzFdRvzvtUDC4i7N0dF8lWrMOZYGQRXDtwd8G4nNYQmfqWk/s320/Pal10c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Incidentally, for a brief while as Estrada convalesced from a motorcycle accident, Olympic Decathelete Bruce Jenner filled in as the brunette half of the patrol team, departing soon after Estrada's eventual return. (God forbid two blondes costar on a show!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5GhmAzbw6q9ZnU8FXvVPH1h7F8oH0WfdklaZllpEYvERtc9hr4Ip-18eQzJ0kSDtEu7bLv3T8VrsnOca2448VzJu4LHVKR1_O5tZMQ3tK-M4J93ZsZpOdYRRHgXMTFRf68OigcfkQdr4/s1600/Pal10d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5GhmAzbw6q9ZnU8FXvVPH1h7F8oH0WfdklaZllpEYvERtc9hr4Ip-18eQzJ0kSDtEu7bLv3T8VrsnOca2448VzJu4LHVKR1_O5tZMQ3tK-M4J93ZsZpOdYRRHgXMTFRf68OigcfkQdr4/s320/Pal10d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The late-'70s were a fertile time for sci-fi in the wake of <b>Star Wars</b>' success, though most TV programs had trouble finding a significant foothold. Even though<i> Battlestar Galactica </i>offered then state-of-the-art effects, it just couldn't quite stay afloat, even with these two hunks, brunette Richard Hatch and dark-blonde <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/09/digging-up-some-dirk.html" target="_blank">Dirk Benedict</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK1lje6REimoc2SvBwstE16TrQNJ6Fd1DdVUDg-xSCGO9qw8Pb-sQDqJgt8jMKUa8mP2LysrPsuddvVPNtpGSdYIIJ-R1IyAomjxBH2boK3-IUC-E1olL5I5-5ESuKTRmZOQCetUBUJEc/s1600/Pal01c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK1lje6REimoc2SvBwstE16TrQNJ6Fd1DdVUDg-xSCGO9qw8Pb-sQDqJgt8jMKUa8mP2LysrPsuddvVPNtpGSdYIIJ-R1IyAomjxBH2boK3-IUC-E1olL5I5-5ESuKTRmZOQCetUBUJEc/s320/Pal01c.JPG" width="243" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I know I never missed it, but it had little chance to succeed up against the powerful sitcom <i>All in the Family</i>. The highly-expensive series was dropped after one season, prompting heavy viewer outcry and even one suicide! (An obsessed fifteen year-old boy jumped off a Minneapolis-St. Paul bridge upon learning of the cancellation.) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje-B7bUPWwbFN0e375cFErl9Ze6lS5XX0fdmzsiJNTdaMu_jVnf-n0xgxvHnvFxdtwE43cpYz0G3Mh-IOp2fcfR9vv_u_NA2BDUVTgaF12TyH42fJzX7_VvyUGAuKGOEYrIsL2_K9oXX0/s1600/Pal01d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje-B7bUPWwbFN0e375cFErl9Ze6lS5XX0fdmzsiJNTdaMu_jVnf-n0xgxvHnvFxdtwE43cpYz0G3Mh-IOp2fcfR9vv_u_NA2BDUVTgaF12TyH42fJzX7_VvyUGAuKGOEYrIsL2_K9oXX0/s320/Pal01d.JPG" width="250" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bLGaXYvOHE6yTuq1LV5p3n0ZGS8AG0-tPJxn4AsTUMMAAri3CbK8K2SY_budaLniGMlrIPbqgI1S3v3wHSJBAG0b_0La6Oh-dv79sEjvstJW4MpQ2y4h67rUlJ9neA_znb7yczYkXzc/s1600/Pal01e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bLGaXYvOHE6yTuq1LV5p3n0ZGS8AG0-tPJxn4AsTUMMAAri3CbK8K2SY_budaLniGMlrIPbqgI1S3v3wHSJBAG0b_0La6Oh-dv79sEjvstJW4MpQ2y4h67rUlJ9neA_znb7yczYkXzc/s320/Pal01e.JPG" width="225" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">After much hue and cry from fans, including a massive letter-writing campaign, ABC decided to retool and bring back the show in a less expensive format. However, Benedict was no longer available and Hatch decided not to re-sign due to concerns over the concept. So, Light-haired Barry Van Dyke and dark-haired Kent McCord (of <i>Adam-12</i> fame) were trucked in to star in the show, re-titled <i>Galactica 1980</i>. It lasted less than four months.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A hugely popular light 'n dark duo came along in 1979 with <i>The Dukes of Hazzard</i>, an action-comedy series that reveled in and wallowed in as much rural corn pone tackiness as it could handle. Blonde John Schneider and brown-haired Tom Wopat played cousins Bo and Luke Duke (of Hazzard, Kentucky, of course!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-t4Q9d7tWd2EQVWUI11bG1HGAM1mIJYyRCOCSxpmNBWExGaLJAJbUm7I5IDkxmrbpvuFnbK-0bzYP7op0pn-o0w-imdC1iIIaF3M68k1velCY4bHrLA3PwQUFrSqu5wHOppqHwhexPY/s1600/Pal07b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-t4Q9d7tWd2EQVWUI11bG1HGAM1mIJYyRCOCSxpmNBWExGaLJAJbUm7I5IDkxmrbpvuFnbK-0bzYP7op0pn-o0w-imdC1iIIaF3M68k1velCY4bHrLA3PwQUFrSqu5wHOppqHwhexPY/s320/Pal07b.JPG" width="261" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The series, which aired just before <i>Dallas </i>on Friday nights and had spawned an avalanche of tie-in merchandise, was about to head into its fifth season when the two leads decided not to report for work. This was due to the lack of salary increases and royalties they felt due them from having their likenesses on everything from action figures to board games to gum cards to “you name it!” </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinvft6dgsV3vXJg7tVgnV9FyRjajVBx17txmffcvgEAeJ9SbhJSzquJZAQz4IMmfxwnhyLTyL3q2mb6Ke1CcfVxuEfpEE8jzhIg5gnVwdhkjpvGo3h9gacpYh-m_uBwVGDrff3gjRplzU/s1600/Pal07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinvft6dgsV3vXJg7tVgnV9FyRjajVBx17txmffcvgEAeJ9SbhJSzquJZAQz4IMmfxwnhyLTyL3q2mb6Ke1CcfVxuEfpEE8jzhIg5gnVwdhkjpvGo3h9gacpYh-m_uBwVGDrff3gjRplzU/s320/Pal07.JPG" width="189" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The producers responded by swiftly hiring two vague look-alikes, blonde Byron Cherry and raven-haired Christopher Mayer, as Coy and Vance Duke, two more heretofore unheard of cousins!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzrNWofvxZDPsfkJnsMc-e6lboVXdzW2pI3gCAlBZ2H8TyWSDO7MdNd_-5og2i_vfNShrABAMZnEYGGEZsd4XFiBB5XrNzrf-bBb7ufY4-sUliI3F-GF9Z9MurMGqRM98yatuWOEbypL0/s1600/Pal07c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzrNWofvxZDPsfkJnsMc-e6lboVXdzW2pI3gCAlBZ2H8TyWSDO7MdNd_-5og2i_vfNShrABAMZnEYGGEZsd4XFiBB5XrNzrf-bBb7ufY4-sUliI3F-GF9Z9MurMGqRM98yatuWOEbypL0/s320/Pal07c.JPG" width="209" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Literally pencilled-in to the show, with scripts meant for Schneider and Wopat having their characters' names scratched out and replaced by those of Cherry and Mayer, it was a crass, thoughtless act that drove home the point that where money-hungry executives are concerned, actors are interchangeable and dispensible.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPKfbIFOfVOTHO7Y_hy0gFSnpbnmtGOGcXAuPR6IpnUn-GflRMSh3dtLjdmkXwVps-7Dy0O5p-E7oyh7BGgjftRPy7fiBpSdpd-7aRjDeXXdPJvzKkl8pOBgN5qIvDAR1406bAVuJLJ2o/s1600/Pal07d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPKfbIFOfVOTHO7Y_hy0gFSnpbnmtGOGcXAuPR6IpnUn-GflRMSh3dtLjdmkXwVps-7Dy0O5p-E7oyh7BGgjftRPy7fiBpSdpd-7aRjDeXXdPJvzKkl8pOBgN5qIvDAR1406bAVuJLJ2o/s320/Pal07d.JPG" width="244" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Trouble was, the ratings took a huge nosedive. So terms were agreed upon and the newbies were dumped almost as unceremoniously as their predecessors had been beforehand. Schneider and Wopat were back for two more undistinguished seasons (with irreparably damaged ratings and popularity) until the show ended in 1985.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggG3QgKpChlXtCO7CrICVcJjJIiYFtdBUCFy-xNJMsRAIHviN-7S0mjQgiLLgCJmQP99hvRg7nJjKE28xKqLr4t6MRjAhA-8fzJcbxGqP0wUT01KEKe0mb_QbpX7wNQ7j238MubsPOChs/s1600/Pal07f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggG3QgKpChlXtCO7CrICVcJjJIiYFtdBUCFy-xNJMsRAIHviN-7S0mjQgiLLgCJmQP99hvRg7nJjKE28xKqLr4t6MRjAhA-8fzJcbxGqP0wUT01KEKe0mb_QbpX7wNQ7j238MubsPOChs/s320/Pal07f.JPG" width="249" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3UeKC7_5W8HQkha4pQF2MIHmUVtAItxVjA_gThUGZ6y2ZaFBqcitgSxf_jvdTLZx5grr1ujfmdTneiVyNlBhdwzk4K_FQZ9FKYg5bh1kcgxTK1MTFg4lqVf-NzikoSklV130HqElrz2c/s1600/Pal11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3UeKC7_5W8HQkha4pQF2MIHmUVtAItxVjA_gThUGZ6y2ZaFBqcitgSxf_jvdTLZx5grr1ujfmdTneiVyNlBhdwzk4K_FQZ9FKYg5bh1kcgxTK1MTFg4lqVf-NzikoSklV130HqElrz2c/s320/Pal11.JPG" width="242" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">1983 put forth another light 'n dark hued adventure series, this one set in and around water, called <i>Riptide</i>. Slim, sandy-haired <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/05/king-me.html" target="_blank">Perry King</a> costarred with dark and hairy Joe Penny as old army buddies who set up their own detective agency. Their headquarters is based on King's boat, the Riptide, which is also the name of the agency.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">During the early episodes, Anne Francis appeared as the female skipper of a nearby boat. (She's shown below being straddled by our stars.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0F-7E_94y9vVQXx4xdLXrd96iRjYsI8PSsiWri1I4Qbl0Re6717VE7cEQpJGuH_HegJAKAvvC8YENAt862ADwuFKm1WqNdS7L3JvqTb3zwMIKH65VfcInMud8gQlf_YN3Q_QCNB9mXI/s1600/Pal11c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0F-7E_94y9vVQXx4xdLXrd96iRjYsI8PSsiWri1I4Qbl0Re6717VE7cEQpJGuH_HegJAKAvvC8YENAt862ADwuFKm1WqNdS7L3JvqTb3zwMIKH65VfcInMud8gQlf_YN3Q_QCNB9mXI/s320/Pal11c.JPG" width="252" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I still like my version of this publicity shot better!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqF6N8Ir4rXmc9QEESGPdWQuZo-rTUV8pwoRFZf196PlVzE92TNWv14U0AdJsq2rf6_931OAeEw1UTD-IjVt_DaDeytLd0FkODldKjMHuQs2SipQIVCApth55FybuyKWPDtQP0EpAsnY/s1600/Pal11d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqF6N8Ir4rXmc9QEESGPdWQuZo-rTUV8pwoRFZf196PlVzE92TNWv14U0AdJsq2rf6_931OAeEw1UTD-IjVt_DaDeytLd0FkODldKjMHuQs2SipQIVCApth55FybuyKWPDtQP0EpAsnY/s320/Pal11d.JPG" width="144" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Riptide ran for three seasons, ending in 1986.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnanb5P-ZjnOIq0IHPeLnY8tPeVuC5NKZRlQ0jHCAUvFwWP4_mwIVFmljaPuJUkz4NHF1Bi8J6dNvMCQ5F8xWJnksfZEJwk1ohmjELpvcUJREWTbRNi1LEq4XfPzPo0VRQyVxU9OGSpr8/s1600/Pal11b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnanb5P-ZjnOIq0IHPeLnY8tPeVuC5NKZRlQ0jHCAUvFwWP4_mwIVFmljaPuJUkz4NHF1Bi8J6dNvMCQ5F8xWJnksfZEJwk1ohmjELpvcUJREWTbRNi1LEq4XfPzPo0VRQyVxU9OGSpr8/s320/Pal11b.JPG" width="258" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A far more slick, sophisticated and stylish buddy show had already come along by that time, one that really caught the attention of TV viewers and spawned imitators and influenced the clothing choices of many American men. <i>Miami Vice</i>(1984-1989) starred Philip Michael Thomas and Don Johnson.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHauq2S8XhOa7kjBNnALITkOsqGiVrDIUxpNZcKO5FGaoSWFT0sn5JnevTUjxsjOFy9NVKLg27jg4gqpnIH4vcon6cN9H1Z6W_MuSWwPf4ve6n9UUEZZPnW_P0C4oqpuTSxoBABBahVAo/s1600/Pal12a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHauq2S8XhOa7kjBNnALITkOsqGiVrDIUxpNZcKO5FGaoSWFT0sn5JnevTUjxsjOFy9NVKLg27jg4gqpnIH4vcon6cN9H1Z6W_MuSWwPf4ve6n9UUEZZPnW_P0C4oqpuTSxoBABBahVAo/s320/Pal12a.JPG" width="244" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The pair of detectives, always dressed to the nines in (mostly) pastel ensembles, investigated all sorts of seedy activity from prostitution to drug trafficking. As you can see in this collection, Johnson's hair went through a variety of permutations over the years.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfzSmO9MPrcYzwDBLNWFd1JLj_rPr5T4J_f4g8hlShZYkS00mG0bJ88mOn2cY2TKf_j_XE1to517Yz15Imnkyply_9X7y6EO7oKJ-3GksHYcrZFjDdudibvbbzgeOyFHIqM9W4AFRLl1s/s1600/Pal12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfzSmO9MPrcYzwDBLNWFd1JLj_rPr5T4J_f4g8hlShZYkS00mG0bJ88mOn2cY2TKf_j_XE1to517Yz15Imnkyply_9X7y6EO7oKJ-3GksHYcrZFjDdudibvbbzgeOyFHIqM9W4AFRLl1s/s320/Pal12.JPG" width="253" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">After two seasons, this show nearly underwent a contract upheaval when Johnson felt that renegotiations were in order. Mark Harmon was in the dugout, ready to take over Johnson's spot on the show, but things were resolved in time for there to be no interruption in production.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT3gq-edmvgeMl7QKUSPgI0beFe9mUyGN4_0wOkc67W9t-jYuj4ivUQMUtZl6_kp3cb4Kx51Fpkkb_Vp3UxTC_apXu6sDHN31rxAe4fvtj_netZm2SDwWP562M4fYz8V0ZK3TbF37jyUw/s1600/Pal12b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT3gq-edmvgeMl7QKUSPgI0beFe9mUyGN4_0wOkc67W9t-jYuj4ivUQMUtZl6_kp3cb4Kx51Fpkkb_Vp3UxTC_apXu6sDHN31rxAe4fvtj_netZm2SDwWP562M4fYz8V0ZK3TbF37jyUw/s320/Pal12b.JPG" width="268" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">So what have we learned from all of these blonde 'n brunette buddy shows? Well, one thing I've learned is that on Jack Webb series, the darker-haired stars have trouble keeping their eyes open for publicity photos...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5fnTELYjsAijgDxpJHRSbFp_JHBjIhVNbwRsuQrJ7geubXWtcBet3x5La4BMGioHn6bYkeZUXBHV1-DdwJgksYnhgzBjKtVI1pGQ2DeKFokgkNNvVelB36EzDyAEN7misDcAMige2VM/s1600/Pal13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5fnTELYjsAijgDxpJHRSbFp_JHBjIhVNbwRsuQrJ7geubXWtcBet3x5La4BMGioHn6bYkeZUXBHV1-DdwJgksYnhgzBjKtVI1pGQ2DeKFokgkNNvVelB36EzDyAEN7misDcAMige2VM/s320/Pal13.JPG" width="136" /></a></div><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">But, seriously, this one is less about learning and more about enjoying the view! I hope you did. The End!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRMa-peN5qrNc5te0KZkNoRHG0ws3ZM19Ay48YeGt2XeiMuMlXSghbYXaN_8xbScb5CwOx6o6Wb2N4BvZKkR8B7LCf-RXvLOorK3UgUitjiFQyAk1jrcwr0egDb2m20VPhInhHhKBEsM/s1600/Pal15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRMa-peN5qrNc5te0KZkNoRHG0ws3ZM19Ay48YeGt2XeiMuMlXSghbYXaN_8xbScb5CwOx6o6Wb2N4BvZKkR8B7LCf-RXvLOorK3UgUitjiFQyAk1jrcwr0egDb2m20VPhInhHhKBEsM/s320/Pal15.jpg" width="238" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-17512117377747194202013-07-30T07:51:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:27:12.245-08:00Let's Take a Dip Into the PastOf course that is what we ALWAYS do here in The Underworld, but this is a tad different. In fact, this post is most unusual because unlike practically every post I have ever done at this site, it doesn't involve any celebrities!! While working on photos for my (step)sister blog <a href="http://krazykaptions.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Krazy Kaptions</a>, in which I create hilariously perverse captions to go along with vintage snapshots, I have managed to accrue a selection of old pictures that are not right for that site, but which might hold appeal to a great number of Underworld readers/viewers. They are vintage photographs of everyday guys dressed in the swimwear of their day. <br /><div><br /></div><div>Fortunately for us, the swimwear is virtually all very trim, snug and revealing, the antithesis of the board shorts and multi-layered underwear and gym clothing that many guys go swimming in today (this latter phenomena for reasons known only to them....) This was the day when men thought nothing of frolicking at the pool or the beach, with family or friends, in simple, skimpy, often very appealing, suits and trunks. There is a wide, wide variety of types here, so I hope there's something for everyone. As far as I'm aware, all of these pictures are of (often above)average Joes having fun, not models of any kind. Several are of soldiers in recreation. I find them captivating and I hope you do too until I re-emerge with another movie or TV related post! I've avoided commentary, preferring to let the visuals speak for themselves. 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He was just a far more rowdy and rambunctious person than the sleek, prepackaged, glamorized gents we tend to go for as a rule. I speak of Oliver Reed, a hell-raising, controversial, charismatic actor who for a time was one of Britain's most celebrated cinema stars.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNTbqQ4qbuLLMdvlDn8Md4hSQzGgwPpZuNXjSKpsyekAe_ChVK2Cj6aBqNlLhZw_vfvwyQeDkhQi7dkskr-QoZUEZt3Ooc9yor6xqHDoNs1Eu8aEjfXmG5RNRhBDqlgS2qIpBvo_9ncFM/s1600/OR00d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNTbqQ4qbuLLMdvlDn8Md4hSQzGgwPpZuNXjSKpsyekAe_ChVK2Cj6aBqNlLhZw_vfvwyQeDkhQi7dkskr-QoZUEZt3Ooc9yor6xqHDoNs1Eu8aEjfXmG5RNRhBDqlgS2qIpBvo_9ncFM/s320/OR00d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Robert Oliver Reed was born into show business, yet did not immediately take part in it himself. He came into the world on February 13<sup>th</sup>, 1938 in Wimbledon, England, the great-grandson of Herbert Beerbohm Tree, the founder, no less, of the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art in 1904! One of Tree's illegitimate children was the celebrated movie director Carol Reed, who was Oliver's uncle. Oliver's father was a sports journalist named Peter Reed and his mother's name was Marcia. His illegitimate bloodline was also reported to contain that of Peter the Great.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg0Jia2zkXFovamIGwOOrgh71hOCdXr037_5x4hcMsjLOF-pHY8nrSgdp4pZHXxwQSe_9Pzi_Ghxev62DgohyphenhyphenAvzeEcokJzHkdmDqkxlnJyS_HemHMtWQAcpH5Qdd1yUSA4Uosee3JQLM/s1600/OR00c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="126" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg0Jia2zkXFovamIGwOOrgh71hOCdXr037_5x4hcMsjLOF-pHY8nrSgdp4pZHXxwQSe_9Pzi_Ghxev62DgohyphenhyphenAvzeEcokJzHkdmDqkxlnJyS_HemHMtWQAcpH5Qdd1yUSA4Uosee3JQLM/s200/OR00c.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Despite the adventuresome, thespian heritage within his genes (or perhaps partially due to it!), Reed was a troubled, restless student in school. He was in fact expelled fourteen times! He channeled some of his energy into athletics, with cross-country running a forte, but remained rather aimless as he neared adulthood. After working as a nightclub bouncer, he was enrolled in the Army Medical Corps and sought to become an officer, but was diagnosed with dyslexia.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkDLJUtgxJxbLPvH4tcEBAxbpXkit9Yfl5DR7kEpjf0HG6yb3kFR1ox0XVHeFZNkmVnlQu-jROkdbvtZ5JcyuUadKmFjBp61R1V38da9PxEf6Oqo5zmkCSvqS_7cjf-Mr3t5xuOvKL28/s1600/OR01c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkDLJUtgxJxbLPvH4tcEBAxbpXkit9Yfl5DR7kEpjf0HG6yb3kFR1ox0XVHeFZNkmVnlQu-jROkdbvtZ5JcyuUadKmFjBp61R1V38da9PxEf6Oqo5zmkCSvqS_7cjf-Mr3t5xuOvKL28/s320/OR01c.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">At age twenty, he left the Army and kicked around as everything from an amateur boxer to an attendant in a mortuary! His uncle Carol Reed felt that he should give acting a go, but he showed little to no interest. His attitude changed, however, when he discovered that many of his drinking cronies were making decent money performing as extras in the movies. Blessed with huge, sea-blue eyes, a strong face and a solid build, he soon found work in films, playing teeny parts in movies such as <b>Hello London</b>, <b>The Square Peg</b> (both 1958) and <b>The Captain's Table</b> (1959.) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTDniF0WMe3Hhug5icbLKEvWycg4-VKsV-VGlTVLdL-Rg9SB2MF8ge7eKx-_7LLsavRKpzHWKwPTPchDueS63XWgWngBNVoVm1JT1E6dwn_dptgVOXN3NnFJcLjdpyJbytCBMSNvdcWDY/s1600/OR02c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTDniF0WMe3Hhug5icbLKEvWycg4-VKsV-VGlTVLdL-Rg9SB2MF8ge7eKx-_7LLsavRKpzHWKwPTPchDueS63XWgWngBNVoVm1JT1E6dwn_dptgVOXN3NnFJcLjdpyJbytCBMSNvdcWDY/s320/OR02c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Much of 1959 was spent working on British television, either in bit roles or occasionally a named part such as Richard of Gloucester in <b>The Golden Spur</b>. In 1960, he began to work more frequently in movies, swiftly progressing from virtual walk-ons (<b>Life is a Circus</b>, <b>The Angry Silence</b>, <b>Wild for Kicks</b>, <b>The League of Gentlemen</b>, among others) to supporting parts (as in <b>Sword of Sherwood Forest</b>, a feature film extension of the popular series <i>The Adventures of Robin Hood</i>, which starred Richard Greene from 1955 – 1960.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgInJJ4vF54l7MJRq8HONUi8eiwITJ_PZZzkMFppvpHtB6MQMNeShWniuz5kC9dkt-PK19QaqVQPap9f2dwiMTMW0SR0XXapp6BJ3SNvQvptkcbRVC2hPzenWxaX1HUSH6hfMvQNYB8g/s1600/OR00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgInJJ4vF54l7MJRq8HONUi8eiwITJ_PZZzkMFppvpHtB6MQMNeShWniuz5kC9dkt-PK19QaqVQPap9f2dwiMTMW0SR0XXapp6BJ3SNvQvptkcbRVC2hPzenWxaX1HUSH6hfMvQNYB8g/s320/OR00.jpg" width="317" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMXzz6feYW8rBnL7w5sGrRC-GWLdOXORJAWRFqYVrklN5Em4j_EHYqboMrO4YKs6hTpaj0K2dTdYBvg8mdNpG9rK8EXfQWxJNOqkCpOajlZHKrAdv0xhbYNjX6A1EmtUCxuTozAW7brw/s1600/OR01d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMXzz6feYW8rBnL7w5sGrRC-GWLdOXORJAWRFqYVrklN5Em4j_EHYqboMrO4YKs6hTpaj0K2dTdYBvg8mdNpG9rK8EXfQWxJNOqkCpOajlZHKrAdv0xhbYNjX6A1EmtUCxuTozAW7brw/s320/OR01d.JPG" width="248" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Also in 1960, he married a woman named Kate Byrne, who would bear him a son, Mark, the next year. Hammer Film Productions had produced <b>Sherwood</b> and Reed was sufficiently impressive enough to warrant a leading role in their 1961 release <b>The Curse of the Werewolf</b>. This was the only time that Hammer produced a werewolf movie and it retains a solid cult following to this day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFk5FzCLow1frWhQ999ltLPskrNr-fuwgqDGF-K7c89S48QhwhyphenhyphenLEsWN3LtkoejAgsbcZaznuTnxfRYvO-ddNafqgKbUEmGmH65_H50ZuCm_NPjt3ouqvimVNJQ00Fpvd9srj1eHnVXM/s1600/OR02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFk5FzCLow1frWhQ999ltLPskrNr-fuwgqDGF-K7c89S48QhwhyphenhyphenLEsWN3LtkoejAgsbcZaznuTnxfRYvO-ddNafqgKbUEmGmH65_H50ZuCm_NPjt3ouqvimVNJQ00Fpvd9srj1eHnVXM/s320/OR02.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd9tSkU0lD5aCH6oK81INd7Bdhmbpv2s16SKY4yZc_aPB6DWWNAgyU-37elFiWPx5JOg86UcZO9zG4g9ImCqrYhE5YaNkdiEEz4Xbx4irDIEs96gMZKt1wPqK2oZcWYTV2Lz3M51XtvT4/s1600/OR01a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd9tSkU0lD5aCH6oK81INd7Bdhmbpv2s16SKY4yZc_aPB6DWWNAgyU-37elFiWPx5JOg86UcZO9zG4g9ImCqrYhE5YaNkdiEEz4Xbx4irDIEs96gMZKt1wPqK2oZcWYTV2Lz3M51XtvT4/s320/OR01a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Reed portrayed a tormented young man, the product of a rape who is taken in and raised by a Spanish nobleman when his mother dies in childbirth. He comes to realize that he is imbued with lycanthropic attributes so that when the moon is full, he transforms into a furry, vicious werewolf. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhhc-dhWZk_OZf_BzT-yGxlwXkdEg7PEEWCK2Hn7hXUfXDoxk6sRDaHUBN_sM35P0wzW1t8cztjM2GLNArtRLh81gR0gMgguHmPqumkkX9DhEln4H3bNrgNOiwXFUJomMy6xnpdCZAjYM/s1600/OR03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhhc-dhWZk_OZf_BzT-yGxlwXkdEg7PEEWCK2Hn7hXUfXDoxk6sRDaHUBN_sM35P0wzW1t8cztjM2GLNArtRLh81gR0gMgguHmPqumkkX9DhEln4H3bNrgNOiwXFUJomMy6xnpdCZAjYM/s320/OR03.JPG" width="255" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This film didn't immediately lead to continued leading man status for him, however. He next worked in the colorful <b>The Pirates of Blood River</b> (1962), with Kerwin Matthews, Glenn Corbett and Christopher Lee. In about a decade, Reed would be top-billed in a movie in which Lee had a supporting role.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaqJ1o5b97DhyZdN3X1hyphenhyphen0QYgbPSZkXG58JxRkIHMfBmqnyN4OW4GgZbYCvGCyyyad-LLVQ3wvkAktFOSLEHc7T12HIhWiCk2b8sHE6MzXewexcnwg5heSPMbxFNZLHt4ATQqZBQOKlJM/s1600/OR01b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaqJ1o5b97DhyZdN3X1hyphenhyphen0QYgbPSZkXG58JxRkIHMfBmqnyN4OW4GgZbYCvGCyyyad-LLVQ3wvkAktFOSLEHc7T12HIhWiCk2b8sHE6MzXewexcnwg5heSPMbxFNZLHt4ATQqZBQOKlJM/s320/OR01b.JPG" width="260" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">For the next couple of years, Reed would balance television work (on shows like <i>ITV Play of the Week</i> and <i>The Saint</i>, with Roger Moore) with either leading roles in minor films (such as <b>Paranoiac</b>, 1963) or supporting parts in others (<b>These Are the Damned</b>, 1964.) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwcDqYC3BXAfs-y-phAUID4c15Wvae96N6hPO4fbBxEMWlhg5cawtEwuChdHFi3FZ6cdCjyxnR0NEQdpVbasW0q1tw8T5rn97kRbwYZQ5w-gH9EKIpyoMeeQnLPujHf98pp0Jo4eAhV8Q/s1600/OR02d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwcDqYC3BXAfs-y-phAUID4c15Wvae96N6hPO4fbBxEMWlhg5cawtEwuChdHFi3FZ6cdCjyxnR0NEQdpVbasW0q1tw8T5rn97kRbwYZQ5w-gH9EKIpyoMeeQnLPujHf98pp0Jo4eAhV8Q/s320/OR02d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>Paranoiac</b> had him as the troubled brother of Janette Scott amidst a family tree riddled with mystery while <b>Damned</b>had him as a thuggish, incestuous-minded brother to Shirley Ann Field that eventually focuses on a clatch of radioactive children!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjljbd9WSZyUfs7pPZxOOHur59ifC5HzM0gfik6wiSoJEaT3a8NtSV3zUfRwCZzFlxXx1Dy1_xwiCwPBFjyz7YIZYykpi99lLNIS64lqGsQLeTsJy3sB21j9MeWy4hD6rGCOw1DWnlM_0c/s1600/OR01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjljbd9WSZyUfs7pPZxOOHur59ifC5HzM0gfik6wiSoJEaT3a8NtSV3zUfRwCZzFlxXx1Dy1_xwiCwPBFjyz7YIZYykpi99lLNIS64lqGsQLeTsJy3sB21j9MeWy4hD6rGCOw1DWnlM_0c/s320/OR01.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">By 1964, he was elevated to co-lead or lead in several films. He and Lionel Jeffries were top-billed in <b>The Crimson Blade</b>, which had them playing villains who have kidnapped King Charles I. Reed was already entrenched in playing suave, but brooding, threatening and dangerous men.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWDyzJbiIYd8hAU3I3MFl_HD2560qCGaKiyGYeAz7CH3k0S1PXd8uV1sLtWMOkXFQLoJFM2kOJRgWekC0lbi_PXvnVsSeRPDZKs2E8TC8cu0a6b8B46GuMGC5U_vAgIfSxuP2Hj8DCS0/s1600/OR03e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWDyzJbiIYd8hAU3I3MFl_HD2560qCGaKiyGYeAz7CH3k0S1PXd8uV1sLtWMOkXFQLoJFM2kOJRgWekC0lbi_PXvnVsSeRPDZKs2E8TC8cu0a6b8B46GuMGC5U_vAgIfSxuP2Hj8DCS0/s320/OR03e.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ435_kHCZuoarXk2VIhc8u09Dcgihbv66d6OnOKB35WWj0xb3_Fhjox-3KBdbaQvJe0iQNrYNaEj0yrob2zOMjS6a1vyaNhyKuOTF3_w5ZzD7X5RQiLMv6nb-HZiivQGtKDqjp6Yyj8/s1600/OR01e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZ435_kHCZuoarXk2VIhc8u09Dcgihbv66d6OnOKB35WWj0xb3_Fhjox-3KBdbaQvJe0iQNrYNaEj0yrob2zOMjS6a1vyaNhyKuOTF3_w5ZzD7X5RQiLMv6nb-HZiivQGtKDqjp6Yyj8/s320/OR01e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A slight departure from the dastardly types he was often playing at this time came with <b>The Girl-Getters </b>(1964), in which he played the leader of a group of young men (one of whom was David Hemmings) with a system in place for getting young ladies into bed. True, he was still playing a ne'er do well, but in this one, the tables were turned on him, giving the role more dimension than just a simple bad guy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvRwKHxP7wxi2B7FHZcPaeMGvTdQQcJjWxFljdwrLmN9kgiUxaNDIcTAhzGq2iFzPJ-rWsklaUXkzQfG22C78EimltaMRinpM75HBp56xkTGJooYbrN1EqpAfcdFW9sPzQbGrJygG1UI/s1600/OR04c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvRwKHxP7wxi2B7FHZcPaeMGvTdQQcJjWxFljdwrLmN9kgiUxaNDIcTAhzGq2iFzPJ-rWsklaUXkzQfG22C78EimltaMRinpM75HBp56xkTGJooYbrN1EqpAfcdFW9sPzQbGrJygG1UI/s320/OR04c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzemYQyy4JzLAkWPEx4uB_9tS3PTDtcoMPZJfXvMAzs6t-2BiU8ZZW-SUa0XGf3hW1B4MMnWfIqM26AQOCbOGVg_olwYcIY_J9PLOKSvQy46hUqT9SCYAnhw1OsBttsHMOescTlBg3WD8/s1600/OR02b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzemYQyy4JzLAkWPEx4uB_9tS3PTDtcoMPZJfXvMAzs6t-2BiU8ZZW-SUa0XGf3hW1B4MMnWfIqM26AQOCbOGVg_olwYcIY_J9PLOKSvQy46hUqT9SCYAnhw1OsBttsHMOescTlBg3WD8/s320/OR02b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Things very nearly ground to a halt for Reed thanks to an incident that sprang from his pub-crawling lifestyle. Reed, always a heavy drinker throughout his life, with many hell-raising incidents along the way, was embroiled in a bar fight. In the scuffle, he was slashed across the face with a broken bottle and required multiple stitches on his left side, primarily on his lower left jaw. PLEASE NOTE: Before looking at the next photo, please know that it shows these stitches!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzQ8GfO8DDhB-XU47J0oW3dMmB0eSs0Rp_N-cOqx7LWmpjG3vkfJl194VFu5-1UK10-ZPwa5a7R0ypByD7Q9jkLuMC-0Rh0xIoctG3WHygPJ5pKMV-J84Y1ZxzWjqlqoxC2XQiB_u3uak/s1600/OR04e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzQ8GfO8DDhB-XU47J0oW3dMmB0eSs0Rp_N-cOqx7LWmpjG3vkfJl194VFu5-1UK10-ZPwa5a7R0ypByD7Q9jkLuMC-0Rh0xIoctG3WHygPJ5pKMV-J84Y1ZxzWjqlqoxC2XQiB_u3uak/s320/OR04e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ8yWA2jflqmOWeyY09y1FuintUF1lj-1KDq5NPPLAtKw-uJYVF-cHDUGec6RNv4e3END1vIsidXTgw7snQKRK_9J_37UM9hHAN2Ck-3cIQdL0Ni6FDuwGkkMCGKZrkQ77qPUq6TSS35U/s1600/OR07b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ8yWA2jflqmOWeyY09y1FuintUF1lj-1KDq5NPPLAtKw-uJYVF-cHDUGec6RNv4e3END1vIsidXTgw7snQKRK_9J_37UM9hHAN2Ck-3cIQdL0Ni6FDuwGkkMCGKZrkQ77qPUq6TSS35U/s320/OR07b.JPG" width="230" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Fearful that the resultant scarring would cost him his promising career in front of the camera, he needn't have worried for the crevasses along the cheek near his mouth only added more character to a face that was becoming known for depicting nefarious, dangerous characters. In time, the scars would diminish somewhat, though often, when applicable, Reed wore thick mustaches or a beard to help disguise them.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWB2MI7-YoDAsC2cqGD4BOhxlSqSpYjE-vv2TGY7JRB_rRbcwHSlUwH3wcaAxiYjIQm0hwURSDxfRfgfKiYN4B6WZxTQDkO60NGHUHGxF2m5GMhk4vder_SOhw_xg7Fi9YIo8lnEFU02Y/s1600/OR05a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWB2MI7-YoDAsC2cqGD4BOhxlSqSpYjE-vv2TGY7JRB_rRbcwHSlUwH3wcaAxiYjIQm0hwURSDxfRfgfKiYN4B6WZxTQDkO60NGHUHGxF2m5GMhk4vder_SOhw_xg7Fi9YIo8lnEFU02Y/s320/OR05a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In 1965, he - with fresh-grown beard - worked in the ensemble television series <i>R3</i>, about an research facility that investigates a wide variety of areas from space exploration to new drugs to undersea exploits. The unusual program is believed to be completely lost despite its comparatively recent production time frame.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-8hweabK4OE8hy-46R60bb_Zy53vJC_axtMAdFOVAgfCt-HMBbFL7TVvuLVyDgkPIb1fmOBTpT3IhuCRmXJEqi4GMoEV2hRSgm4usUhnbvUkPsepxmEgh57VEH2ewEh4iIBdxxmj4L9Y/s1600/OR06d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-8hweabK4OE8hy-46R60bb_Zy53vJC_axtMAdFOVAgfCt-HMBbFL7TVvuLVyDgkPIb1fmOBTpT3IhuCRmXJEqi4GMoEV2hRSgm4usUhnbvUkPsepxmEgh57VEH2ewEh4iIBdxxmj4L9Y/s320/OR06d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In <b>The Brigand of Kandahar </b>(1965), a colorful Hammer adventure drama set in India, Reed was cast as a cackling, violent bandit. The routine, low-budget production is all but forgotten today. More memorable (and better received) was 1966's <b>The Trap</b>, about a rough and tumble fur trapper who takes as his wife a frightened mute woman played by Rita Tushingham.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5nGuSpm0A7paseKg2iFSkscTn3pL5IVS3U3Bj35bEFlfHlLl32fD6MkMT1pvEypNReH1VDnE752bjfwalerH_V_LF-cDxjIMDR-cAAZC-8c_N6Y95UHBczIumI4QRx_j6hWUKraBgcfI/s1600/OR13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5nGuSpm0A7paseKg2iFSkscTn3pL5IVS3U3Bj35bEFlfHlLl32fD6MkMT1pvEypNReH1VDnE752bjfwalerH_V_LF-cDxjIMDR-cAAZC-8c_N6Y95UHBczIumI4QRx_j6hWUKraBgcfI/s320/OR13.JPG" width="240" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4Zkqh0Dm6H7ZF5NqcJRIMtpehqWMyj-oQtM6YWk3GO9yrdeVP7jkkk5GZbIbDt_hGtBLnDqb0T8iiVc7u5wl7n-pBpr163MCwXyljF2Axc2066mVydnJEVW-dIl4Vftkzwna01Bb40M/s1600/OR04f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4Zkqh0Dm6H7ZF5NqcJRIMtpehqWMyj-oQtM6YWk3GO9yrdeVP7jkkk5GZbIbDt_hGtBLnDqb0T8iiVc7u5wl7n-pBpr163MCwXyljF2Axc2066mVydnJEVW-dIl4Vftkzwna01Bb40M/s320/OR04f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>1967 brought a variety of roles from the comedy <b>The Jokers</b> (in which he and his – very unlikely! -- brother Michael Crawford conspire to steal the crown jewels from The Tower of London) to <b>I'll Never Forget What's'isname</b>, which cast him as an advertising exec who snaps and decides to leave his life behind in order to return to his roots as a literary magazine writer. Among the cast of this one were Orson Welles, Harry Andrews, Marianne Faithful and Frank Finley, who would later become closely associated with Reed in another film. Reed was often part of notorious cinematic firsts and in this case he was starring in the first mainstream film containing the word “fuck.”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLRjVWvYP02BxYQEbC01Jr3H7cOY7Y7ShJORSDQob0Y659t4jmLyyQyG0W0KoebmbI6Onulr3rVF3Hptb5sYbEHdp67t8layQCI6981KO7H0Hnh5pUMIpBPSy3FtHlGccJMH3v8tpgQU/s1600/OR12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLRjVWvYP02BxYQEbC01Jr3H7cOY7Y7ShJORSDQob0Y659t4jmLyyQyG0W0KoebmbI6Onulr3rVF3Hptb5sYbEHdp67t8layQCI6981KO7H0Hnh5pUMIpBPSy3FtHlGccJMH3v8tpgQU/s320/OR12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPaw-q2yMgG5qkiiU063RtiV0JO5-3tgEO6HgkJhVWz8n7LuR-xhEyEvNE6pqSEH_hXhh2f_qPegBkzeG7G505JVr6v8PMYlZiGx9584Xrx2EVL8m1bTeCt-ppz31Qk8yKQLzk9UGGytY/s1600/OR07f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPaw-q2yMgG5qkiiU063RtiV0JO5-3tgEO6HgkJhVWz8n7LuR-xhEyEvNE6pqSEH_hXhh2f_qPegBkzeG7G505JVr6v8PMYlZiGx9584Xrx2EVL8m1bTeCt-ppz31Qk8yKQLzk9UGGytY/s200/OR07f.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>This same year also had Reed playing the delinquent troublemaker of a small island community in which a vicious, unbalanced killer resides in <b>The Shuttered Room</b>. Gig Young and Carol Lynley starred as a couple visiting to claim an inheritance while Flora Robson was on board as a mysterious old crone who may know more than she's letting on about the situation. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQwQ78_SBuVPf9nEmxWj3ufyJQlLmW1Z-D2zA6GgNjYU-04mN7kYGVC1YHm0j0WhZO9amKNwc2LyulU-UdaT7Jlc4gZp53Z1ADAcP5JmK2GIzmieR0hY5ylTxU5L1y6VlmSy-bCLHhnGE/s1600/OR07g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQwQ78_SBuVPf9nEmxWj3ufyJQlLmW1Z-D2zA6GgNjYU-04mN7kYGVC1YHm0j0WhZO9amKNwc2LyulU-UdaT7Jlc4gZp53Z1ADAcP5JmK2GIzmieR0hY5ylTxU5L1y6VlmSy-bCLHhnGE/s320/OR07g.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>At nearly thirty, Reed was beginning to prove a bit old for these sort of juvenile delinquent parts (though he did look good in his tight blue jeans), but he was about to make the leap to better things anyway.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJUb5XT9WFZDRkSlRFFjaR8U03u6-55OxIcErRQ3-39gDjXmZvclvw_u4kiV_ZS_8AuoDBrrDNU6fHhHQj8VcMwotEgFX-A0ZZZU_zPSTKCE6GapS5G5W3xLCHGJZ6fNwrzk0s6iq02rI/s1600/OR03b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJUb5XT9WFZDRkSlRFFjaR8U03u6-55OxIcErRQ3-39gDjXmZvclvw_u4kiV_ZS_8AuoDBrrDNU6fHhHQj8VcMwotEgFX-A0ZZZU_zPSTKCE6GapS5G5W3xLCHGJZ6fNwrzk0s6iq02rI/s320/OR03b.JPG" width="258" /></a></div>From the inception of his acting career, Reed had deliberately avoided working for his uncle, director Carol Reed, preferring to make his own mark without the benefit of aid or charges of nepotism. Now a busy working actor for a decade, Reed made the decision to appear in his uncle's lavish adaptation of a hit stage musical, portraying the boorish, decidedly dangerous Bill Sikes in <b>Oliver! </b>(1968.) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrM3oODVmqmVnC0YXeQT1bBsN6-Se4SWMMUG-HgLO62rXBlXppo5nOJSZWekYKuorQmgCnqWcDjnUNxB7kNZ2DdLOolegM3nvDXi6bJPvqRTAIXnHGLxmk7H6iCUCIQ0JRJO376h6BOFk/s1600/OR04b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrM3oODVmqmVnC0YXeQT1bBsN6-Se4SWMMUG-HgLO62rXBlXppo5nOJSZWekYKuorQmgCnqWcDjnUNxB7kNZ2DdLOolegM3nvDXi6bJPvqRTAIXnHGLxmk7H6iCUCIQ0JRJO376h6BOFk/s320/OR04b.JPG" width="220" /></a></div>As a menacing, cruel criminal whose girlfriend becomes involved with the wayward orphan boy of the title, Reed excelled in his part. He was not, however, able to attract the same amount of attention as some of his flashier costars in the movie, Ron Moody and Jack Wild, for example, as two fellow thieves. In an effort to further project the threatening qualities of his role, the character's song was cut from the film version. Still, the movie was a triumph, winning the Oscar for Best Picture and emerging into a classic over the years since. He also reported gave the little star of the film Mark Lester a real and true whallop when he wasn't eliciting the proper amount of fear that Reed felt he should!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPO57KqC55KaL1wkoX_mqWoy5CscU_slID7iLw3LYdK7sZZaOaCUuDzpJAp14A6ez24iCFrKjWnFoK0V3WQdslkgm4K1r6Gqnarmz334IZFNQjW30UlVCHhuSr01d4ok9t50Aqo7uKbDs/s1600/OR03c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPO57KqC55KaL1wkoX_mqWoy5CscU_slID7iLw3LYdK7sZZaOaCUuDzpJAp14A6ez24iCFrKjWnFoK0V3WQdslkgm4K1r6Gqnarmz334IZFNQjW30UlVCHhuSr01d4ok9t50Aqo7uKbDs/s320/OR03c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>He was now well on his way to more significant movie-making. 1969 brought three films, one of which would attract scads of attention then and now. There was <b>The Assassination Bureau</b>, about a secret society of killers who only murder those who they feel deserve it, costarring Telly Savalas and Diana Rigg and a set of fine character actors. Look how slim he appears in this lobby photo.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvTBLnD_SpUj82elZ7y4ODhtHPGJi_uSSVuTnGjqLn86FGgXhHvVKIYzTeaAR73reBZaXYx68rD9rGJ26-Tur5GpV_V61q32Dvd_sYVj0pT3LmUO1Wu8ZsdNXK_NDpvSyre6__n46gGT4/s1600/OR03d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvTBLnD_SpUj82elZ7y4ODhtHPGJi_uSSVuTnGjqLn86FGgXhHvVKIYzTeaAR73reBZaXYx68rD9rGJ26-Tur5GpV_V61q32Dvd_sYVj0pT3LmUO1Wu8ZsdNXK_NDpvSyre6__n46gGT4/s320/OR03d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Then came <b>Hannibal Brooks</b>, which placed Reed opposite an elephant. He portrayed an inmate at a German POW camp who escapes, taking the elephant he's been taking care of at the Munich Zoo, and heads for the Swiss border. The film had a light, comic, quirky touch despite its WWII setting and Reed looked handsome with his close-cropped hair (a look I've always been gaga over.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigu5x_aXVY8DdjIOkb_7NmuF18H2VjCVV-a7J_Uw_uVCZCXl-DVnDXNwH-Kv1YTW1T-ikElLvKwAefXtT1daYXxgimZv1rdJPDdzJ2_ITzdwkEj3sezHeACkaZm4PVTcUBAAW4li8INzc/s1600/OR07a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigu5x_aXVY8DdjIOkb_7NmuF18H2VjCVV-a7J_Uw_uVCZCXl-DVnDXNwH-Kv1YTW1T-ikElLvKwAefXtT1daYXxgimZv1rdJPDdzJ2_ITzdwkEj3sezHeACkaZm4PVTcUBAAW4li8INzc/s320/OR07a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Third, and most importantly, was <b>Women in Love</b>, a Ken Russell-directed adaptation of D.H. Lawrence's scandalous 1920 novel. It told the story of two sisters who carry on simultaneous, but very different, love affairs with a pair of gentlemen friends. One played by Glenda Jackson begins seeing Reed, cast as the son of a wealthy mine owner. The other, Jennie Linden, is attracted to the philosophical Alan Bates. Part of a wave of less-restricted mainstream films to emerge in the late-'60s, the movie is one of the first (along with <b>Medium Cool</b>) to feature full-frontal male nudity, supplied by both Reed and Bates.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg052lh58-jUiIJglZ9r5GuqQYcbKpvWqAxP8eKbnBnnSqvEdMFT3Wcy-89tS1qmEqLw8sJJ1DZTFR5U-OzGhbo6if5VkEKlhHCVJgSZxxPwa2jlKXpZP1B07dBUWBfUk5U3Fntj0EjLy0/s1600/OR04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg052lh58-jUiIJglZ9r5GuqQYcbKpvWqAxP8eKbnBnnSqvEdMFT3Wcy-89tS1qmEqLw8sJJ1DZTFR5U-OzGhbo6if5VkEKlhHCVJgSZxxPwa2jlKXpZP1B07dBUWBfUk5U3Fntj0EjLy0/s320/OR04.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCEI5mrBa5eM1RaSr_dZiQQ-qDBEVL_vCkY8ff5g-adz5-Rp3rF1DUzY1pFR5MBR1MnbogpmneY79amz_MNN6DU_aMVGh4IrvDFqYlY_jmj1TM7coxyS_kdVb8KYLSnoOEAxlodUSSN40/s1600/OR07e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCEI5mrBa5eM1RaSr_dZiQQ-qDBEVL_vCkY8ff5g-adz5-Rp3rF1DUzY1pFR5MBR1MnbogpmneY79amz_MNN6DU_aMVGh4IrvDFqYlY_jmj1TM7coxyS_kdVb8KYLSnoOEAxlodUSSN40/s320/OR07e.jpg" width="249" /></a></div>One of the movie's better remembered set pieces is a nude, fireside wrestling match between the two men. Stemming from one of the friends' philosophical discussions, it plays out as a sensual battle of wills that ultimately becomes incredibly – though not explicitly – erotic. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Director Russell had initially chosen not to film the scene, but Reed wouldn't hear of that and convinced him to proceed with it. The actors were concerned at first about possible comparisons between their bodies, but (after a few belts of booze!) soon discovered that there wasn't much difference between them and were able to proceed without issue.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPjX288KjURV3Z91lUVvYAWDbApZyv_3WjtTu5nkBhYpwGl0JCs2-fpjvkRAZRGEKjXfpWDK054vKExAtVtEYdtLCfsMwBX3Cmhn4s0xsi1YjC5YI3AUB6_6NG1infXGHDQijbUaUvMEM/s1600/OR07c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPjX288KjURV3Z91lUVvYAWDbApZyv_3WjtTu5nkBhYpwGl0JCs2-fpjvkRAZRGEKjXfpWDK054vKExAtVtEYdtLCfsMwBX3Cmhn4s0xsi1YjC5YI3AUB6_6NG1infXGHDQijbUaUvMEM/s320/OR07c.JPG" width="208" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieyKjhvs-rYhyOsF52dQaKmkr4V9oPqF2ZBgO3UWOf1Q2WacileCTcwEhu4DjD_FU0ERWZeccKP_iUqbzWpN5HomRQUykYnkDIqVRadIYp9mHffch1tSI97YPAxXbEvcuSkFQKoOTzqic/s1600/OR05f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieyKjhvs-rYhyOsF52dQaKmkr4V9oPqF2ZBgO3UWOf1Q2WacileCTcwEhu4DjD_FU0ERWZeccKP_iUqbzWpN5HomRQUykYnkDIqVRadIYp9mHffch1tSI97YPAxXbEvcuSkFQKoOTzqic/s320/OR05f.JPG" width="232" /></a></div>Regardless of the fact that he did not match the lean, Nordic looks of the character as described by D.H. Lawrence or immediately suggest refinement, Reed applied himself tremendously to the part, making an indelible impression on audiences (and on the director, who would cast him many times subsequently, though they had connected previously in some television projects.) It was his considerable box office appeal that led him to winning the role over Edward Fox at United Artists' urging. Miss Jackson won as Oscar for her role, while Reed was not nominated.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Reed's marriage to Kate Byrne ended in 1969. Reed had become involved with a dancer named Jacqueline Daryl and she had his daughter Sarah in 1970 out of wedlock (though she and Reed would remain together for a dozen years.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5PnHSabx1c_OFvelXbXSd5BiZDT3K2yUj4pNPRJr1AI38sYqL_PESdYDeXZxD0FMd-0FQWU00UFXTGtRy8AypRhTDgm9LUPRjrfm1KFLI4f_W4NLQmjWo7qNV2eq9Z22iSvLMPJYD1Q4/s1600/OR06f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5PnHSabx1c_OFvelXbXSd5BiZDT3K2yUj4pNPRJr1AI38sYqL_PESdYDeXZxD0FMd-0FQWU00UFXTGtRy8AypRhTDgm9LUPRjrfm1KFLI4f_W4NLQmjWo7qNV2eq9Z22iSvLMPJYD1Q4/s320/OR06f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Also in 1970, Reed costarred with Samantha Eggar in the mystery <b>The Lady in the Car with Glasses and a Gun</b>, directed by veteran Anatole Litvak (his last film.) He also costarred with Hayley Mills in the little-known romance <b>Take a Girl Like You</b>, in which he played one of several suitors of the young, pretty schoolteacher.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUcTRmN0980We9WpuAjqL0-Py_N4TBgRCUBvcTUEgUTx97N6yuwNIurND1LZZFge8oxloKIH1146D8o3pB_czwl-F1vEMBhiBrj8cLlUc2i-y7dGRaHoahs1LmVKm3FUR6j4iEnkFVGrM/s1600/OR05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUcTRmN0980We9WpuAjqL0-Py_N4TBgRCUBvcTUEgUTx97N6yuwNIurND1LZZFge8oxloKIH1146D8o3pB_czwl-F1vEMBhiBrj8cLlUc2i-y7dGRaHoahs1LmVKm3FUR6j4iEnkFVGrM/s200/OR05.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>He re-teamed with director Ken Russell and costar Vanessa Redgrave for 1971's <b>The Devils</b>, one of the most controversial feature films of all time, thanks to its graphic depiction of deranged, sex-crazed nuns, grotesque religious imagery, torture and other assorted bits of debauchery. Rated X, it was one of the most shocking and disturbing films of its era and likely would make a contemporary viewer's jaw go slack even now.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivYvPP9_KWfdlq37VCYJT-LF7-JBk0CI69AgRWIeoOC3x57g2WHfUy4pm-Et3_zlVZKNCeMLfjn__shTDdEn-dmZPpQJPyFZl5mOzIZ-E-mYlvydXdux30VrbNMCWoEOSQ5HKBzFWrWS4/s1600/OR06c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivYvPP9_KWfdlq37VCYJT-LF7-JBk0CI69AgRWIeoOC3x57g2WHfUy4pm-Et3_zlVZKNCeMLfjn__shTDdEn-dmZPpQJPyFZl5mOzIZ-E-mYlvydXdux30VrbNMCWoEOSQ5HKBzFWrWS4/s200/OR06c.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>Nevertheless, the vivid, eye-popping movie was (and still is) hailed by many as a masterpiece and retains a considerable fan following. The filming of <b>The Devils</b> was an exhausting, harrowing experience for Reed, though he considered it his finest hour (as do many critics and fans.) The audacious movie was completely ignored by Oscar and, thus, Reed missed out on any sort of award recognition again.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNviJC_i-aSFGiJWryGHQQ1PkeOP1rB85PnXpHuVoNH2LalgTCzI5sEwSbB0vZN9sKSNV8syos5gJSTDnX7dXO6jrGwsNV9W4yL2v04HMfvwY96JAqu1lgOBNy6vBJQjA3GZnnfl6C0b4/s1600/OR07d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNviJC_i-aSFGiJWryGHQQ1PkeOP1rB85PnXpHuVoNH2LalgTCzI5sEwSbB0vZN9sKSNV8syos5gJSTDnX7dXO6jrGwsNV9W4yL2v04HMfvwY96JAqu1lgOBNy6vBJQjA3GZnnfl6C0b4/s200/OR07d.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>England was experiencing a significant tax situation in which highly-paid actors' salaries were being gobbled up and taken away by the government. This resulted in a considerable exodus of British acting talent to Hollywood or other more favorable locations. Reed attempted to follow suit when he came to the U.S. to film <b>The Hunting Party</b> (1971) with Gene Hackman and Candice Bergen, a violent western in which Reed kidnaps Hackman's wife and she is particularly bothered by it. Reed was miserable having to affect an American accent and work in the arid location (probably lacking in nearby pubs!) and opted to return to England, tax quagmire or no. Reed's decision to stay in England would cost him key roles in blockbusters <b>The Sting</b> (1973) and <b>Jaws</b> (1975), both of them going to Robert Shaw.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi19YfmOOOdTb2uiTNqWHAaCrlDqh21EMLCrTU-x0KfYQPw5oz9YCaDRFWQnch69FwUraYSMC16s54C1uoNbstYdeRukMSNC8VicouLUoXZVFzf1psswCRtS3thx1LbF5FcXZC_FctrcBE/s1600/OR06e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi19YfmOOOdTb2uiTNqWHAaCrlDqh21EMLCrTU-x0KfYQPw5oz9YCaDRFWQnch69FwUraYSMC16s54C1uoNbstYdeRukMSNC8VicouLUoXZVFzf1psswCRtS3thx1LbF5FcXZC_FctrcBE/s320/OR06e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>In <b>The Triple Echo</b> (1972), he was reunited with Glenda Jackson (who had turned down Vanessa Redgrave's role in <b>The Devils</b>) in a bizarre tale about a woman during WWII who takes a deserting soldier as her lover (Brian Deacon), but disguises him as a female to avoid suspicion in her town. Reed, an army sergeant, then comes to the village and begins to pursue Deacon, unaware that she is a he, not to mention the soldier he's been after! (This is not a comedy, by the way.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4O_-YOkXCyslM_KqrU-ZGDQRUNkMMI2dNJhXCNonScJ_E6-JjgfLXBtqA1h8Vif7wpIwpQuZdiiFqHiZNJ1KBOs-9H7ekD5cuiBaQu3RxaYI0d7y7o7JKP3cyYUfESSmRqZSYsn4p8E/s1600/OR06.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4O_-YOkXCyslM_KqrU-ZGDQRUNkMMI2dNJhXCNonScJ_E6-JjgfLXBtqA1h8Vif7wpIwpQuZdiiFqHiZNJ1KBOs-9H7ekD5cuiBaQu3RxaYI0d7y7o7JKP3cyYUfESSmRqZSYsn4p8E/s320/OR06.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>1972 also brought <b>Z.P.G.</b>, which stands for Zero Population Growth, part of a wave of dark and cynical late-'60s/early-'70s sci fi. Reed and Geraldine Chaplin portrayed a couple in a society wherein their generation is not permitted to sire children due to an over-saturated, disease-free population. They decide to proceed anyway and must face dire consequences. The slow-moving, dreary film was not much of a success.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVAye1JKeat79e6Y2KZdZcJ5cP-njLF9HvKw_iwl7QZAYn-EOE0mJpXAjPfD5WqhGvY7b76_IIBbh2j-6uvrFNEUax8bbFdB92qept4f23Jj_WtiOwiaxt2RPc4MLcQLY6mMpG2K7UgO0/s1600/OR07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVAye1JKeat79e6Y2KZdZcJ5cP-njLF9HvKw_iwl7QZAYn-EOE0mJpXAjPfD5WqhGvY7b76_IIBbh2j-6uvrFNEUax8bbFdB92qept4f23Jj_WtiOwiaxt2RPc4MLcQLY6mMpG2K7UgO0/s320/OR07.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>His third film of that year was another first, <b>Sitting Target</b>, the first English film to receive that country's X rating based solely on the level of violence within it. He and Ian McShane played brutal prison escapees who plan to leave the country, but are slowed by the fact that Reed wants to first slay his duplicitous, unfaithful wife Jill St. John. The supporting cast included Edward Woodward as the detective assigned to find them and Frank Finlay. Reed and McShane almost look like brothers, don't you think?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZAmYPl3QpngNtXSSDN04k1Aakq90iKCodBD5AE91r5_3qL6ltx0AQbU3ml9pvvhLOmpCQmCF5FTO9qtmjlovP8sLkCbRYLO1FG4Yg_G6jJ4wqJKhkd4ojoNdj18Fya71C7iTQuqsTRQ/s1600/OR05e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZAmYPl3QpngNtXSSDN04k1Aakq90iKCodBD5AE91r5_3qL6ltx0AQbU3ml9pvvhLOmpCQmCF5FTO9qtmjlovP8sLkCbRYLO1FG4Yg_G6jJ4wqJKhkd4ojoNdj18Fya71C7iTQuqsTRQ/s320/OR05e.JPG" width="273" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNvU9EqwHYkR9Mjgk9XxgTJIXUYl6f7L3gYVWHnz1xPpl7cm1ewuLuN25BGw5GMteGoLU_s_2jf75_aapfLCbQjVNUDHdGJCUnDJI-SYQOXxaVJA-WRLO7wm6pcW2X7Im3qgs6hP-16k/s1600/OR05g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNvU9EqwHYkR9Mjgk9XxgTJIXUYl6f7L3gYVWHnz1xPpl7cm1ewuLuN25BGw5GMteGoLU_s_2jf75_aapfLCbQjVNUDHdGJCUnDJI-SYQOXxaVJA-WRLO7wm6pcW2X7Im3qgs6hP-16k/s320/OR05g.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Reed's 1973 offerings were plentiful and varied, from <b>Blueblood</b>, in which he played a nefarious butler using witchcraft to take over his employer Derek Jacobi, to the Franco-Italian <b>Dirty Weekend</b>, which paired him with Marcello Mastroianni who is kidnapped by Reed and his gaggle of nogoodniks. <b>Fury</b> paired him with Claudia Cardinale (shown at right) in a downbeat story set in pre-revolutionary Russia while <b>Blood in the Streets</b> was another European-made movie about crime and kidnapping.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ZtS1WcytaDvTH5qYJld8qlYJRCrKBQKniageL2N6yFc7RKa6r32W5VqzdwSrJUxIr7zXVk9aVOIiANY-KU0M5-LQW9wTNPnUNEfoCisMCYwmBF6zeqvQRCXCOsyxLM5t24fs14w92uc/s1600/OR05b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ZtS1WcytaDvTH5qYJld8qlYJRCrKBQKniageL2N6yFc7RKa6r32W5VqzdwSrJUxIr7zXVk9aVOIiANY-KU0M5-LQW9wTNPnUNEfoCisMCYwmBF6zeqvQRCXCOsyxLM5t24fs14w92uc/s200/OR05b.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>The 1973 release that introduced me to Reed in the first place and which ensured my lifelong adoration of him was <b>The Three Musketeers</b>. Crazily enough, I have never done a full-on tribute here in The Underworld to Richard Lester's epic take on the classic Alexandre Dumas novel, but I surely will at some point. It was one of my earliest movie-going experiences and the movie (along with its filmed-at-the-same-time sequel) is an easy top ten favorite of mine.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmLyyWxoglE8K4B-YTOxM4q6PD4FEiceOrt63ks6GwuoDdbYHGAi_4eXS5KSYwlyHuI8KTSie6qNyo460PxUx2GZkyyUSxb_GqgwjkNQS8546PhVEeWuDb9cdh5_kOkP-qBAgt-iLYmY/s1600/OR08e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmLyyWxoglE8K4B-YTOxM4q6PD4FEiceOrt63ks6GwuoDdbYHGAi_4eXS5KSYwlyHuI8KTSie6qNyo460PxUx2GZkyyUSxb_GqgwjkNQS8546PhVEeWuDb9cdh5_kOkP-qBAgt-iLYmY/s320/OR08e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Perfectly cast as Athos, a dejected, brawling, boozing musketeer of King Louis XIII's, Reed headlined a huge, all-star cast that included Raquel Welch, Richard Chamberlain, Michael York, Christopher Lee, Charlton Heston, Faye Dunaway and prior costars of his, Geraldine Chaplin and Frank Finlay. He and his fellow musketeers must retrieve the queen's diamonds from her lover before the King discovers them missing, yet a trio of villains stand in their way.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvYkl6LoLBoKGyYsy_wtox6Kc0p3ye8qQbINUzf9WFdcXRdlNRsxeUYpdjHSf9NqahwmEEcpI35lg5GgQkcOlv1jOzRW_UKI9hdfr2Ju3SMVhb5QDn4mhmE3wCRDxw_PF5lgrwZokogw/s1600/OR09a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvYkl6LoLBoKGyYsy_wtox6Kc0p3ye8qQbINUzf9WFdcXRdlNRsxeUYpdjHSf9NqahwmEEcpI35lg5GgQkcOlv1jOzRW_UKI9hdfr2Ju3SMVhb5QDn4mhmE3wCRDxw_PF5lgrwZokogw/s320/OR09a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The movie was initially meant to be one long saga, but the producers decided to slice it in half and pad each part in order to make two movies (and take in two hauls at the box office) which not only resulted in a lawsuit on behalf of the cast, but a Screen Actors Guild ruling which prevents such a thing from happening again.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClghyq1Z3Mq33CEBI2kPg9-X9uyfcTkBGJwSgMbR6KCOquAPyv3e0-LVLXCmA34Gku4zGTKk43fq66dxpM4Z0J8mdEHYQzrT-XFyxO1pVfLGzVhY4FUNY1Wcumm5ykBR8bvxlHktzIS0/s1600/OR09h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClghyq1Z3Mq33CEBI2kPg9-X9uyfcTkBGJwSgMbR6KCOquAPyv3e0-LVLXCmA34Gku4zGTKk43fq66dxpM4Z0J8mdEHYQzrT-XFyxO1pVfLGzVhY4FUNY1Wcumm5ykBR8bvxlHktzIS0/s200/OR09h.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>1974 brought the “sequel” <b>The Four Musketeers </b>(which I love even more than the first film thanks to the extended participation of Faye Dunaway in it) along with a return to the world of Ken Russell, albeit in just a fleeting cameo, in <b>Mahler</b>. He also figured into one of the countless renditions of <b>Ten Little Indians</b>, this one set at an isolated hotel in the deserts of Iran! His costars included Charles Aznavour, Elke Sommer and Orson Welles.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5M4mQ2NyavS4g24zkCDaPqP77SGTmPsAgeNMo-rZ9Lt0KiIOul4_rqaNfmWTq55-nk6TxrsLxnkOsdO7k7xjNtMM251ixISNm676uGr9_MgzJ4w1RyVQAlB9TKuwrigdOqZdtbB-QNBo/s1600/OR08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5M4mQ2NyavS4g24zkCDaPqP77SGTmPsAgeNMo-rZ9Lt0KiIOul4_rqaNfmWTq55-nk6TxrsLxnkOsdO7k7xjNtMM251ixISNm676uGr9_MgzJ4w1RyVQAlB9TKuwrigdOqZdtbB-QNBo/s320/OR08.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Russell cast him again in 1975, this time in the flamboyant, all-star rock musical <b>Tommy</b>, based on The Who's album of the same name. Playing the father of a deaf, dumb and blind young pinball champion, he was married to Ann-Margret as the boy's mother and worked (and "sang!") alongside names such as Elton John, Eric Clapton, Jack Nicholson and Tina Turner, among others.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhad-rkRFufRMTdCxr0VTrBECftyi46zxP2ED0KeLU_eTDhjbS-8lZKn5w2dAue9591R-KevpOx5cVolMTJ3sbJdn9wzXktyrFL6UbtUnfZYMKWl-TbsEIT-XCD7n4L9s8ObdnzVAyz778/s1600/OR08b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhad-rkRFufRMTdCxr0VTrBECftyi46zxP2ED0KeLU_eTDhjbS-8lZKn5w2dAue9591R-KevpOx5cVolMTJ3sbJdn9wzXktyrFL6UbtUnfZYMKWl-TbsEIT-XCD7n4L9s8ObdnzVAyz778/s320/OR08b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Richard Lester came calling again and cast Reed in <b>Royal Flash</b>, a “Prisoner of Zenda”-like adventure in which Malcolm McDowell is forced by Reed into impersonating a Danish prince. Also on board were Reed's <b>Women in Love</b> costar Alan Bates, Florinda Bolkan and Britt Ekland. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDMtw2ggPiYXrxgvBVVdBlPEsgfyKIahwfFYTVNjBz8kABZ0G2icEzqWJAtv-_RuaOqQDuQ4czVSpeL8bDIwtdyAzViLru44hfEJ0Xlm5WB8jQuMu25eWkhLQu3xx7Y1MqpXlZkQco3Y4/s1600/OR08f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDMtw2ggPiYXrxgvBVVdBlPEsgfyKIahwfFYTVNjBz8kABZ0G2icEzqWJAtv-_RuaOqQDuQ4czVSpeL8bDIwtdyAzViLru44hfEJ0Xlm5WB8jQuMu25eWkhLQu3xx7Y1MqpXlZkQco3Y4/s320/OR08f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Prior to the filming of this movie, Reed was in Hollywood for an appearance on <i>The Tonight Show</i>with Johnny Carson. He was growing the proper mustache for portraying his role of Otto von Bismarck and fellow guest Shelley Winters told Reed he looked “like Hitler,” which didn't sit very well.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0F_N5sDA2izAyQqH79qqTp0UAz2IwOLA0ZRAbJ5d70MakpYnzeSKuDHkrZ09F5IKQzHiKvuPF0p4rV3muoJZW-SgA879fPTQiO6WkaeQZR99IsLRspQjf5ko_dE7oP19_8PP1QaemFdg/s1600/OR08g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0F_N5sDA2izAyQqH79qqTp0UAz2IwOLA0ZRAbJ5d70MakpYnzeSKuDHkrZ09F5IKQzHiKvuPF0p4rV3muoJZW-SgA879fPTQiO6WkaeQZR99IsLRspQjf5ko_dE7oP19_8PP1QaemFdg/s320/OR08g.JPG" width="149" /></a>As the conversation disintegrated, with Winters repeatedly interrupting him and babbling in a stream of consciousness, Reed began to get miffed and started to expound about women's lib, then a very hot topic. He, with dry tongue firmly in dry cheek (though it is likely that he meant what he was saying, but in a more old-fashioned & complimentary rather than critical way) he stated that a woman's place was at home and in the kitchen (while the husband provided income.) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This provoked Winters (who had by then departed in a flurry) to return to the set and dump a glass of liquid all down Reed, from the top of his head to his knees. He claimed it to be whiskey. Without missing a beat, but pausing due to the audience's outcry, he continued his train of thought as Carson looked on astonished. The incident became something of a legend among TV viewers as an example of impromptu arguments between celebrities. Reed rounded out the year with yet another cameo in a Ken Russell film, this time <b>Lisztomania</b>.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg758rfvf4HPkhSDC9BnBX_aKgTj1Rf-CKJMAHFqa2VPYlXwpY-_tBxx_gmZOdmThjFtuWuobNZTJ1XquJhh3MIHaK4EuUWVWKAf90sFPfwQnMptecEfLwPR3WZD3IawELn4IbAJ7cztmA/s1600/OR05d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg758rfvf4HPkhSDC9BnBX_aKgTj1Rf-CKJMAHFqa2VPYlXwpY-_tBxx_gmZOdmThjFtuWuobNZTJ1XquJhh3MIHaK4EuUWVWKAf90sFPfwQnMptecEfLwPR3WZD3IawELn4IbAJ7cztmA/s320/OR05d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>1976 found Reed still busy as ever. He shared the screen with Richard Widmark and Gayle Hunnicut in <b>The Sell-Out</b> as a CIA agent whose been targeted for liquidation by his own agency while on vacation in Israel. Vladek Sheybal (who'd had a key supporting role in <b>Women in Love</b>) also appeared, as did Sam Wanamaker.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY60q4LwyAyT9JJgOAlD_KehQgOZadmNSvpMzeugmyuTZKSL3q0TTFJXyqbX6B0GiGWjjW_uJYkF5oZQRGSFitk07-98I8XHo4o6EOx29nboz_kUj4yS0jSZj7J-qUXAGAAxzWVYvu_Mc/s1600/OR09b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="98" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY60q4LwyAyT9JJgOAlD_KehQgOZadmNSvpMzeugmyuTZKSL3q0TTFJXyqbX6B0GiGWjjW_uJYkF5oZQRGSFitk07-98I8XHo4o6EOx29nboz_kUj4yS0jSZj7J-qUXAGAAxzWVYvu_Mc/s200/OR09b.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>That same year he starred in one of his more fondly remembered films, the old-fashioned horror flick <b>Burnt Offerings</b>. Here, he played the initially lovable husband of Karen Black and father to Lee Montgomery who eventually seems to be turning sinister since the family moved to a large, remote, dilapidated old home.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ssYmFvk5iZpBVn9zf-bx8bm7MaKK8hswEBePlBWFhNQgrC4JbpFkhCXmO8yuQOYPZwsQq3YDHl4Br27dke0ClS0GSxk3SxAwkJ5GeCU8GTVqeMW1yv3e0g-hvd-oHy8cc0GKqXW7ZCs/s1600/OR09e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ssYmFvk5iZpBVn9zf-bx8bm7MaKK8hswEBePlBWFhNQgrC4JbpFkhCXmO8yuQOYPZwsQq3YDHl4Br27dke0ClS0GSxk3SxAwkJ5GeCU8GTVqeMW1yv3e0g-hvd-oHy8cc0GKqXW7ZCs/s320/OR09e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Stalwarts such as Bette Davis, Eileen Heckart and Burgess Meredith were also on hand to add to the fun. Many young gaylings recall the sight of husky, tan Oliver Reed swimming in the backyard pool in his trim swim trunks, which was a welcome change from all the brawling, burly, boozy roles he played before and afterwards.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-qCweivuRhPK0DCtJJq9Lv7GuqUavPklehDLMt9tFjeN_x0XA6Kvh97f_RlAK8iejrNiB5Zu3x5PoFDvifMHozBXSVd5pK-VMrYXSHeUnMGA8Tzp31T7RRar2EmIRbMcZiFf6QZ_TP0w/s1600/OR09f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="108" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-qCweivuRhPK0DCtJJq9Lv7GuqUavPklehDLMt9tFjeN_x0XA6Kvh97f_RlAK8iejrNiB5Zu3x5PoFDvifMHozBXSVd5pK-VMrYXSHeUnMGA8Tzp31T7RRar2EmIRbMcZiFf6QZ_TP0w/s200/OR09f.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>How many of us kids who ever had a fetish about romping and horseplaying in the pool with a hunky grown man could resist Mr. Reed here? (Well, maybe Montgomery could after Reed's character turned possessed and started roughing him up to near the point of drowning! But nevertheless...)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-C9_4oF-LKGhOKriM4ysxxmqdo9Jps_j-2kdzSyYQ11pSOcVjvxI8-Qh_VFvW7Jz46yYa3yjkc2G3Ls0sm2JeflcUiNaAtL9wsI8SM0YWgv2aTtMyg6jgjCZ3lyvvQNUsvlzEXLAIZao/s1600/OR10b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-C9_4oF-LKGhOKriM4ysxxmqdo9Jps_j-2kdzSyYQ11pSOcVjvxI8-Qh_VFvW7Jz46yYa3yjkc2G3Ls0sm2JeflcUiNaAtL9wsI8SM0YWgv2aTtMyg6jgjCZ3lyvvQNUsvlzEXLAIZao/s320/OR10b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>He next appeared more than a little improbably as a half-breed Indian in <b>The Great Scout and Cathouse Thursday</b>, a rambunctious slapstick western which costarred Lee Marvin and also featured Robert Culp, Elizabeth Ashley, Strother Martin, Kay Lenz and Sylvia Miles. Certainly not for all tastes, the co-leads seemed hell bent on trying to out-ham one another. Off set, they also tried to out-drink each other, a contest that Reed won hands down (after ten hours!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinwLfGFG4IIM6AZpvao96Qsly0iUgtwsY6Lz5jWdgMbPvBMKB25ML4JWx_SRvv3tkT9acY0whyGR2lf25wt_YQRXN35RxI-zi9NtREsQxI3ct-kTp6n_b2K1Zd_myIThIwls7fxkkmHyg/s1600/OR05c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinwLfGFG4IIM6AZpvao96Qsly0iUgtwsY6Lz5jWdgMbPvBMKB25ML4JWx_SRvv3tkT9acY0whyGR2lf25wt_YQRXN35RxI-zi9NtREsQxI3ct-kTp6n_b2K1Zd_myIThIwls7fxkkmHyg/s320/OR05c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><b>Crossed Swords </b>(1977) was a retelling of “The Prince and the Pauper” and eventually was re-titled as such. Mark Lester of <b>Oliver!</b> was cast in the dual lead role and unfortunately demonstrated that his initial promise as an actor was not going to be fulfilled in young adulthood. A plethora of stars was assembled to gild the production, but it was all for naught. Reed was top-billed and joined by fellow <b>Musketeers</b> cast members Raquel Welch, Charlton Heston and Sybil Danning in addition to Ernest Borgnine, Rex Harrison, George C. Scott and David Hemmings.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKzbmKv5PK1kaZMCycRSu89SujCmnFECKQ0x02kGgE9GUrDIRFBBQFRLaR3UTr5dBO6GcpjScajtrZi38YDqBF4sxDnPeWSG_3_cd7KAkpdTZzNBgRgtpduov1leROcB_ArldYqt0Y9V4/s1600/OR10c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKzbmKv5PK1kaZMCycRSu89SujCmnFECKQ0x02kGgE9GUrDIRFBBQFRLaR3UTr5dBO6GcpjScajtrZi38YDqBF4sxDnPeWSG_3_cd7KAkpdTZzNBgRgtpduov1leROcB_ArldYqt0Y9V4/s320/OR10c.JPG" width="216" /></a></div><b>The Ransom </b>(1977) had Reed playing a man enlisted to stop a serial killer who is dressing up like an Indian and shooting citizens of an old-money town with a crossbow! He threatens further death if the wealthy people of the town don't come up with a ransom, but they instead give their money to Reed in order for the killer to be stopped and caught by him. Other castmates included Deborah Raffin, Stuart Whitman, John Ireland, James Mitchum and, as the killer (who appears as an evil cross between The Lone Ranger and Tonto!), Paul Koslo.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigOWPCvyvD05zmOoBal43TieeInQ3rAjOcHVst1BET5P5baPxfQtDVW6HdBXj1hh4s_rjPeavjsw017b9pV2Bwn0oSt0oL6PhdZ06i21-FMvglGvgAnTM9lXD1Ean3joLXmJpYMZDkMm0/s1600/OR10d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigOWPCvyvD05zmOoBal43TieeInQ3rAjOcHVst1BET5P5baPxfQtDVW6HdBXj1hh4s_rjPeavjsw017b9pV2Bwn0oSt0oL6PhdZ06i21-FMvglGvgAnTM9lXD1Ean3joLXmJpYMZDkMm0/s320/OR10d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b>Tomorrow Never Comes</b> (1978, which sounds like an old soap opera!) had Reed playing a police officer needed to help diffuse a situation in which Stephen McHattie is holding his ex-girlfriend Susan George hostage in yet another brutal, violent movie. Other stars on board (apparently needing the paycheck) included Raymond Burr, Donald Pleasance and <b>Ransom</b> costars John Ireland and Paul Koslo.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpItxP0Zypf8-p7tly0IBQG7pswuEbgJ6GYSr6_6LXWA5Do65tWCmqivm2gxSVFB2hfInkOQfWkBkItLbUzEugoOU2yRxJE4q7XSeNBmn0dnAsEBlYMa0vqdLtukZIA03L00hDgHmhumc/s1600/OR10e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpItxP0Zypf8-p7tly0IBQG7pswuEbgJ6GYSr6_6LXWA5Do65tWCmqivm2gxSVFB2hfInkOQfWkBkItLbUzEugoOU2yRxJE4q7XSeNBmn0dnAsEBlYMa0vqdLtukZIA03L00hDgHmhumc/s320/OR10e.jpg" width="214" /></a></div>After a brief appearance in <b>The Big Sleep</b> (1978) which he did solely to appear with Robert Mitchum, Reed made the obscure, reportedly wretched, <b>A Touch of the Sun</b> (1979) about Reed trying to retrieve a downed space capsule from an African dictator. Then came a another reunion with Glenda Jackson in <b>The Class of Miss MacMichael</b>, a lesser-known classroom serio-comedy that has elements of both <b>To Sir, With Love </b>(1967) and <b>The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie</b> (1969.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>The Brood</b> (1979), a messy and bizarre horror film directed by David Cronenberg, had him playing an eccentric psychologist who is harboring a very disturbed woman played by Samantha Eggar. Her husband Art Hindle is trying to retrieve her while, in the meantime, diminutive, snowsuit-clad monsters are killing people right and left!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiMLaIoVGR0LvMLzV9yWp9C5oWpCRkJazsu0FD1rtJ4t5ZZnvrBQ31s-u1s2-b83mHML3W9FpfDnajLrHwYCy2tMOPJgnWP2QFSjm-YL6tvoMIrltK6RL5jiWHZp8C9fFf6NstTAgxMcM/s1600/OR06b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiMLaIoVGR0LvMLzV9yWp9C5oWpCRkJazsu0FD1rtJ4t5ZZnvrBQ31s-u1s2-b83mHML3W9FpfDnajLrHwYCy2tMOPJgnWP2QFSjm-YL6tvoMIrltK6RL5jiWHZp8C9fFf6NstTAgxMcM/s320/OR06b.JPG" width="280" /></a></div>By now Reed was working alongside some still-famous names, but often in substandard projects. He didn't even have the benefit of name-brand costars in the Golan-Globus flick <b>Dr. Heckyl and Mr. Hype</b> (1980), but was paired with Anthony Quinn for<b>Lion of the Desert</b> (1981) along with Irene Papas, Rod Steiger, Raf Vallone and John Gielgud. He met a sixteen year-old girl outside a pub in 1980 named Josephine Burge (three years younger than his own son) and developed a friendship with her. When she turned twenty-one, they were married and she remained with him until his death.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ijI2xqnMZujntLFuhDNEtpUDaOvwUuzd7WBWr-HMuwyStXFvEIx79b7IOkrLpNwFNACS-Gbnyd7b96gsVPhp9R_h99FU6L0dnALm763G2Pzgu9SojllJ_M_L-y4cOJ3n3eC2bsMUhSk/s1600/OR10f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ijI2xqnMZujntLFuhDNEtpUDaOvwUuzd7WBWr-HMuwyStXFvEIx79b7IOkrLpNwFNACS-Gbnyd7b96gsVPhp9R_h99FU6L0dnALm763G2Pzgu9SojllJ_M_L-y4cOJ3n3eC2bsMUhSk/s200/OR10f.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><b>Condorman</b> (1981) a live-action Disney flop starred former costar Michael Crawford and featured Barbara Carrera in a yarn about the title creation with Reed as the bad guy. A heavily-drinking after hours Reed had a couple of prickly moments with his costars as well as the crew. <b>Venom </b>(1981) was yet another violent movie with a star-filled cast being offed one-by-one by a black mamba. Klaus Linski, Sarah Miles, Nicol Williamson, Sterling Hayden and Susan George were among the snake bait.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4RSQirbFNPbbeQKfRo6DwI-EZPgtgaRIcvvC4avXeMaO0j4vII6Le0kDup_L0KKT1qGugSepE1nCXeIWuReZ5YMlOULNuT9JUjAXOZeo33_5O2bZBH69IovcNHg5vCn-ziPbw-wBRUtM/s1600/OR10g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4RSQirbFNPbbeQKfRo6DwI-EZPgtgaRIcvvC4avXeMaO0j4vII6Le0kDup_L0KKT1qGugSepE1nCXeIWuReZ5YMlOULNuT9JUjAXOZeo33_5O2bZBH69IovcNHg5vCn-ziPbw-wBRUtM/s320/OR10g.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Having missed out on working in <b>The Sting</b> (1973), Reed now accepted the same role in the vastly inferior sequel <b>The Sting II</b> (1983), which starred master thespian Mac Davis... Also in 1983, he had a cameo in the sex romp <b>Fanny Hill</b>, which also featured his old <i>Tonight Show</i> nemesis Shelley Winters as a madam! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAo1OEVozoQSXXcKfEX6a_itnSe2d1nOXt2QRchgMRxiU31JHhz7rnS0Bzqwl56vAkK42CbQbge1_S90AXJfqA8xVNrlLrHDgJaN-VSsU5_9PMFA0WUrJwdUrVzUoLTqs5SqmVbaqPbXw/s1600/OR11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAo1OEVozoQSXXcKfEX6a_itnSe2d1nOXt2QRchgMRxiU31JHhz7rnS0Bzqwl56vAkK42CbQbge1_S90AXJfqA8xVNrlLrHDgJaN-VSsU5_9PMFA0WUrJwdUrVzUoLTqs5SqmVbaqPbXw/s320/OR11.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Clearly having segued by now into supporting and character parts, Reed stayed busy, but often in undemanding, substandard fare. <b>Spasms</b> (1983) with Peter Fonda, about a killer serpent, and the John Travolta/Olivia Newton-John bomb <b>Two of a Kind</b> (1983) in which he played a variation on Satan, did nothing to improve his standing. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtuQQmrqq7JURmYvjlfcx-SnB9q1lnSL5k3BWloVbfGal3jHqKVg8BaSrPVxFlqUufJJ2Sk3Hta5cJU0rqzO42CILFp5IEf1utUK6PYpcaadmvODS357Vx9nfX_YUSyZgG-GQFPpDUts/s1600/OR09d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtuQQmrqq7JURmYvjlfcx-SnB9q1lnSL5k3BWloVbfGal3jHqKVg8BaSrPVxFlqUufJJ2Sk3Hta5cJU0rqzO42CILFp5IEf1utUK6PYpcaadmvODS357Vx9nfX_YUSyZgG-GQFPpDUts/s320/OR09d.JPG" width="233" /></a></div>He did manage a certain amount of attention in 1986 for the adventure film <b>Castaway</b>, though it was primarily due to the fact that his nubile costar Amanda Donahoe was frequently naked in the deserted island story. He, too, went nude again, though he was by now pushing fifty, grizzled and not exactly in shape.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh54QREJHm0_d8TCaXaoiIN-x2e1tNvOh0tK9Lgxo2IrM3tRCiG18lZtE7KkrzyIHY_7GMZwvqqIsXKdPNYRhPTKPrxtHzcrdugsbw0fQO051JBRm0E-PHPb2MwmItrpB_Y8ZGdt5aEjfM/s1600/OR08c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh54QREJHm0_d8TCaXaoiIN-x2e1tNvOh0tK9Lgxo2IrM3tRCiG18lZtE7KkrzyIHY_7GMZwvqqIsXKdPNYRhPTKPrxtHzcrdugsbw0fQO051JBRm0E-PHPb2MwmItrpB_Y8ZGdt5aEjfM/s320/OR08c.JPG" width="229" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2syk2VEDvp73JRJrPYwK7tQv_OVInaz9OEg-dnW7sIAXCfEhr6QF6gZokE8cyzUWZNqU6nEkxRsp4EQSlcgxuLm37ZbM6Qo-WfpGFg1zVPoJOPDPHtWQi74yUEVoqWqHu_UtVgMrPq3k/s1600/OR09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2syk2VEDvp73JRJrPYwK7tQv_OVInaz9OEg-dnW7sIAXCfEhr6QF6gZokE8cyzUWZNqU6nEkxRsp4EQSlcgxuLm37ZbM6Qo-WfpGFg1zVPoJOPDPHtWQi74yUEVoqWqHu_UtVgMrPq3k/s320/OR09.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>Continued work in low-budget, exploitative fare included <b>Gor</b> (1987, shown above), which placed him in hilariously tacky costuming and headgear, and <b>Dragonard</b> and <b>Master of Dragonard Hill </b>(both 1987), which were pulp-level slavery epics costarring Eartha Kitt and Herbery Lom along with newcomer Patrick Warburton, who played a young Scotsman sold into slavery in the Caribbean. Warburton later told of meeting Reed and swiftly being shown a tattoo that had been applied to the tip of his penis! (Jerry Lewis is another celebrity who was among many to get a “demo” of this.) The eagle's talon image proved to be a taboo symbol at their filming location, causing even more disruption than usual on the occasions in which he chose to share it!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEKdpzecWYhaEIpbjTUlgDeTcS0YQPHXCVlVb8Kkwcn56bz61hA4Ch2HDJH56SPsrdCrIljSR2hiIu_olTN8RiR1hPyPlv_3xvR9B9ZZcgA-Z3EI2fpnX8CZbZ6WePH-FUgU9I3pq71c0/s1600/OR11b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEKdpzecWYhaEIpbjTUlgDeTcS0YQPHXCVlVb8Kkwcn56bz61hA4Ch2HDJH56SPsrdCrIljSR2hiIu_olTN8RiR1hPyPlv_3xvR9B9ZZcgA-Z3EI2fpnX8CZbZ6WePH-FUgU9I3pq71c0/s200/OR11b.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Amidst a series of low-impact, low-budget movies, an occasional notable role would come along. One was in Terry Gilliam's <b>The Adventures of Baron Munchausen</b> (1988), with Reed claiming it was one of the few instances in which he was mostly left alone to create his character and given free rein to make it as big as he wanted (this from a man who was not known for his subdued performances.) He's the one on the left, in case you didn't know...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6656KHus9KKD8CyrzsKLTShN12FxYXd6boJ24SZDRIB6WmyANX0eqDCbVtzQoARiEr8XeoY7IgREvJHjq2-5PcmITSiFW0AxqX-EvATGUOolVO939qmrpfnt3e56L8Uq5CHi4Tzwtu8/s1600/OR09c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6656KHus9KKD8CyrzsKLTShN12FxYXd6boJ24SZDRIB6WmyANX0eqDCbVtzQoARiEr8XeoY7IgREvJHjq2-5PcmITSiFW0AxqX-EvATGUOolVO939qmrpfnt3e56L8Uq5CHi4Tzwtu8/s320/OR09c.JPG" width="220" /></a></div>In 1989, Richard Lester gathered up much of the cast of <b>The Three/Four Musketeers</b> for a belated follow-up <b>The Return of the Musketeers</b>. Though it was fun to see the stars reunited, it was generally a lackluster affair, missing several of the characters who'd brought so much to the first film(s), such as Welch, Dunaway and Heston. Also, sadly, beloved character actor Roy Kinnear died during the filming (of a heart attack the day after a serious riding accident), casting a pall over the proceedings.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qk2wSHa29rWoV4cyxFTMWCVXNQU9l4e2-U53ElfY0vBeLHPROtPiP3xBjn52DXv6_oSDsF8jUI0KFArLPsTrE8f7OX1ysOEdujiylrvSHXxDOCLZ1jkTYEcy33Rrql1fiasI1m12fxI/s1600/OR10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qk2wSHa29rWoV4cyxFTMWCVXNQU9l4e2-U53ElfY0vBeLHPROtPiP3xBjn52DXv6_oSDsF8jUI0KFArLPsTrE8f7OX1ysOEdujiylrvSHXxDOCLZ1jkTYEcy33Rrql1fiasI1m12fxI/s320/OR10.JPG" width="230" /></a></div>Heston, who had wanted to take part in the <b>Musketeers</b> sequel, but could not due to his character being deceased at the time of the story, was making a TV version of <i>Treasure Island</i> directed by his son Fraser and called upon Reed and <b>Musketeer</b> villain Christopher Lee to join him in the cast. Reed was always working, including a stint in the miniseries <i>Return to Lonesome Dove</i> (1993), but his hard-drinking, hard-living lifestyle was about to catch up to him.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Ho9Xtplo3h-L5CSfdJRef5e7XX2HCDyGRFiJCpZTrTUokNVAh5AriXGkCVWc-OQ0wLMGq8nXvM_JFM_MoGKfznZ1jii70mduqSm7CVti1vACB446NNdbmZTqlW3_Yv7xXrQxhXxNTR8/s1600/OR11c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Ho9Xtplo3h-L5CSfdJRef5e7XX2HCDyGRFiJCpZTrTUokNVAh5AriXGkCVWc-OQ0wLMGq8nXvM_JFM_MoGKfznZ1jii70mduqSm7CVti1vACB446NNdbmZTqlW3_Yv7xXrQxhXxNTR8/s320/OR11c.JPG" width="210" /></a></div>He was tapped by Ridley Scott to play the slave trader Proximo in a brash, electrifying new epic about ancient Rome called <b>Gladiator</b> (2000) and threw himself gladly into the colorful part. Though they shared no scenes together, one of his long-time rivals Richard Harris was also cast in the expensive, elaborate film. However, before his scenes could be completed, Reed (who had remained sober for filming provided his activities were his to decide from 5:00 on) dropped of a heart attack after a heavy round of drinking.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0XzEGFT848Un4qs7oyKS1lBd1Adh5Nsqzh2VP3yEiwHaojfHxKrl3PRPVCXP7ojDZ0GbkUpgH-03wP0WQbAmiSzoz7QkdXl1EktgcBbUbsW2lMuUbYDJyR069emOLijyAot7XQkQEFA/s1600/OR11d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0XzEGFT848Un4qs7oyKS1lBd1Adh5Nsqzh2VP3yEiwHaojfHxKrl3PRPVCXP7ojDZ0GbkUpgH-03wP0WQbAmiSzoz7QkdXl1EktgcBbUbsW2lMuUbYDJyR069emOLijyAot7XQkQEFA/s320/OR11d.jpg" width="256" /></a></div>He died on May 2<sup>nd</sup>, 1999 at age sixty-one with three weeks left of shooting to complete. Insurance would have covered reshoots with another actor up to $25 million, but Scott, wanting to retain Reed's performance and reluctant to go backwards on an already grueling shoot, instead opted to truncate Reed's role somewhat and fill in bits of unfilmed scenes with a body double, a mannequin (for one segment) and the use of CGI, which at that time was less-advanced than it is now. The cost was $3 million to do this!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjC6uZ68MdzSGyAtTqMg5nXEjYluRp0Xcp33J6E-KSiJiy7f-KDyXi8W7t8QTuMTkihEFLumtAIM0SZmE1JgfqEXxBfcznZkEm5rZbuMODX_OwiZcQv-6MWP470jD_pohUDLoe5ulg9vc/s1600/OR06a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjC6uZ68MdzSGyAtTqMg5nXEjYluRp0Xcp33J6E-KSiJiy7f-KDyXi8W7t8QTuMTkihEFLumtAIM0SZmE1JgfqEXxBfcznZkEm5rZbuMODX_OwiZcQv-6MWP470jD_pohUDLoe5ulg9vc/s320/OR06a.JPG" width="317" /></a></div>Oliver Reed (shown here with his second wife/widow) was a brilliantly talented actor who generated incredible response to his work on screen, but was never nominated for a single important award. Remarkably, Reed at no time in his career worked on the theatrical stage, something that is the backbone of most significant British thespians. He was a completely cinematic performer, with some television here and there along the way.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1AHrNeVnn5OC39ttcfXB3KO1oHVvFqCNfMs_wvhbl6hbNXrSAVvZTAv_Queu7I-BlwbOVWZeWthHWvzDdBh6_CmPDG7ba89nfiska-KOBEA4bC5L-Bred9Iv17m_CaWvRoZ6F0M84geU/s1600/OR04d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1AHrNeVnn5OC39ttcfXB3KO1oHVvFqCNfMs_wvhbl6hbNXrSAVvZTAv_Queu7I-BlwbOVWZeWthHWvzDdBh6_CmPDG7ba89nfiska-KOBEA4bC5L-Bred9Iv17m_CaWvRoZ6F0M84geU/s320/OR04d.JPG" width="286" /></a></div>Countless tales of his full-bodied partying, rowdy drinking games, bets, brawls, stripping, streaking, puking and coming up with all sorts of audacious quotes (he once referred to Jack Nicholson as a “balding midget!”) have ensured that his name will be mentioned in many anecdotes about movie-making, but apart from all that he remained an actor dedicated to doing his best while at work. This is something practically all of his costars have attested to. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0EFP-i4S8rYVIAPUPy0Y1K36yXKlBjD5pXrFeCI2tLi_2ds67_L2tPmtUrGabmSGVRrHdjW9aBQKtHvQyXzjBxQgYANS8IHsZ4DaXvOe2VpRbBbHAA-ctvjXuNbyWDopeEsFRnxMHGpg/s1600/OR12b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0EFP-i4S8rYVIAPUPy0Y1K36yXKlBjD5pXrFeCI2tLi_2ds67_L2tPmtUrGabmSGVRrHdjW9aBQKtHvQyXzjBxQgYANS8IHsZ4DaXvOe2VpRbBbHAA-ctvjXuNbyWDopeEsFRnxMHGpg/s320/OR12b.JPG" width="209" /></a></div>In The Underworld, we cannot forget those huge, penetrating, intense eyes of his. He was capable of projecting incredible threat, yet also adept at demonstrating extreme sensitivity.</div><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Certainly the world isn't likely to see another of his kind roll along any time soon, for he was brazen, fearless, intelligent, thoughtful, curious and really quite beautiful, scar and all. <br /><br />(<i><u>Editor's Note</u></i>: In case you can't tell, this post was gargantuan and took me FOREVER! So sorry to have lapsed so long in between installments, but with the considerable breadth of this topic and an avalanche of work plus the debilitation of a molar extraction, I've been hard pressed to get anything done. I'll be back soon with more, I promise!)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-2905022705087055652013-07-16T09:41:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:27:12.336-08:00Giving "Diamond" an Appraisal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF02k0Q9Yi6U6WY3mGC6QzMzE2Zd9qvH8qPuM8G_nnjObPsOxcGYWRHSrImcXrOQriV9i_MtQJgAEr9Y1hc-m0boz1Rd16z4pDBnZ13SCQ9qYeDKon1Sizv5i201Mnix5KbkWk7o1UhYQ/s1600/DH00.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF02k0Q9Yi6U6WY3mGC6QzMzE2Zd9qvH8qPuM8G_nnjObPsOxcGYWRHSrImcXrOQriV9i_MtQJgAEr9Y1hc-m0boz1Rd16z4pDBnZ13SCQ9qYeDKon1Sizv5i201Mnix5KbkWk7o1UhYQ/s320/DH00.JPG" width="247" /></a></div>Like a lot of my readers, I just love a glossy, melodramatic soap opera, the glitzier and more overwrought the better. Today's featured film, <b>Diamond Head</b> (1963) isn't necessarily glitzy, though thanks to it's Hawaiian locale it is often beautiful, but it's definitely overwrought and features a cast of familiar, often attractive faces. Unintentional humor is always welcome, too, and there's some of that as well. This movie occasionally becomes confused with Charlton Heston's other, later movie <b>The Hawaiians</b> (1970, a sequel to <b>Hawaii</b>, 1966), though they are totally unrelated apart from the setting. Viewers were captivated by Hawaii in the 1960s thanks to its becoming the 50th state in 1959 and the new realm of culture and storyline its native people, pageantry and practices afforded.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZd4fJtbbTi0gigvjfiYXkQLrL_6W1JaNVrGY7I-MzjdOnaUC9JJvC2xCL1NuM2wXyQdHHvnn1Z_J6C9E7VhWo09cv6Mls-TvQfyVWn4LvWb9X2sWJ1ukL0BjowI0xvAKCJL8NigklLc/s1600/DH07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZd4fJtbbTi0gigvjfiYXkQLrL_6W1JaNVrGY7I-MzjdOnaUC9JJvC2xCL1NuM2wXyQdHHvnn1Z_J6C9E7VhWo09cv6Mls-TvQfyVWn4LvWb9X2sWJ1ukL0BjowI0xvAKCJL8NigklLc/s320/DH07.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJut5Xj31zmMm_VpsAH7GO-x2RP-r_WO2RPeVgl-yZNsvUHqiRETJjkmYcJbnOUXswtBO6ND14FrbfeRQawCdkbJmkf8tuAmoLGjOxyApJ-iHXxdNjDQjwycGrNFtiqawE2T7KyR86WWg/s1600/DH00f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJut5Xj31zmMm_VpsAH7GO-x2RP-r_WO2RPeVgl-yZNsvUHqiRETJjkmYcJbnOUXswtBO6ND14FrbfeRQawCdkbJmkf8tuAmoLGjOxyApJ-iHXxdNjDQjwycGrNFtiqawE2T7KyR86WWg/s200/DH00f.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><b>Diamond Head </b>is set in 1959 because the burgeoning statehood of Hawaii called for political representation in The White House and it is this scenario which kicks off some of the turmoil of the plot. Land baron Heston is approached to run for the U.S. Senate (for an undisclosed party) and, despite some degree of hesitation, eventually decides to go for it.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUPwOmaCKV7v6xt77ZxKD1W8q2EfbPQE-m9Ecv92JyjBoi8XisIXtfMIlcVXHT0XMTCqqXWBHGjI6VzIzBE7Tk5HyIxbxtLSd_N5Yz7wzlUc4QTIerm_0YkL_L9mgn1Z6-aYHMEtlcIOs/s1600/DH06i.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUPwOmaCKV7v6xt77ZxKD1W8q2EfbPQE-m9Ecv92JyjBoi8XisIXtfMIlcVXHT0XMTCqqXWBHGjI6VzIzBE7Tk5HyIxbxtLSd_N5Yz7wzlUc4QTIerm_0YkL_L9mgn1Z6-aYHMEtlcIOs/s320/DH06i.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>He lives on a beautiful plantation with his little sister Yvette Mimieux, who's a bit less innocent after having been away at school with one of the local Hawaiian boys, James Darren (wearing more mascara than most of the ladies!) It seems that during school and on their way back home from college via a luxury liner, they've fallen head over heels in love. Having been raised a generation behind her overly-protective, controlling brother Heston, she is far more open to the idea of a “mixed” marriage than he is.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNAh-mgvJy82b5IVKky6Zpd7PDZ2RZT06jBnt3Vwsie-cTjdgNXYmLXaufks44dacZdou0sRTihHWJf1757HuybE5dA4l3liSwljkZHcL9-LKTt56fzSDPdkny1A7kpYwdUjSQ-P4TjTw/s1600/DH01b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNAh-mgvJy82b5IVKky6Zpd7PDZ2RZT06jBnt3Vwsie-cTjdgNXYmLXaufks44dacZdou0sRTihHWJf1757HuybE5dA4l3liSwljkZHcL9-LKTt56fzSDPdkny1A7kpYwdUjSQ-P4TjTw/s320/DH01b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK4LGfiGNqyy0SgAN_0NhPHgbpDmComREjcMBuHq2IljJZ2Fsqekzvi8NuAOjYGgcUZYBWjTLIZVw2EUx2H2hko3j0reJ6hTpfEE5VpKLPqLh36OGHR5pLfxNHlW1QG-bwN7R6IHp9Xkc/s1600/DH00d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK4LGfiGNqyy0SgAN_0NhPHgbpDmComREjcMBuHq2IljJZ2Fsqekzvi8NuAOjYGgcUZYBWjTLIZVw2EUx2H2hko3j0reJ6hTpfEE5VpKLPqLh36OGHR5pLfxNHlW1QG-bwN7R6IHp9Xkc/s200/DH00d.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>Complicating matters is the fact that he is now about to run for the U.S. Senate and the notion of his blonde kid sister marrying a native Hawaiian is deemed potentially scandalous. Also on board is Heston's sister-in-law Elizabeth Allen. Heston's wife and young boy were killed years before by a tidal wave and Allen, his deceased wife's sister, has been at the estate ever since to help raise Mimieux (Heston and Mimieux's parents having long since passed away, too!)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtGFLQ-jMvad45fu_XF88dZQOOekP9UhNqef29Stw3fPwFxBwNDWYGn-WRuFJ7Xu7bYB_6h_nMlRlvsewfuyRwGlTXynQbXSdNfKB8GWP0DasHnQ8PNKDStzGXIn8ihaEtIiC6ykzHGg/s1600/DH00g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtGFLQ-jMvad45fu_XF88dZQOOekP9UhNqef29Stw3fPwFxBwNDWYGn-WRuFJ7Xu7bYB_6h_nMlRlvsewfuyRwGlTXynQbXSdNfKB8GWP0DasHnQ8PNKDStzGXIn8ihaEtIiC6ykzHGg/s320/DH00g.JPG" width="259" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVVKdQU-wFINI45ZhIasV0siMZgVQF5YUMuOE0HQdAyF14UQUuHpSIkcZVtyXX_JCUtEbTMOHiyH1J2IRZNb3nMATfo431yI6oh81g0Y34JCvDr69G-cnTw6L6a2guIp1WgVnOd1uI2UY/s1600/DH02e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVVKdQU-wFINI45ZhIasV0siMZgVQF5YUMuOE0HQdAyF14UQUuHpSIkcZVtyXX_JCUtEbTMOHiyH1J2IRZNb3nMATfo431yI6oh81g0Y34JCvDr69G-cnTw6L6a2guIp1WgVnOd1uI2UY/s320/DH02e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Heston and Allen represent a formidably old-fashioned and restrictive duo in contrast to Darren's own mother Aline MacMahon, who warmly welcomes Mimieux into her life. Even she, though, has misgivings about the union since she has been forced to watch her own race of purebred Hawaiians of limited number dissipate over the years thanks to intermarriage.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt-Qal5jY7vNJ8kEzmRcgNyliCxL2VzenqYePqgkiG0DHReibNVKEQseiSEV6e0vdSU6ESat_bx8nc_OzUQpxh6GrZiDgxJjenT2fb3JZ6GmSsGat4W1Sck7KSAcuFG6cmwgP-3pKV2TQ/s1600/DH01f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt-Qal5jY7vNJ8kEzmRcgNyliCxL2VzenqYePqgkiG0DHReibNVKEQseiSEV6e0vdSU6ESat_bx8nc_OzUQpxh6GrZiDgxJjenT2fb3JZ6GmSsGat4W1Sck7KSAcuFG6cmwgP-3pKV2TQ/s320/DH01f.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhW5kJbgTbzw0JoFqWWBczT2GAiRm95UxwZxEZTvRt-y3tt_CECyaGxPnYHOLmoFXIrgeF6lSOO22hWiDBuDhNe5q_Dx64c_qMfcXma-iX4koQoywyCRF6c6kfjNjkYe0qkXw22YfVEp4/s1600/DH03e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhW5kJbgTbzw0JoFqWWBczT2GAiRm95UxwZxEZTvRt-y3tt_CECyaGxPnYHOLmoFXIrgeF6lSOO22hWiDBuDhNe5q_Dx64c_qMfcXma-iX4koQoywyCRF6c6kfjNjkYe0qkXw22YfVEp4/s320/DH03e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>She didn't exactly help the cause, however, by marrying a white man prior to Darren's father! That union produced George Chakiris as a half-Caucasian/half-Hawaiian young doctor who has to straddle two worlds in life.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BYk-4IiO5bENjTszVXINyQE4aulRExek8AfOslkzu05Sh6AFZd-7Ct2rxK7Fdl7qOPcJugh_ccsHFUuwUqiskWEcvkv21Xj_nyQABCCvLgtpGb4Xwwn967brJ-D73xHVnxrRoUxxzro/s1600/DH07d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BYk-4IiO5bENjTszVXINyQE4aulRExek8AfOslkzu05Sh6AFZd-7Ct2rxK7Fdl7qOPcJugh_ccsHFUuwUqiskWEcvkv21Xj_nyQABCCvLgtpGb4Xwwn967brJ-D73xHVnxrRoUxxzro/s320/DH07d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLc5Xp7RwucB5fSr-yCThLk-07qi7g2TdsT4n0KEQRN-SH_CRcVSTfs-9-n3CZZmIkp827zsqMcOvlcrTCOjKg2BEZBv0FezcqsEVpQF02UPZyLALVuXZKGjE75nkUhyY2gGEsm-2cdg/s1600/DH01c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLc5Xp7RwucB5fSr-yCThLk-07qi7g2TdsT4n0KEQRN-SH_CRcVSTfs-9-n3CZZmIkp827zsqMcOvlcrTCOjKg2BEZBv0FezcqsEVpQF02UPZyLALVuXZKGjE75nkUhyY2gGEsm-2cdg/s320/DH01c.JPG" width="231" /></a></div>Heston is more than blunt about his feelings and attempts to have Chakiris talk Darren out of the pending marriage. Used to running roughshod over his household and staff, he basically demands that Chakiris find a way to end it. He's not much easier on Darren himself when he lays it all out for him during a morning horseback ride. Will Darren be able to provide Mimieux with the lifestyle she's been raised amid?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-TmTpDC2lXJoHm_Ykz-QDhN4uEr5dS9CIaSycBFc0fQ443xxSnp8w1ElkoIaEY3WiYSKfVeADoPmk0uU9LCJsoVxagBEijHdx0y6VXQLRYeW67J1T8a5mz2qeJj30GuuB-tZxyfiAYzM/s1600/DH03g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-TmTpDC2lXJoHm_Ykz-QDhN4uEr5dS9CIaSycBFc0fQ443xxSnp8w1ElkoIaEY3WiYSKfVeADoPmk0uU9LCJsoVxagBEijHdx0y6VXQLRYeW67J1T8a5mz2qeJj30GuuB-tZxyfiAYzM/s320/DH03g.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfb9rsskM8mxR_U7bFmxZpXpFz_HJuHorwGqIRaFtgEuVNmqTbZYadZVPhd2uXHdd4r1XWePPEbjDcBmpodXaMM9IPkbEYeojBCnIpX12jPJGHnNJCZklAhxR1LNHi54kcLSxaTF0XPW8/s1600/DH02g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfb9rsskM8mxR_U7bFmxZpXpFz_HJuHorwGqIRaFtgEuVNmqTbZYadZVPhd2uXHdd4r1XWePPEbjDcBmpodXaMM9IPkbEYeojBCnIpX12jPJGHnNJCZklAhxR1LNHi54kcLSxaTF0XPW8/s320/DH02g.JPG" width="237" /></a></div>Neither Darren nor Mimieux will have any of this, however. They intend to be married, period! There's a curious, hypocritical angle to all of this hubbub, however. Prior to and all during his pointed disapproval of Mimieux's relationship and his attempts to thwart it, Heston has been seeing a lover of his own, an Asian beauty (France Nuyen) for whom he provides everything from clothing to a cozy cottage!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0byNWnwl6OvqXCHW2tndJpTVBtIIhd8eDwmFZXvZ0_XZOFgOL18kTxfbVBVQchHkpEVECEo25jyFj5eBS4l0DywZMtLnuMD1ddMybEE_f9aBd0Brf11CEstvntG6-NQM9BAK8a8ejaaI/s1600/DH02h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0byNWnwl6OvqXCHW2tndJpTVBtIIhd8eDwmFZXvZ0_XZOFgOL18kTxfbVBVQchHkpEVECEo25jyFj5eBS4l0DywZMtLnuMD1ddMybEE_f9aBd0Brf11CEstvntG6-NQM9BAK8a8ejaaI/s320/DH02h.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Nuyen deeply loves Heston despite the fact that he will not marry her and has expressed a desire to never again become a father after the loss of his only son. He expects her to live on call, under his thumb, without any consideration for her own future happiness or livelihood. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAp-w5I9QqHnZzYUpiC54YuHfoWETyE1GEgvvrx8aXZ7aXgV20wkZQLTY9TNCNmILsz8c5IBIevsbsWeAZEgUt-hiWMBu2p66TlePqMfRC-vc7ReRWETNk9wc6okN4Wmomknu3FczHmE/s1600/DH03f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAp-w5I9QqHnZzYUpiC54YuHfoWETyE1GEgvvrx8aXZ7aXgV20wkZQLTY9TNCNmILsz8c5IBIevsbsWeAZEgUt-hiWMBu2p66TlePqMfRC-vc7ReRWETNk9wc6okN4Wmomknu3FczHmE/s320/DH03f.JPG" width="219" /></a></div>Unbeknownst to Heston, Nuyen has a shiftless brother who often visits her, samples Heston's cigars and liquor and utilizes some of the money that Nuyen receives from her wealthy lover. The brother (Marc Marno) is becoming increasingly disgusted by the situation, not that he minds enjoying some of the fruits of it.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYTD1synCGFx0ZBKhvuAUR4RugkyhyphenhyphenAbasdnqCYQQtzOnf0oHGESgTqMKXUalfSMBaZxYlmZBKSXskqyPEddalAmRmSzrsJ8z0A7l-p75XwQo8RfCRjpZ28XCYUc3ZQGWOy9PvpSW9TQ/s1600/DH04f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYTD1synCGFx0ZBKhvuAUR4RugkyhyphenhyphenAbasdnqCYQQtzOnf0oHGESgTqMKXUalfSMBaZxYlmZBKSXskqyPEddalAmRmSzrsJ8z0A7l-p75XwQo8RfCRjpZ28XCYUc3ZQGWOy9PvpSW9TQ/s320/DH04f.JPG" width="296" /></a></div>The big wedding set to proceed come hell or high water, MacMahon throws a considerable luau at her home to which everyone is invited, including some folks she doesn't even know! There is festive music, leis galore, a pig roast and dancing.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitfXuuJLevRLr7OxqANjAEwBVoa9mgshLBwlJ4TslPqTNHIkQivKCXi0AplABeiRz3WogI72BdnkE3ckkIG-B_OMVd3_kENmCuxarzCeU7mowtPV92fKtyfqr82qnBlpVXK0SqfIyDSLQ/s1600/DH04g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitfXuuJLevRLr7OxqANjAEwBVoa9mgshLBwlJ4TslPqTNHIkQivKCXi0AplABeiRz3WogI72BdnkE3ckkIG-B_OMVd3_kENmCuxarzCeU7mowtPV92fKtyfqr82qnBlpVXK0SqfIyDSLQ/s320/DH04g.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLkN7Zm8u3MRrWHnZleWdumo3Fu9Dr0-fn87OalyYrRHoHqjSizxGFe_wxlzJU_KEfwJ7CByRU7twoVpvMTW4yrx9MYzlm4fswHwjTALFl1Rq2k1KEx8GfylJZJ1aSRJOIl0PSUEOJn18/s1600/DH04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLkN7Zm8u3MRrWHnZleWdumo3Fu9Dr0-fn87OalyYrRHoHqjSizxGFe_wxlzJU_KEfwJ7CByRU7twoVpvMTW4yrx9MYzlm4fswHwjTALFl1Rq2k1KEx8GfylJZJ1aSRJOIl0PSUEOJn18/s320/DH04.JPG" width="239" /></a></div>Heston arrives at the shindig in time to see the folks ravaging the roasted pig in a manner that suggests a lack of civilization and to watch Darren and Mimieux engage in a dance that is meant to be passionate and stimulating but ultimately comes off as rather tame and more than a little silly. (This was 1963, after all, and so many things are muted that might be more graphic even five years later.) With the bongo drums beating and the crowd pouring in, literally everyone except Nuyen seems to be at the party, even her antagonistic, drunken brother Marno. Heston and Marno eventually come to blows at the event, the side effect being that everything falls apart and before all is said and done, the wedding between Darren and Mimieux is impossible.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwujUFDaeaiAxzevQEiFENZOj0pI3JtdF5C0d0z8PJHJs2oA8NfZ8sE8NFOpTyxE5c_Sw-b8McT7iAtAyWTMPKDw1JxbWbT5ugfUDgi-ARCBHqbIR0-k2qOyxJ7x1llz2tgy9y3jtZoAQ/s1600/DH06f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwujUFDaeaiAxzevQEiFENZOj0pI3JtdF5C0d0z8PJHJs2oA8NfZ8sE8NFOpTyxE5c_Sw-b8McT7iAtAyWTMPKDw1JxbWbT5ugfUDgi-ARCBHqbIR0-k2qOyxJ7x1llz2tgy9y3jtZoAQ/s320/DH06f.JPG" width="223" /></a></div>We next begin to see that Mimieux has, perhaps, had some heretofore unexplored issues. Yes, she earlier acknowledged stripping down to the skin in front of Chakiris when they were younger for a dip in a pond and even flirtatiously inviting him in to join her. However, there is now some question about what sort of feelings she has for her own brother/controller! She has a loopy dream in which she is swimming (ostensibly nude, but not) with Darren, Chakiris and Heston all taking part in the activity in one way or another.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlb7PwwqDoKuJ22d-IwOUqTjnXqJtp1eVWZb0pO6t7R5Jtj1scEeiWd2dWuXed-73cg9ya7CjDPyHMWhqxhGZmvq5xuun0rx1Nu43VgM3SYY2LABqatI_GnWHUqHb6V_kzIoxETpWiK38/s1600/DH06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlb7PwwqDoKuJ22d-IwOUqTjnXqJtp1eVWZb0pO6t7R5Jtj1scEeiWd2dWuXed-73cg9ya7CjDPyHMWhqxhGZmvq5xuun0rx1Nu43VgM3SYY2LABqatI_GnWHUqHb6V_kzIoxETpWiK38/s320/DH06.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYx0QRWTbDl-Vzz1gAsmSBuGj1PC6FFUwejuXntkaSJH7vhpMoBcSKlr1g8RRHh5XIZBYsIxtvw9kU3Iy39SSI6WdkWM2Z6j3KO0baOgLmn_8seDo31Jf1kghPNs0lYLS8gbiyEYoadtU/s1600/DH05g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYx0QRWTbDl-Vzz1gAsmSBuGj1PC6FFUwejuXntkaSJH7vhpMoBcSKlr1g8RRHh5XIZBYsIxtvw9kU3Iy39SSI6WdkWM2Z6j3KO0baOgLmn_8seDo31Jf1kghPNs0lYLS8gbiyEYoadtU/s320/DH05g.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Depressed and confused, she decides to leave their home for a stay in Honolulu. She's not the only one who's troubled, though. Allen finally has to face the fact that she's been living a hollow facade of an existence at Heston's side, hoping he'll take notice of the fact that she has fallen in love with him. He has no feelings to return, however, so she makes plans to leave as well. She stops off at a the beach to bid farewell to her little sister-in-law Mimieux.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU4EuyxpbBFrsc7nsYix-nxepijoxWaKI6tPa_L9bIYtUbo81RP5rq6kHcekQtnV0YOLILlNUwMPVTe-fEv_ctTDxZsVea8Bze7n1uMukj78ymjwDvYc6dqp3vudPIxhoYuhZF_HvfnTI/s1600/DH06e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU4EuyxpbBFrsc7nsYix-nxepijoxWaKI6tPa_L9bIYtUbo81RP5rq6kHcekQtnV0YOLILlNUwMPVTe-fEv_ctTDxZsVea8Bze7n1uMukj78ymjwDvYc6dqp3vudPIxhoYuhZF_HvfnTI/s320/DH06e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Incidentally, I couldn't love the moment any more when Allen, decked out in a completely coordinating crème ensemble, removes her high heels (which would take an ordinary mortal some doing thanks to the snug pencil skirt she's wearing, but gives her no trouble at all herself!) and then pads through the sand in her hose to chat with her young sister-in-law!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSekslwIYmsz-3JLzKsm6t2FY-YLogdkZaD3LdS-G8z0wOLm6WyX9OGguEzlG1K4DeZA-0MIM5FxzMsjbVdwzMGSiUcbKNHmqHaLniQ-njvLoFZ-wkP8U0LI-ssXSQF9cSiigkJsmm7EA/s1600/DH06h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSekslwIYmsz-3JLzKsm6t2FY-YLogdkZaD3LdS-G8z0wOLm6WyX9OGguEzlG1K4DeZA-0MIM5FxzMsjbVdwzMGSiUcbKNHmqHaLniQ-njvLoFZ-wkP8U0LI-ssXSQF9cSiigkJsmm7EA/s320/DH06h.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Ecou3PDqMiaIIUdPr9EbKDsxAXyx_lJB5UWFJhIxEXkxpRzUojAmEz3a699Ehr953wYP1O4c0shTLAt99aQsdV3UdlNhfu0c_D30u7JrpYsFCBId456YkTCMjc9PK4IhmPiNB5y1KlU/s1600/DH06c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Ecou3PDqMiaIIUdPr9EbKDsxAXyx_lJB5UWFJhIxEXkxpRzUojAmEz3a699Ehr953wYP1O4c0shTLAt99aQsdV3UdlNhfu0c_D30u7JrpYsFCBId456YkTCMjc9PK4IhmPiNB5y1KlU/s320/DH06c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Mimieux now begins to drink heavily and to fray around the edges. Just as she's getting close to falling apart, Chakiris arrives on the scene, rescues her and takes her to MacMahon's and his home where he puts her in Darren's childhood bed. Before it's all over, he's also put himself in Darren's childhood bed with her! Thanks, brudduh!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjly69Wrk6RGGyFxuiTrvCGJDancx3luPzCPk9H71F-kwcfGkOzD1YgM-VK8enScNbXy4Wl-UXr872qhimCy0cHAI7tkXU7MC10rCncj6_BsSAZHY4bXmArbmpPytCYYH8htnwCMVRKpg/s1600/DH06g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjly69Wrk6RGGyFxuiTrvCGJDancx3luPzCPk9H71F-kwcfGkOzD1YgM-VK8enScNbXy4Wl-UXr872qhimCy0cHAI7tkXU7MC10rCncj6_BsSAZHY4bXmArbmpPytCYYH8htnwCMVRKpg/s320/DH06g.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04n_Kn7mZsM3vwpYMt4GVXovvLMZPOYWQ3ai9SM-Utc__9DUcZvXeswaRIpeSzkC3KgHgWLXF4IpROtvt9jKGvcR2ledPMTfSx22SfgaEZTvQljxIQObEX2gctRa_TILJ4Tn-aGGvfbQ/s1600/DH02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04n_Kn7mZsM3vwpYMt4GVXovvLMZPOYWQ3ai9SM-Utc__9DUcZvXeswaRIpeSzkC3KgHgWLXF4IpROtvt9jKGvcR2ledPMTfSx22SfgaEZTvQljxIQObEX2gctRa_TILJ4Tn-aGGvfbQ/s320/DH02.JPG" width="210" /></a></div>In other news, Heston and Nuyen's relationship has hit a major roadblock of its own, which seems insurmountable. (It might be more surmountable if granite-jawed Heston could unclench even a tad. He's at his most stubborn, impregnable and stone cold in this movie.) They resolve to end their association, though it makes neither one of them happy to do so.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLbaPwuzkvNl7jO4KJa_I9w2RdvecBiJhMea-kgmXv3yxRbKOS4LffYGAcz7FfwnbakRsTN1Ipwc_rySDnO5bvEkidtuY3c4_Qe5lMwH_j1kJLSU9UOLV1QHnxSQWdtUbaHRzm1o_5_yw/s1600/DH07b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLbaPwuzkvNl7jO4KJa_I9w2RdvecBiJhMea-kgmXv3yxRbKOS4LffYGAcz7FfwnbakRsTN1Ipwc_rySDnO5bvEkidtuY3c4_Qe5lMwH_j1kJLSU9UOLV1QHnxSQWdtUbaHRzm1o_5_yw/s320/DH07b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>As the anguished story nears its conclusion (and in the interest of not spoiling the plot line, I have deliberately left out a couple of key details), there is still considerable enmity between Heston and Chakiris, especially now that Charikis thinks it might be his turn to propose marriage to the prize-like Mimieux. <br /><br />Before the movie closes, somewhat open-endedly, but with clues to its ultimate direction, a few folks seem to have come close to having a happy ending, but there has also been a lot of pain and sacrifice for others. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeknudJWARZNljK1DJRydi0Ex85Fpl39_9dpbHUrEZLd4bWQR0N-qHsx55XYbJJcr_6ddzebw1G99SXbF8zUI-nHKgtZDadkpzCwSzX8m0-GshoEU2kyHjPMh8fApnguwqoc4tDbX25zs/s1600/DH01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeknudJWARZNljK1DJRydi0Ex85Fpl39_9dpbHUrEZLd4bWQR0N-qHsx55XYbJJcr_6ddzebw1G99SXbF8zUI-nHKgtZDadkpzCwSzX8m0-GshoEU2kyHjPMh8fApnguwqoc4tDbX25zs/s320/DH01.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqyM3DppxgNkVJVQwJm7RdY0da2y_aYlcGPxiZUtQ-qboaDPTkAznu6L4E4QhyROKI7oRTzZUkojNmgNAlP3-5B5WkDXEcgBgFyx9mlh5spDw59J5iHcxNqNzWEV9A4zrauYocIeMJqw/s1600/DH03h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqyM3DppxgNkVJVQwJm7RdY0da2y_aYlcGPxiZUtQ-qboaDPTkAznu6L4E4QhyROKI7oRTzZUkojNmgNAlP3-5B5WkDXEcgBgFyx9mlh5spDw59J5iHcxNqNzWEV9A4zrauYocIeMJqw/s320/DH03h.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The title volcanic formation bears little to no relation to the film's story, though the title <b>Diamond Head </b>might as well apply to the impenetrable Heston's noggin! His character simply refuses to see anyone else's viewpoint but his own, making this one of the often-heroic star's most emotionally rigid portrayals.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitMgSLlESIxY6ApZehpId3Wnsi6ghKcsqiXUlZKn8U_wh5A39ovOxtvXjWCqel0whJO4nGmzYSyymuaWGWVktIcx1ZDApH9-Jhmb69SK63B9ozeIHIGtMbhUR86-fYlajyBiYNsVvRP-A/s1600/DH09b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitMgSLlESIxY6ApZehpId3Wnsi6ghKcsqiXUlZKn8U_wh5A39ovOxtvXjWCqel0whJO4nGmzYSyymuaWGWVktIcx1ZDApH9-Jhmb69SK63B9ozeIHIGtMbhUR86-fYlajyBiYNsVvRP-A/s320/DH09b.jpg" width="249" /></a></div>This movie is often categorized with other plush, outdoor soapers like<b> Island in the Sun</b> (1957), <b>A Summer Place</b> (1959) or <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/05/rome-if-you-want-to.html" target="_blank">Rome Adventure</a></b> (1962) and they all share colorful locales populated by beautiful people in beautiful clothes. I eat up anything produced by Ross Hunter and even though this movie WASN'T produced by him, it was put together by Jerry Bresler, who later produced <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/04/lana-has-many-costumes.html" target="_blank">Love Has Many Faces</a></b> (1965, a still of which is shown at right) and that will do nicely in a pinch! (He also produced the troubled Heston western <b>Major Dundee</b>, 1965.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAzsry9EBRW9GDII9suIy0w6ARECNIm8ATYEdUApAILdvPs7dITg_ojusu8ZRKuTTWiVs3G-pTzdRgRg5x9sWiFnWgiRZ6kuwW9DADhWo7lGPMDpydWPKxjcaspaEeXE6brgU5AW0Dnts/s1600/DH09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAzsry9EBRW9GDII9suIy0w6ARECNIm8ATYEdUApAILdvPs7dITg_ojusu8ZRKuTTWiVs3G-pTzdRgRg5x9sWiFnWgiRZ6kuwW9DADhWo7lGPMDpydWPKxjcaspaEeXE6brgU5AW0Dnts/s200/DH09.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>The director, Guy Green, had helmed 1962's <b>Light in the Piazza</b>, another gorgeous melodrama set in gorgeous surroundings. It also starred Mimieux along with Olivia de Havilland. After this, he would switch gears to the tender, but also starkly vicious, <b>A Patch of Blue</b> (1965), which earned Shelley Winters another Oscar and also observed racial conflict. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihD-vec2q6pIzuCzy53VZvTe95-H4bfch_BY_ETzzCu-THZrLBaLttLYbswRn3KtkxXB0G0ZT8ngvMm_BceRf0n3vwFA-7WGukumZNFOP8tzpDcKCtRQborN1RuT99-_DB_D2UPjZqzbA/s1600/DH10a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihD-vec2q6pIzuCzy53VZvTe95-H4bfch_BY_ETzzCu-THZrLBaLttLYbswRn3KtkxXB0G0ZT8ngvMm_BceRf0n3vwFA-7WGukumZNFOP8tzpDcKCtRQborN1RuT99-_DB_D2UPjZqzbA/s320/DH10a.jpg" width="181" /></a></div>Heston was close to the height of his popularity and box office clout at this time, with his Oscar-winning <b>Ben-Hur</b> (1959) and<b> El Cid</b> (1961) recent successes. Though he had many hits ahead of him, there were quite a few problem-riddled productions in the near future such as <b>55 Days at Peking</b> (1963), in which director Nicholas Ray quit and was replaced in part by <b>Diamond</b>'s director Guy Green. The aforementioned <b>Major Dundee</b> (1965) had fiery director Sam Peckinpah nearly being ousted and the film hacked to pieces by Columbia Studio execs.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwEp9DzSVOgB6yEERejYVIvEXp5SVpwZ1hwHTkcSfE47BJPvAADi93GTYUqGtIhJ4vGOUDFvn6eGSO5tKss_II5SF7QSLH_3xUQrlQJc5W59RFODQIspt-J35RZFBvoP5aYxIO7Fuk3ns/s1600/DH10b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwEp9DzSVOgB6yEERejYVIvEXp5SVpwZ1hwHTkcSfE47BJPvAADi93GTYUqGtIhJ4vGOUDFvn6eGSO5tKss_II5SF7QSLH_3xUQrlQJc5W59RFODQIspt-J35RZFBvoP5aYxIO7Fuk3ns/s320/DH10b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>A frequent target of naysayers for his later political stances on things like gun control, he was in 1962 a highly conscientious supporter of civil rights and of events stressing equality. I just tend to like his movies because they are often adventuresome, expensive, epic, colorful and feature great costars. Needless to say he's an icon of 1970s disaster & sci-fi cinema as well. There's a bit more about him to be found <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-just-chuck-it.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9M_Sn7Rfhy8vws6iTSAddqX1D-0p_4w0WmWv5FuuKaUtJjDOYmIasXDMXCIjafRfYCMaUGV8GJ26Hh9_MUGeebm_kvMnjmfwAvCKeu-7JWd-uOvSqIKtJFZstWt4N-wLLDuCmf1e4IA/s1600/DH01g.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9M_Sn7Rfhy8vws6iTSAddqX1D-0p_4w0WmWv5FuuKaUtJjDOYmIasXDMXCIjafRfYCMaUGV8GJ26Hh9_MUGeebm_kvMnjmfwAvCKeu-7JWd-uOvSqIKtJFZstWt4N-wLLDuCmf1e4IA/s320/DH01g.JPG" width="262" /></a></div>Although she was never an outright favorite of mine, Mimieux seems to pop up in so many movies that I like. She was also a hot property at this time thanks to 1960's <b>The Time Machine</b> followed by that same year's <b>Where the Boys Are</b>. As the '70s dawned, she found herself working far more heavily in television, retiring from the screen altogether in 1992 at only age fifty.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfrwefQYi8xXnbKldg0M22CnPbQuOJekcICt6o2QSyPiEAjA-up0f1IXRFYYZ4-LQ7teSWQQJk7Z5GMK_xx_zaDcozPZtsNRKSVVQnfQ08GsvbpPlVSz6m8O4Z840QpsrHRsGw21O2Q0c/s1600/DH06b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfrwefQYi8xXnbKldg0M22CnPbQuOJekcICt6o2QSyPiEAjA-up0f1IXRFYYZ4-LQ7teSWQQJk7Z5GMK_xx_zaDcozPZtsNRKSVVQnfQ08GsvbpPlVSz6m8O4Z840QpsrHRsGw21O2Q0c/s320/DH06b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaR2UGFxNf2v9jb0AOXKFaFnQ9VHRzI6W6hIJLiv5c-zRF5Uda0VYGAloIHO5oZHy-vY3HnY8TbxvvyNQBb9SQPAio3U3_fZyz0wRCrek0lGRiB8AaRQ7uYIb6z7tJVbpqioxv6g3Eoww/s1600/DH00b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaR2UGFxNf2v9jb0AOXKFaFnQ9VHRzI6W6hIJLiv5c-zRF5Uda0VYGAloIHO5oZHy-vY3HnY8TbxvvyNQBb9SQPAio3U3_fZyz0wRCrek0lGRiB8AaRQ7uYIb6z7tJVbpqioxv6g3Eoww/s320/DH00b.JPG" width="262" /></a></div>At nearly two decades Heston's junior in real life, they somehow manage to bridge the gap enough to get this story across. Later, in 1972's <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/01/skywhacked.html" target="_blank">Skyjacked</a></b>, they would play estranged lovers. As the product of a mixed marriage herself (a French father and a Mexican mother), she could surely find herself attuned to the subject matter explored here. Now seventy-one, she works in real estate and has other interests.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVRRSbvO5PXTS9NE1ChZOBuH8y3Zk030wlGdalSFQKvMzY0qEciM3HdpNKuxRx0cv8D5zneK50ULIxLMH4Rr5BbFw43Xs2NMCY9Kgfp3kk2PBU2VeDcqFn-gMoe5uiw3zlOx2Zryszto/s1600/DH01h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVRRSbvO5PXTS9NE1ChZOBuH8y3Zk030wlGdalSFQKvMzY0qEciM3HdpNKuxRx0cv8D5zneK50ULIxLMH4Rr5BbFw43Xs2NMCY9Kgfp3kk2PBU2VeDcqFn-gMoe5uiw3zlOx2Zryszto/s320/DH01h.JPG" width="233" /></a></div>Chakiris was born to Greek immigrants in the Cincinnati suburb in which I now live! I got to meet him at length in 2011, something I shared with Underworld readers <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-comes-early-to-underworld.html" target="_blank">here</a>. At the time of Diamond, he'd won the Oscar for 1961's <b>West Side Story </b>and was beginning to win much bigger and better roles than he'd previously been given (usually as a dancer or in a bit role.) Like Mimieux, the 1970s seemed to signal a turn to television versus movies. Now seventy-eight, Chakiris has been retired from acting since 1996 and lives a peaceful, low-key life designing unique pieces of sterling silver jewelry.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJyU_WE2yi-lIcTcQOpBp5CSuHK8W7mdhFX5mkUHWnSuSMRxN-uhoT5DRHDSefC33iB0z21ZMcHm0wuRyWWTfxNpDubjeTwhOP5rRA0chTB1SQEje-5Xn5Rh-FWnkdWu1cvdc3OpQ5LPE/s1600/DH03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJyU_WE2yi-lIcTcQOpBp5CSuHK8W7mdhFX5mkUHWnSuSMRxN-uhoT5DRHDSefC33iB0z21ZMcHm0wuRyWWTfxNpDubjeTwhOP5rRA0chTB1SQEje-5Xn5Rh-FWnkdWu1cvdc3OpQ5LPE/s320/DH03.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrO4lY4GKA5vSPJqK_Ppd-zvM5aExHHt5-tzmd2raoYBtd-T1p_m-_uqOSAB1IhJiOKPXVv2wqBbBPAcTJCF-1D9R8e6_Wq8rw7Iqi8DrwcHzGYbLmT9CMy1phxyGs69dRNDU4Ojo6nrQ/s1600/DH10e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrO4lY4GKA5vSPJqK_Ppd-zvM5aExHHt5-tzmd2raoYBtd-T1p_m-_uqOSAB1IhJiOKPXVv2wqBbBPAcTJCF-1D9R8e6_Wq8rw7Iqi8DrwcHzGYbLmT9CMy1phxyGs69dRNDU4Ojo6nrQ/s320/DH10e.JPG" width="279" /></a></div>When Nuyen took part in 1958's <b>South Pacific</b>, her movie debut, she didn't even speak English, but that film's roaring success led to her winning other parts and swiftly learning until she could be feasibly cast in a variety of parts. She possessed a remarkably strong speaking voice that could be intense when called for (see her fiery guest role on <i>Star Trek</i>, shown below, for example!) William Shatner tells a hilarious story about her in his autobiography during Broadway's The World of Suzie Wong, in which she steadfastly refused to speak to him at all! <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioySk7HO4Gkv1EBcpzumfejudp1fz2xnbnKUqi36WkkRkPCvqNn51rBQfAHZfSEOLJlwVH7hcwWfTr4fjUGO7Wid7Kvh5O7lGTTntLxrL96oFDU3xfYeDarMujberkJnvbsu4jUob3igw/s1600/DH10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioySk7HO4Gkv1EBcpzumfejudp1fz2xnbnKUqi36WkkRkPCvqNn51rBQfAHZfSEOLJlwVH7hcwWfTr4fjUGO7Wid7Kvh5O7lGTTntLxrL96oFDU3xfYeDarMujberkJnvbsu4jUob3igw/s320/DH10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge6XZJvBmN_1zSnp-RCIFPPR8HcIYyHqBcKqu-eFxe-MCce2FwEQDtSCEYpiPVHNDrqQtry-qoXrVn3fbnEmEOEFXwqYoqvL79FikEC4z4j_eeBQdAHb0e_ucmru-O-UzJm7L5ZqUov94/s1600/DH04h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge6XZJvBmN_1zSnp-RCIFPPR8HcIYyHqBcKqu-eFxe-MCce2FwEQDtSCEYpiPVHNDrqQtry-qoXrVn3fbnEmEOEFXwqYoqvL79FikEC4z4j_eeBQdAHb0e_ucmru-O-UzJm7L5ZqUov94/s320/DH04h.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Of French and Vietnamese heritage, she too was working in a film with a subject she could surely relate to. Now seventy-three, she is a psychological counselor having worked on screen only a bit since the millennium. Marno, who played her sleazy brother, only ever had two movies and three TV shows to his credit, the last one being an appearance on <i>Hawaii 5-O</i> in 1972.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHnbmoZceUX9ADQUzFCiGzjZjJJOxO8owyrjLYQGhq0jUMVtbs0wErGxcCEIMtlwsAAJ8X3tH9NbUGWGy1d28Vfh7-GwUa4oPk-v35p18vp_4SvQJ7KyczaN6OD_fJ4JSc86PPstgZ538/s1600/DH04e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHnbmoZceUX9ADQUzFCiGzjZjJJOxO8owyrjLYQGhq0jUMVtbs0wErGxcCEIMtlwsAAJ8X3tH9NbUGWGy1d28Vfh7-GwUa4oPk-v35p18vp_4SvQJ7KyczaN6OD_fJ4JSc86PPstgZ538/s320/DH04e.JPG" width="241" /></a></div>Darren was a teen singing idol who'd soared to fame as “Moondoggie” in <b>Gidget</b> (1959) and its sequels <b>Gidget Goes Hawaiian</b> (1961, produced by Jerry Bresler) and <b>Gidget Goes to Rome</b> (1963), always opposite a different actress as Gidget!! 1961's <b>The Guns of Navarone</b> and this film were meant to expand his range as an actor beyond the sand and surf types of things he'd specialized in, though that only happened to a marginal degree. Darren recorded the theme song for <b>Diamond Head,</b> which doesn't appear in the movie at all, but was on the film's soundtrack album.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMIOS2ILL1roEt3nhe1iRlYWir7biXYmUHEn_scdm_A8_yyf_JW5wwbjlcbOy-ZnVTTEiymYJtfpvN86maUxF8UhV6fgXdT23QccA3ndNIgfQSkUgW9RolO5-toV77ApU4RT-BL0o40k/s1600/DH11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMIOS2ILL1roEt3nhe1iRlYWir7biXYmUHEn_scdm_A8_yyf_JW5wwbjlcbOy-ZnVTTEiymYJtfpvN86maUxF8UhV6fgXdT23QccA3ndNIgfQSkUgW9RolO5-toV77ApU4RT-BL0o40k/s320/DH11.JPG" width="287" /></a></div>In 1966, he joined Robert Colbert in the Irwin Allen television fantasy series <i>The Time Tunnel</i>, which retains a small cult following. Then in the early-'80s, he became part of William Shatner's team of police officers on <i>T.J. Hooker</i> (1982-1986.) Some of the hair on the men in the publicity shot below is real and some ain't! Absent from acting screens since 2001, Darren is now seventy-seven. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYU8qcf31EXgJ7aNZtVucYhWToJTDPQln11ox0ug0SR0T7MSW2573UVVGdzAcNbgH4unWi2QK3f0Z9bI0SZsJmx6xm5sf5nU-2IASHxwCl_YZFaOBykTeMxGxEaIsYmEU0sFBFtQ6NrA/s1600/DH11b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYU8qcf31EXgJ7aNZtVucYhWToJTDPQln11ox0ug0SR0T7MSW2573UVVGdzAcNbgH4unWi2QK3f0Z9bI0SZsJmx6xm5sf5nU-2IASHxwCl_YZFaOBykTeMxGxEaIsYmEU0sFBFtQ6NrA/s320/DH11b.JPG" width="270" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDln8LFSZoKIFZ7wohclMxh30EeB1Qk0JZQM15SAXsQQvH5UqY4nmLpxAmdzq9P3CvtQcuOCfh69T5J1Yn-2dVxTHPCl5QKsTRLW8QpIggYZ0gGYuHGm-WTMnmSRjU_TRrzwJ5ALWGiIE/s1600/DH02f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDln8LFSZoKIFZ7wohclMxh30EeB1Qk0JZQM15SAXsQQvH5UqY4nmLpxAmdzq9P3CvtQcuOCfh69T5J1Yn-2dVxTHPCl5QKsTRLW8QpIggYZ0gGYuHGm-WTMnmSRjU_TRrzwJ5ALWGiIE/s320/DH02f.JPG" width="246" /></a></div>American actress MacMahon had been a valued character performer in movies since the 1930s, with 1932's <b>One Way Passage</b> a highlight. In 1944, she played an Asian in <b>Dragonseed</b> and scored an Oscar nomination (the award went to Ethel Barrymore for <b>None But the Lonely Heart</b>.) Her pool-like blue eyes (see below) were obscured with dark contact lenses for her role as a Hawaiian matriarch in <b>Diamond Head</b>. Her last role was on TV in 1975, but she lived until 1991, dying of pneumonia at age ninety-two.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFgx8p6UMQM_foAzqor3EukQJb2w7f7RcYLRR7P60yJ_sVA5zIxB0ce2KKMd94nWn1xrL5FxX95Eg6hCQJR_HZk7oWAaQyWTs4GWRWyNbnS-hcONhTPe2msqIfcReJJ2qVjjhYgPFwmIY/s1600/DH12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFgx8p6UMQM_foAzqor3EukQJb2w7f7RcYLRR7P60yJ_sVA5zIxB0ce2KKMd94nWn1xrL5FxX95Eg6hCQJR_HZk7oWAaQyWTs4GWRWyNbnS-hcONhTPe2msqIfcReJJ2qVjjhYgPFwmIY/s320/DH12.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4n3azVQ2YZGwPQI3dJ3iLc779TNZ2mfbf24UyWqJS_rfsDQE2UkFIWGGbpZxNfi7TOBuql0tignwHH2D3vTSjZlGwLDagzgTBP5NXcnvSixbFKkMuMl0UT3MuOBmjHszvzrzCVZwj1I/s1600/DH01e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4n3azVQ2YZGwPQI3dJ3iLc779TNZ2mfbf24UyWqJS_rfsDQE2UkFIWGGbpZxNfi7TOBuql0tignwHH2D3vTSjZlGwLDagzgTBP5NXcnvSixbFKkMuMl0UT3MuOBmjHszvzrzCVZwj1I/s320/DH01e.JPG" width="275" /></a></div>I've long been a fan of the brittle, beautiful bitchery of Allen, a former Ford model who found success on the Broadway stage, on television and in several films. Somehow in these glossy soaps, I am always drawn to the sleek, well-dressed, refined types of ladies like the one she plays here. This is a potentially thankless, one-dimensional part, but she plays it with elegance and by the time she departs, she's managed to express a certain level of humanity. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLja0_KOCwCuUbNVz-ZM3oOroXsHpWZoq-o2w7WxYTVFBMO9wVMIRqz99ShHkq_mH0vPfo331x8ACNNV_w2fVeq7zsnKU_r-ktUpQ78PpXq7lQ8B-x4zenecxP-_iu92b4SjMLBEDKG8/s1600/DH05h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLja0_KOCwCuUbNVz-ZM3oOroXsHpWZoq-o2w7WxYTVFBMO9wVMIRqz99ShHkq_mH0vPfo331x8ACNNV_w2fVeq7zsnKU_r-ktUpQ78PpXq7lQ8B-x4zenecxP-_iu92b4SjMLBEDKG8/s320/DH05h.JPG" width="235" /></a></div>Allen next made <b>Donovan's Reef</b> (1963) with John Wayne, another Hawaii-set picture, followed by <b>Cheyenne Autumn</b> before sticking primarily to TV with 1972's <b>The Carey Treatment </b>(in which she and James Coburn exchanged pointed remarks) a notable exception. She was a frequent stage costar of <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/08/bent-square.html" target="_blank">Paul Lynde</a>'s and, in fact, played his wife in the infamous sitcom <i>The Paul Lynde Show</i> (1972-1973.) Retiring in 1983, she died in 2006 of kidney failure at the age of seventy-seven.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Cg29YEEzo8R2fDKqvNUiwyylTPBi9MAh_jK8LiYhQLbaR7j05oD3V-U5B7r75rlm1D1s-3azWsnDu7GVXdD1D3Q5YUHRXY-EsrbllkLhoeM43lTV3H1hGK4HaC_fbyCojC4dngJazgQ/s1600/DH05e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Cg29YEEzo8R2fDKqvNUiwyylTPBi9MAh_jK8LiYhQLbaR7j05oD3V-U5B7r75rlm1D1s-3azWsnDu7GVXdD1D3Q5YUHRXY-EsrbllkLhoeM43lTV3H1hGK4HaC_fbyCojC4dngJazgQ/s320/DH05e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Two other casting notables are Philip Ahn as a remarkably assured and dignified police inspector (don't forget that this was less than two years after Mickey Rooney's over-the-top buffoonery in Asian drag in <b>Breakfast at Tiffany's </b>and just three since George Takei's pigeon-English performance in <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2012/06/cracked-ice-or-over-baked-alaska.html" target="_blank">Ice Palace</a></b>!) and Edward Mallory as one of Heston's political cronies. Mallory served for fourteen years (1966-1980) as Bill Horton on <i>Days of Our Lives </i>and was part of a highly successful love triangle involving him, his brother and his brother's wife (who'd bore his son.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTbemlzt47EgTjc4iabZXY2wHrsq2nF3XiM-Ajkz8S92WnXbOEB_aiSC2F3wHcPNrsjjOGltyipe_9p6gb0VZrfyGxR5f8pP3p-LJqUsxFJ6UMYa5Zsru0Mf9c1nRUWpgCuxdQXbECVno/s1600/DH13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTbemlzt47EgTjc4iabZXY2wHrsq2nF3XiM-Ajkz8S92WnXbOEB_aiSC2F3wHcPNrsjjOGltyipe_9p6gb0VZrfyGxR5f8pP3p-LJqUsxFJ6UMYa5Zsru0Mf9c1nRUWpgCuxdQXbECVno/s320/DH13.JPG" width="215" /></a></div>Appearing very briefly, unbilled, somewhere in this film (and damned if I can find her!) is once-popular silent film actress Billie Dove. She'd costarred with legendary swashbuckler Douglas Fairbanks in 1926's <b>The Black Pirate</b> and made the transition to sound with ease, but left the business entirely in 1932 to marry and ultimately raise two children. She'd been offered the role of Belle Watling in <b>Gone with the Wind </b>(1939), but turned it down, this wisp of a bit part (possibly as an extra in either the cruise ship or restaurant sequence) in <b>Diamond Head</b> her only appearance before a movie camera ever after 1932. She died in 1997 at the age of ninety-four of pneumonia. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd-Yos-X-8GcVPL8qgWrPQBBwa7m7dEbfuB90fRJ1M51j1KOf2TVWYa72qucgXSoeFzCm3dTfduRcYFqeg7smisRIg3guRJ200cvtRHpAP-LqWy_qzmmVkkw53k1VgbRLPNfSoNWNSe2k/s1600/DH00e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd-Yos-X-8GcVPL8qgWrPQBBwa7m7dEbfuB90fRJ1M51j1KOf2TVWYa72qucgXSoeFzCm3dTfduRcYFqeg7smisRIg3guRJ200cvtRHpAP-LqWy_qzmmVkkw53k1VgbRLPNfSoNWNSe2k/s320/DH00e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The music for <b>Diamond Head</b> (apart from the main theme) was supplied by John Williams, at the time known as “Johnny.” This was one of his earliest film assignments, having scored some TV and five or so small films previously. (His name was still so minor then that it didn't even appear on the front of the soundtrack album, shown below!)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQ1W6NlUqe4gZLtsHi427KY31PpdGUEWArMiUeBD-W1Hg9bd8dZHPr5gvG1nkfSrb_5GglTjHJPitHrZzwqK2XXA02AfwZxWwa97NzxC_IQ51J53jrAZjrFd_tMtzYzS6l5qtM0Pj8SE/s1600/DH10c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQ1W6NlUqe4gZLtsHi427KY31PpdGUEWArMiUeBD-W1Hg9bd8dZHPr5gvG1nkfSrb_5GglTjHJPitHrZzwqK2XXA02AfwZxWwa97NzxC_IQ51J53jrAZjrFd_tMtzYzS6l5qtM0Pj8SE/s200/DH10c.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>He would continue to straddle TV and movies, eventually teaming with producer Irwin Allen to compose all of the theme songs for <i>Lost in Space</i> (1965-1968), <i>The Time Tunnel </i>(1966-1977) and <i>Land of the Giants </i>(1968-1970), each one (with the first and third shows having two themes apiece) a classic gem.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2xTqhv41ZXxYoLX41G-XqrKIStScdg_649sG-liGPcZzbp-cRGCcVdHfs-Q1R2S-L8lpRQ0y9X68J3IGsd0SZtXfgGPFhooyFRSbh-d9h90-1wkyTp7GdQ8UX63jR43_p4nW72AqmZA/s1600/fayeti5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2xTqhv41ZXxYoLX41G-XqrKIStScdg_649sG-liGPcZzbp-cRGCcVdHfs-Q1R2S-L8lpRQ0y9X68J3IGsd0SZtXfgGPFhooyFRSbh-d9h90-1wkyTp7GdQ8UX63jR43_p4nW72AqmZA/s320/fayeti5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>This led to his hiring for Allen's <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2009/11/poseidon-droplets.html" target="_blank">The Poseidon Adventure</a> </b>(1972) and <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/05/burnin-love.html" target="_blank">The Towering Inferno</a></b> (1974, needless to say, life-changing movies for me!), which in turn led to <b>Jaws</b> (1975), whereupon his cinematic scoring career was assured all the way to the present day. He is the recipient of five Oscars with close to forty additional nominations!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVTlkfN59w9k7BzPcWdEsRCLfnajQNV_g-PlPdrehPr3NrH16oesJqztJu7LB1VOKqmzhaJyrsF6o369BGT_zoewcpxlNWqT21-aGgWBmkycoghXUp82c2B4E53_GhqcL49cqQTtLJFms/s1600/DH00h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVTlkfN59w9k7BzPcWdEsRCLfnajQNV_g-PlPdrehPr3NrH16oesJqztJu7LB1VOKqmzhaJyrsF6o369BGT_zoewcpxlNWqT21-aGgWBmkycoghXUp82c2B4E53_GhqcL49cqQTtLJFms/s320/DH00h.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Any fan of those glossy, tortured romances like <b><a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/04/suddenly-susan.html" target="_blank">Susan Slade</a></b> (1961), <b>By Love Possessed</b> (1961), <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-im-in-rage.html" target="_blank"><b>A Rage to Live</b> </a>(1965) and the like ought to be able to settle into <b>Diamond Head </b>with ease. Certainly, the authentic locations aid the movie immensely as do the slick, but committed, performances. I, for one, always look forward to discovering another one of these old-fashioned soaps, since the genre - on the big screen, anyway - has long since dried up, with barely a residue remaining.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701082015635954146.post-17859827842880963522013-07-10T06:06:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:27:12.381-08:00Fun Finds: Arnold's Bodybuilding for Men<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_cslDWkIPnQfxhWd5fkhtHE3JlVKv5U7lHEgDuLAHcrBgqVgepeODeVF6FPhwv27N0BBbmDPmM1hBwroj7rMuDvMwDPXRPDDTZ0oS6Gs9wq999V9H45iXFMju2zdnZJmpUT36Eilx5pDn/s1600/Arn00.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_cslDWkIPnQfxhWd5fkhtHE3JlVKv5U7lHEgDuLAHcrBgqVgepeODeVF6FPhwv27N0BBbmDPmM1hBwroj7rMuDvMwDPXRPDDTZ0oS6Gs9wq999V9H45iXFMju2zdnZJmpUT36Eilx5pDn/s320/Arn00.JPG" width="247" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">It's been a little while since my last “Fun Find,” but I happened upon this latest one during a thrift store forage and found some of the pictures interesting. So, in the tradition of some other past finds of this ilk like <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/04/fun-finds-body-principal.html" target="_blank">The BodyPrincipal</a> and <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2011/05/fun-finds-jim-palmers-way-to-fitness.html" target="_blank">Jim Palmer's Way to Fitness</a>, I give you Arnold's Bodybuilding for Men by Arnold Schwarzenegger, published in 1981. (This cover is a bit of a cheat, by the way... the blonde never reappears inside the book!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWRJv4699lRcHCqgUY3bUvasxZt0x1ra9jj82wX5DDgGsOkybo9ZoTgpU44tKmJTXt7V6sQNGdZ_RvLI6e0xSPMXbE3CgXZ7YQ1vbI-TbXRHj8nqhuF9EIsLvVCCE_xhlVHeniT8lp63TN/s1600/Arn00a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWRJv4699lRcHCqgUY3bUvasxZt0x1ra9jj82wX5DDgGsOkybo9ZoTgpU44tKmJTXt7V6sQNGdZ_RvLI6e0xSPMXbE3CgXZ7YQ1vbI-TbXRHj8nqhuF9EIsLvVCCE_xhlVHeniT8lp63TN/s320/Arn00a.JPG" width="231" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In 1981, Schwarzenegger was a famous bodybuilding champion, but was not yet the movie superstar he would become in 1984 when <b>The Terminator</b> was released. Still, he was reasonably hot, having not only just starred in <b>Conan the Barbarian</b>(1981), but also picking up another Mr. Olympia win in 1980, his seventh overall. That was a record until 1991, when another contestant won eight (in a row!) Schwarzenegger remains, however, the man who was the youngest winner ever, having received the title at twenty-three in 1970.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYD_OrHYQJFgC7nVev4mE3fW97VBIbHmvnuM4pkIMQ_mNCWGpUITxiEs62nTL0UGTTECjr0R92rpUf3ksUsml5i72yBokDUhh2TDWvm2knY8E9uwH02zOr53nIiyK4E_QipPp-m124sm2z/s1600/Arn00b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYD_OrHYQJFgC7nVev4mE3fW97VBIbHmvnuM4pkIMQ_mNCWGpUITxiEs62nTL0UGTTECjr0R92rpUf3ksUsml5i72yBokDUhh2TDWvm2knY8E9uwH02zOr53nIiyK4E_QipPp-m124sm2z/s200/Arn00b.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">One of his victories shown in the book was this one in 1975 in which Lou Ferrigno came in third. In 1977, Ferrigno and Schwarzenegger went head-to-head for the title role in the TV series <i>The Incredible Hulk</i>. (See below) Schwarzenegger was deemed less imposing height-wise than the nearly 6'5” Ferrigno who won the part. (Schwarzenegger's height has been reported – and disputed – as anywhere from 5”10” to 6'2”!) Needless to say, Schwarzenegger went on to the arguably more desirable career as a top Hollywood action hero for many years.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8xmpiZpxdwYIWtREw0T5YkWU3Rnv0QFd81UlUPF5WQdx8buAqGmLHIX3DtSbN1R5s1z3Wov0K-kt7de975I0lSQu4ScMjvv3eaozyeVjsWEdE9h0djk2030tUyAV7DteRSCxsW97rcnvd/s1600/Arn00f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8xmpiZpxdwYIWtREw0T5YkWU3Rnv0QFd81UlUPF5WQdx8buAqGmLHIX3DtSbN1R5s1z3Wov0K-kt7de975I0lSQu4ScMjvv3eaozyeVjsWEdE9h0djk2030tUyAV7DteRSCxsW97rcnvd/s320/Arn00f.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_Mhzc_kVx2OC1yItQmWu1DMuzPH8QiSzT7tYiaq7vUEGMBnImGkyDNcM12YpzS9OIkCypdtwTMAeWee6yjKl0QTqEY0m4eYys-Dt9JWSYtpWQDtmDfNZBpxdYYVgt78B8ljPqMyJmmmg/s1600/Arn01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_Mhzc_kVx2OC1yItQmWu1DMuzPH8QiSzT7tYiaq7vUEGMBnImGkyDNcM12YpzS9OIkCypdtwTMAeWee6yjKl0QTqEY0m4eYys-Dt9JWSYtpWQDtmDfNZBpxdYYVgt78B8ljPqMyJmmmg/s320/Arn01.JPG" width="251" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">For the purposes of demonstrating various exercise moves in this guide, Schwarzenegger enlisted the aid of several friends and fellow athletes. This is Gilad Janklowicz, an Israeli Olympian who later became a TV fitness personality with a long-running show called <i>Bodies in Motion</i> and has morphed into a video workout persona who's referred to as “Lord of the Abs!” See below for a more recent glimpse.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghYpveqn0kglPX7KNdo_Idc0OaN_tOJG3rNmtfmjZfjDprrZdz4SQCWtvt7gnHQK3N_GawAawTY_OTvC1S1heIvDNssJabnvB4B4F142RhFxELVHiclt-Yb-GChA17giP8ZsRQiHvIuT8M/s1600/Arn00d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghYpveqn0kglPX7KNdo_Idc0OaN_tOJG3rNmtfmjZfjDprrZdz4SQCWtvt7gnHQK3N_GawAawTY_OTvC1S1heIvDNssJabnvB4B4F142RhFxELVHiclt-Yb-GChA17giP8ZsRQiHvIuT8M/s320/Arn00d.JPG" width="223" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimUREtrL7076inuKr_rVtZ4z2w5FJciNAME7LxH04vT1Lcz6Bam-s8IVsXK1tZdCcjBi5A1dM8IIXU8mihrR4pjzJD96gSlohPkP_aCs-JHtCyRhH3NMmkFsEXhZG7__MzmR-9YH2F0w5V/s1600/Arn00c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimUREtrL7076inuKr_rVtZ4z2w5FJciNAME7LxH04vT1Lcz6Bam-s8IVsXK1tZdCcjBi5A1dM8IIXU8mihrR4pjzJD96gSlohPkP_aCs-JHtCyRhH3NMmkFsEXhZG7__MzmR-9YH2F0w5V/s320/Arn00c.JPG" width="268" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In 1981, he was not yet the smooth, tautly-pulled, rather plastic-looking person he is now, but was a fit, fluffily-coiffed young man with hair on his chest. (Still, I guess we mustn't complain since the man is now almost sixty! He was twenty-seven at the time of this book.) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmABCfxeh5FLgKamZHXEZGnou0gXLQ5gAM1ObnDtrXSS1H150cld50TPRULOQ9fKh-KOdqrOoDtVM0r-NCfuQlmK10EeSrIYVccaOBnmMcTwKNqyr7pbxfEKMv1hefZGUTPNHo1TlVu_Vb/s1600/Arn01a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmABCfxeh5FLgKamZHXEZGnou0gXLQ5gAM1ObnDtrXSS1H150cld50TPRULOQ9fKh-KOdqrOoDtVM0r-NCfuQlmK10EeSrIYVccaOBnmMcTwKNqyr7pbxfEKMv1hefZGUTPNHo1TlVu_Vb/s320/Arn01a.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He also sports some flimsy, clingy shorts. (And note that the original owner of this book actually tried for a month or so to actually do these moves. You mean someone bought these manuals for reasons other than the pictures?!?)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The '80s was a primo time for skimpy workout wear. You would NEVER see such a thing in most gyms today, where layers of long nylon shorts rule the day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6XON0IGtuo-C0AU2gxD-JAoMGhjzbDIFzpoRxTxa-2TXareGMD_IeepCZSQRsbbZFQrBKn1n_-biJKyolINp_CSzTHoGAqoAqB2q84iTOlRgf5H50UdmilX3OGmOKtu2g4ubT2RLSN7Pa/s1600/Arn01b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6XON0IGtuo-C0AU2gxD-JAoMGhjzbDIFzpoRxTxa-2TXareGMD_IeepCZSQRsbbZFQrBKn1n_-biJKyolINp_CSzTHoGAqoAqB2q84iTOlRgf5H50UdmilX3OGmOKtu2g4ubT2RLSN7Pa/s320/Arn01b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Fans of feet might get a lot of enjoyment out of this guide since most of the participants are barefoot throughout and many pictures include them.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsqfgZQbQP0RRgP7pCS6mx_6oN_Rr6d3oG2td_H9KDWvOnxcDzcJkkmzZZbnajFM2XiLM2hp3Q1a1rktoJdQklrfLfJeM5go-kymbXJE7TLLc3bJj2uioXdUavuxm37L7U9vD619RdLv03/s1600/Arn01c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsqfgZQbQP0RRgP7pCS6mx_6oN_Rr6d3oG2td_H9KDWvOnxcDzcJkkmzZZbnajFM2XiLM2hp3Q1a1rktoJdQklrfLfJeM5go-kymbXJE7TLLc3bJj2uioXdUavuxm37L7U9vD619RdLv03/s320/Arn01c.JPG" width="237" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Here we see Schwarzenegger giving Janklowicz a guiding hand with his stretches. This one almost has a male pairs figure-skating or ballroom dance quality to it! Ha!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZsDU4kGe9J3bTs8SpfkR-qmX5k85_XG6Q8qvLukA0-2ywsrTw0jJJyJ44IS7mTW3xyCg52yFWTGvQlfCvMmeJsDjNzc5sooecDbbVQiUAjn_SUPxtLaBVBeeGwn3TcaaM9z77LLJ5qeL_/s1600/Arn00e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZsDU4kGe9J3bTs8SpfkR-qmX5k85_XG6Q8qvLukA0-2ywsrTw0jJJyJ44IS7mTW3xyCg52yFWTGvQlfCvMmeJsDjNzc5sooecDbbVQiUAjn_SUPxtLaBVBeeGwn3TcaaM9z77LLJ5qeL_/s320/Arn00e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Check out the tan lines around his thighs. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDVwQEIc2hwdc3pgcqlPwRg0LWvOf0NHam615sN_iXcInuYhmr44P2MBUyvwhGrlcUqd7gbk-62P1VVodR2zvmFYi0KaltVDfSpUoB3NxMxw4aqRXumODRMfw8w111AHKmJwCyYLx4Vu_/s1600/Arn02b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDVwQEIc2hwdc3pgcqlPwRg0LWvOf0NHam615sN_iXcInuYhmr44P2MBUyvwhGrlcUqd7gbk-62P1VVodR2zvmFYi0KaltVDfSpUoB3NxMxw4aqRXumODRMfw8w111AHKmJwCyYLx4Vu_/s320/Arn02b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This next gentleman doesn't seem to be anyone known to the general public, but his name is Michael Morris. We're getting into ferret country now. Ha!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vHhBH8wTFsDvMnnJ_HWkVtp00ABBOomdGN2Nkf5BnWShfOxSr6sH-xb6gKBnDz8_2kLVGulb2mq6yUTtAZ3j28Pk5smq1yY1D1xfk9_maP018F0iIUv6a2rNe5u59aec_OWbHCf17gq3/s1600/Arn02c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vHhBH8wTFsDvMnnJ_HWkVtp00ABBOomdGN2Nkf5BnWShfOxSr6sH-xb6gKBnDz8_2kLVGulb2mq6yUTtAZ3j28Pk5smq1yY1D1xfk9_maP018F0iIUv6a2rNe5u59aec_OWbHCf17gq3/s320/Arn02c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Here, we see Mr. Morris bench-pressing (it might just be me, but I swear he's lifting 20 lbs!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMfbOYlwd75SuKMZ7Bzei3LQDcE-dv2ZqkkKGW9jXW3he68jIar9TE1FJ1uJ06uLZl5sMViIRJXIW51-NWS0Lke2FldxuPgQrrnJClDrfcIA9p67gT3zA1kFqqAVkFnjfDkskCgNvBHh0z/s1600/Arn02d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMfbOYlwd75SuKMZ7Bzei3LQDcE-dv2ZqkkKGW9jXW3he68jIar9TE1FJ1uJ06uLZl5sMViIRJXIW51-NWS0Lke2FldxuPgQrrnJClDrfcIA9p67gT3zA1kFqqAVkFnjfDkskCgNvBHh0z/s320/Arn02d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Is pitching a pup tent one of the exercises or just a side effect?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwfAJJLPp_TG7KulJCYOCQ6fnk4BhqBg0ik0C-I0aexoMEda9lngSjPNYZB5BsGcnGOQwFr0Joaiw_sHUubGxLRBNkV-gHjRpI6Q8AmTig0mt7kUqxswTqYQjdkF5kziVpqI1iU15pAZex/s1600/Arn03a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwfAJJLPp_TG7KulJCYOCQ6fnk4BhqBg0ik0C-I0aexoMEda9lngSjPNYZB5BsGcnGOQwFr0Joaiw_sHUubGxLRBNkV-gHjRpI6Q8AmTig0mt7kUqxswTqYQjdkF5kziVpqI1iU15pAZex/s320/Arn03a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He's cute in a '70s, macho-clone sort of way, but I didn't scan the one shot of his teeth, which are sort of jack o'lantern-like. I like the hairy chest, though.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKnFpbMn-W5M0VcVQ6uVPSSqJQJM3gHtSH_RbbyblNhnbOns2QceAzWwFIIfooPixnjW4BxFfHebPyyDq76NgyoOGkgxTM5wHmqvX8n_C-xsJ4x-xCFC3anrlT0MdqkMcKeyUIddlt70h/s1600/Arn01d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKnFpbMn-W5M0VcVQ6uVPSSqJQJM3gHtSH_RbbyblNhnbOns2QceAzWwFIIfooPixnjW4BxFfHebPyyDq76NgyoOGkgxTM5wHmqvX8n_C-xsJ4x-xCFC3anrlT0MdqkMcKeyUIddlt70h/s320/Arn01d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">You can really get to know yourself well through some of these. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKAYRiJIYjph1lwdU3Q1zuIB6WzQsMO7cuGKjbI4TRGbnZmJrLBCInJWWGUxkIjs96PIGEyNDn7um6lbHKtl6F2A30MseGWg3-Yh-KUnc0qVmzchS1eFDRTtStc9RYrZ202T_bB6GchViV/s1600/Arn03b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKAYRiJIYjph1lwdU3Q1zuIB6WzQsMO7cuGKjbI4TRGbnZmJrLBCInJWWGUxkIjs96PIGEyNDn7um6lbHKtl6F2A30MseGWg3-Yh-KUnc0qVmzchS1eFDRTtStc9RYrZ202T_bB6GchViV/s320/Arn03b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">REALLY????</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU7hVjlu0VHqXEN_UDXpnqWMGcu5IVy5ok85whjBqSgkJhX2CJIaNUyTKwjw2QwqYPtF7y642RHxc40ERMokREbZWUW2Tu-kMbD7tllUXPJRFO4nMLQOVYRGx8zk3754Mcg0ebY-MoKt4T/s1600/Arn03c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU7hVjlu0VHqXEN_UDXpnqWMGcu5IVy5ok85whjBqSgkJhX2CJIaNUyTKwjw2QwqYPtF7y642RHxc40ERMokREbZWUW2Tu-kMbD7tllUXPJRFO4nMLQOVYRGx8zk3754Mcg0ebY-MoKt4T/s320/Arn03c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPa5_t89AteXkfQ4nVkTo2ukaUFk8ngy1pXj44CfSQGVGCdbJ92Z2Q_TeeDXYuOeZgjV0caYNh1r5YXG1Azz-1B_Xt0C9R-wwFv8qqim4SlzDlwZ7FeS_7cOQ46jTfPvfMTaxgsd03g5Zw/s1600/Arn03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPa5_t89AteXkfQ4nVkTo2ukaUFk8ngy1pXj44CfSQGVGCdbJ92Z2Q_TeeDXYuOeZgjV0caYNh1r5YXG1Azz-1B_Xt0C9R-wwFv8qqim4SlzDlwZ7FeS_7cOQ46jTfPvfMTaxgsd03g5Zw/s200/Arn03.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>This next guest is interesting in that it is Jon Jon Park, the son of Schwarzenegger's boyhood idol and eventual mentor Reg Park. Reg Park, an English, three-time Mr. Universe who starred in five Italian-made sword and sandal films, eventually moved to South Africa. His wife Mareon (seen below) was, despite a rather stocky-looking build, a former ballerina. They were married fifty-five years until Reg's death in 2007.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrCmmDd_cCOjmXDe8uiiYBrBrKhVLnbTvsxaPZ1WzMV1i-5kZX9faN_Lyz90-itIYuZswWQIo_7lN0C1GcZQafJAZKZfBwlY6BiYzDebEvW2BFzOi0IQOFKz7Xtb0ehiYnPfyHE6w32udM/s1600/Arn02a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrCmmDd_cCOjmXDe8uiiYBrBrKhVLnbTvsxaPZ1WzMV1i-5kZX9faN_Lyz90-itIYuZswWQIo_7lN0C1GcZQafJAZKZfBwlY6BiYzDebEvW2BFzOi0IQOFKz7Xtb0ehiYnPfyHE6w32udM/s320/Arn02a.jpg" width="155" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDd0UHkafVjvbF62Wp_Iw9cskMPZnUSgQf_Iwiw9yD3YLvBnYJqcO2oW70ihxWYhHbuNItP93JymH2qpmISdS41ZbD7wcyHqX2XEkJaRTMm59z5hPZQhUGgckMMwtujzWsYMMoPbzGPmH8/s1600/Arn02e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDd0UHkafVjvbF62Wp_Iw9cskMPZnUSgQf_Iwiw9yD3YLvBnYJqcO2oW70ihxWYhHbuNItP93JymH2qpmISdS41ZbD7wcyHqX2XEkJaRTMm59z5hPZQhUGgckMMwtujzWsYMMoPbzGPmH8/s320/Arn02e.jpg" width="201" /></a></div>Despite a nearly twenty-year age difference, Park and Schwarzenegger competed against one another in their bodybuilding careers, but were close friends. Schwarzenegger was inspired not only to become a bodybuilder by Park, but also spurred on to become an actor by his example, especially by the movies in which Park played Hercules (one of which was directed by the great Mario Bava.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp1SKA17VDpqlEqgGFetqw-jMXvM34x0HmBaUCLOcWtEFQQBaHBOWBuavF_faZ6KiQR0h4te-FSKd4ETk-YQ8xHeBgwtU8X4yqTR2cswmcQByYhJ4wGy0v1gmZNPdwl1JKJAxaf3hyphenhyphenrWfh/s1600/Arn05a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp1SKA17VDpqlEqgGFetqw-jMXvM34x0HmBaUCLOcWtEFQQBaHBOWBuavF_faZ6KiQR0h4te-FSKd4ETk-YQ8xHeBgwtU8X4yqTR2cswmcQByYhJ4wGy0v1gmZNPdwl1JKJAxaf3hyphenhyphenrWfh/s320/Arn05a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Anyway, Jon Jon (and I can't deny I have trouble taking anyone seriously who goes by the name “Jon Jon”) swam on England's Olympic team and eventually coached the South African National Swim Team (his parents had moved there in recent years.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUo0ePimMh6eT8KO5FeRO0EMBCFSUfdROJOWHBueOvWmQxe_aa9tv_CKpsupaD2H3KyGMZhrETQgAHl0wqWhNZRpPSlZuXYhpdPaozxyaSYLT44WumEt0vqw_8kB7rONPYb0x5tbs7atYR/s1600/Arn04d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="92" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUo0ePimMh6eT8KO5FeRO0EMBCFSUfdROJOWHBueOvWmQxe_aa9tv_CKpsupaD2H3KyGMZhrETQgAHl0wqWhNZRpPSlZuXYhpdPaozxyaSYLT44WumEt0vqw_8kB7rONPYb0x5tbs7atYR/s200/Arn04d.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>Part of the book is devoted to improvisational workouts done in places like hotel rooms. No idea which hotel they were in that featured this mural and those ghastly drapes, but this was 1981, not a year for stunning home or corporate décor.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Next we see Jon Jon doing pull-ups on a hotel bathroom doorknob! (I hope he's staying in a place with higher quality doors than some of the places I've been in!!)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSsDDM2A23N4WuddVQHxTbJf2XyAk4lHiA3NBp5eQaY8zoiVefhtwbxSfHYWpauC84drJv8Yic2DoxkaOhyphenhyphenj_pGB3SEdPfN8tQKmhFgC1Gmwu-Q0KKE6KUAFBEctB1em-srO_LVRR85neE/s1600/Arn05b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSsDDM2A23N4WuddVQHxTbJf2XyAk4lHiA3NBp5eQaY8zoiVefhtwbxSfHYWpauC84drJv8Yic2DoxkaOhyphenhyphenj_pGB3SEdPfN8tQKmhFgC1Gmwu-Q0KKE6KUAFBEctB1em-srO_LVRR85neE/s320/Arn05b.JPG" width="256" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Then he's seen doing leg lifts on a hotel bed (with all sorts of debris lying about.) I bet there are plenty of Adam4Adam.com and Squirt.org members who have headed to a hotel room somewhere and found a friend waiting in positions akin to this!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkT4Q4uiIW2CApSVHaYAGSB6p_5FjGLvpqgj5tNE5jFpftTuyhMV-lbF5_HFd0-DBvIOnFW6X8g1sYqoxwDKNqx4ZoXLQZqv9V9NydR7RHw3hfEd4N4bH0-Ga4AV1U2w7Z02CtTqGWnuHx/s1600/Arn05c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkT4Q4uiIW2CApSVHaYAGSB6p_5FjGLvpqgj5tNE5jFpftTuyhMV-lbF5_HFd0-DBvIOnFW6X8g1sYqoxwDKNqx4ZoXLQZqv9V9NydR7RHw3hfEd4N4bH0-Ga4AV1U2w7Z02CtTqGWnuHx/s320/Arn05c.JPG" width="254" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0XFy0LVMzSG1ZuOkW48suKl-mBLgEqJQXtvKkrny_Bf65j9SQ5Rt1jaMeLJyaZqFKK0QGqQmmhVI_mQlZiMB7djLM_KxT-n6twSh547cZHm3zlEoMaajJTNpAAu8XsXxfEwjMDba93-c5/s1600/Arn04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0XFy0LVMzSG1ZuOkW48suKl-mBLgEqJQXtvKkrny_Bf65j9SQ5Rt1jaMeLJyaZqFKK0QGqQmmhVI_mQlZiMB7djLM_KxT-n6twSh547cZHm3zlEoMaajJTNpAAu8XsXxfEwjMDba93-c5/s320/Arn04.JPG" width="184" /></a></div>For the section on teen fitness, Schwarzenegger enlisted a Southern California high school student named David Kingsdale. I can see snarky classmates getting rather brutal with someone who's posing for a book in this manner. Maybe he graduated before it was published?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He's a nice looking kid in great shape.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTAkWFhf5eaTtLBLl-q9biAce7s9M76soLclN0n6cJPc_LyTxtM1GNz0S-2d7zSOYDRjY7xbeJ4hT-s3MWRfV4pvxhwdTjV3oQyobR2MjoBZP_ScOCZdH-XyvwtO5Bbo95oYoEZYAGBwur/s1600/Arn02f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTAkWFhf5eaTtLBLl-q9biAce7s9M76soLclN0n6cJPc_LyTxtM1GNz0S-2d7zSOYDRjY7xbeJ4hT-s3MWRfV4pvxhwdTjV3oQyobR2MjoBZP_ScOCZdH-XyvwtO5Bbo95oYoEZYAGBwur/s320/Arn02f.JPG" width="264" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">For some outdoor shots on the parallel bars, Arnie got a little bit cutesy and decided to play peek-a-boo through Kingsdale's arm...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGeY5s_tsS7vbzucq4chJGYiDlKcRwXFCeBuOo4r51fCDZvdj6cMuabfgtQpZh9weqg0c065WIv_6hSI5zE9uW3etrWsRQ3QPOtiaDFTwCBQNiujSg2KN62OQgm2tImWQhe-S1Fpwus4zJ/s1600/Arn06.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGeY5s_tsS7vbzucq4chJGYiDlKcRwXFCeBuOo4r51fCDZvdj6cMuabfgtQpZh9weqg0c065WIv_6hSI5zE9uW3etrWsRQ3QPOtiaDFTwCBQNiujSg2KN62OQgm2tImWQhe-S1Fpwus4zJ/s320/Arn06.JPG" width="256" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">..then Arnold showed him how to do pull-ups and achieve a wedgie in the process...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDL2xHoSoY19FtgLADdXd2UvIFZZAf7T9EWBrJ0u0xazJoCLhdjZJD7_faz2kJqUJTncdHRSCLB1DeZyR7BetWuwJBUvocSaG04l64IYT4lt7VGGpwfa6YggnediB_Inw454HL7CvcAzm/s1600/Arn05d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDL2xHoSoY19FtgLADdXd2UvIFZZAf7T9EWBrJ0u0xazJoCLhdjZJD7_faz2kJqUJTncdHRSCLB1DeZyR7BetWuwJBUvocSaG04l64IYT4lt7VGGpwfa6YggnediB_Inw454HL7CvcAzm/s320/Arn05d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In the lunges section, we get a little glimmer of David Jr, even through these thick, starchy brand of workout shorts which were everywhere in the late-'70s/early-'80s.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOm4WSP61gvwcSfjZy7n-qU5EzrFCtl1oDdDEAolKK-cTT0sflX88-Lw9AoVNwCub-o6l4tkSRTUQoN7PEFjcrqIO2uhPQXTo0UqvPNFdWZsYUk1fLYDbvsh4mNWQlx8YsWmIxaWMS-Hlj/s1600/Arn06a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOm4WSP61gvwcSfjZy7n-qU5EzrFCtl1oDdDEAolKK-cTT0sflX88-Lw9AoVNwCub-o6l4tkSRTUQoN7PEFjcrqIO2uhPQXTo0UqvPNFdWZsYUk1fLYDbvsh4mNWQlx8YsWmIxaWMS-Hlj/s320/Arn06a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The final guest in the book is a man named Daniel Bromstead. Check out the socks!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJqna9KqohHEMvkzY_KmKNxtDkNcd0CcG9Y97ZedVX335GXndWUWV_v2MvGSJUKDmLfiuotF1PEzWLZidklR4Bft9xozMkTmF_lL1iRxXpD9xm2HkvySMgHKFtQe9blwCv_iwpZpxY9Utb/s1600/Arn04b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJqna9KqohHEMvkzY_KmKNxtDkNcd0CcG9Y97ZedVX335GXndWUWV_v2MvGSJUKDmLfiuotF1PEzWLZidklR4Bft9xozMkTmF_lL1iRxXpD9xm2HkvySMgHKFtQe9blwCv_iwpZpxY9Utb/s320/Arn04b.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">And look at his very special (and hopefully free/provided!) tank top!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwfEs3lmUp_r2g0y5ZivFpjA0IXBwhPAx5rntILhcIufERlka7h3XvNxkx0zwhRHF83eE3feKbcNpeFV5KnipLmhDp0WT0K48Cui5VMZXzPuyDstzgXFLtJzWXtPAWaIowrtGu_bpLzklZ/s1600/Arn05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwfEs3lmUp_r2g0y5ZivFpjA0IXBwhPAx5rntILhcIufERlka7h3XvNxkx0zwhRHF83eE3feKbcNpeFV5KnipLmhDp0WT0K48Cui5VMZXzPuyDstzgXFLtJzWXtPAWaIowrtGu_bpLzklZ/s320/Arn05.JPG" width="256" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Arnold gets very up close and personal with him in this scene, er, I mean shot.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgijCpYGyG7g-KUaBxUJ-sFQlnA6KroG8e735lBh5PMcRLJJXnBhqvEVl2LW3y7kRkvPg5rlIc4rXpKQybqqdBfl9ktB0d4_LtkGl0tbW9QFDPfiL8IFfqtavxKfVbtXbtSMUeZ8NKChwIH/s1600/Arn04a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgijCpYGyG7g-KUaBxUJ-sFQlnA6KroG8e735lBh5PMcRLJJXnBhqvEVl2LW3y7kRkvPg5rlIc4rXpKQybqqdBfl9ktB0d4_LtkGl0tbW9QFDPfiL8IFfqtavxKfVbtXbtSMUeZ8NKChwIH/s320/Arn04a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Maybe it's just me, but there's something sort of unsure, yet anticipatory, in this come hither pose.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWiQaH-eAxZU4VwDmzAbxf6mLb8ZNYLCu4VLRtpEDN8dQw2EUYWiRqe65AMhCGHkvCVaPlpmdMX4FPGCiz8Jz14kRBQzgB6BUG5loLDFAKrwwZMMv9vz0-l3LicxHGlTl0OxWrislcvwg6/s1600/Arn05e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWiQaH-eAxZU4VwDmzAbxf6mLb8ZNYLCu4VLRtpEDN8dQw2EUYWiRqe65AMhCGHkvCVaPlpmdMX4FPGCiz8Jz14kRBQzgB6BUG5loLDFAKrwwZMMv9vz0-l3LicxHGlTl0OxWrislcvwg6/s320/Arn05e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">He winds up showing a lot of upper thigh in some of his photos, too. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-bR8-Lv3XEqjIFJCT_Ktwe12ZHZqk9sgjTdF-mGKmcPOlaB7zP2Lo7NWQdKKHkgyrrlLVu3VhwPfOnc0k4V7fmaeRp3WsYdEsxa1W4WFsdyJ5R9WhYQgEX8FGdbwsbi0mhzagefs1ONkQ/s1600/Arn04c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-bR8-Lv3XEqjIFJCT_Ktwe12ZHZqk9sgjTdF-mGKmcPOlaB7zP2Lo7NWQdKKHkgyrrlLVu3VhwPfOnc0k4V7fmaeRp3WsYdEsxa1W4WFsdyJ5R9WhYQgEX8FGdbwsbi0mhzagefs1ONkQ/s320/Arn04c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As he's demonstrating various leg lifts, we see more and more white skin near the end of his shorts.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-vHrkQFQfD1Cq9KgVKHk86MubVxoJCFm-vnTVCjCqPSa6TtZtNjfm7Vd7lgIJ349N7F3-s91j7iDYlsgpAo7XYLa2_xadR_BMm2e5pmGnctcVUlQSS4rRBRb1ahAmo2qGr_GQ17aiqDcg/s1600/Arn03d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-vHrkQFQfD1Cq9KgVKHk86MubVxoJCFm-vnTVCjCqPSa6TtZtNjfm7Vd7lgIJ349N7F3-s91j7iDYlsgpAo7XYLa2_xadR_BMm2e5pmGnctcVUlQSS4rRBRb1ahAmo2qGr_GQ17aiqDcg/s320/Arn03d.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Wait for it... wait for it.... Wow.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGe6v3WrXAXGK81A9kZbnPxRPcr9Do8inxXwjvO-DgiIO5zzEasB-V94Izk9F_LtkRX0KdaPuHLP4k5B1o0ZsGuN4cqm3h4BQBl5TkUF3lQKgflZ3Pj0zFMiWw-Rh_2haNm9oSgtqv8e_T/s1600/Arn03e.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGe6v3WrXAXGK81A9kZbnPxRPcr9Do8inxXwjvO-DgiIO5zzEasB-V94Izk9F_LtkRX0KdaPuHLP4k5B1o0ZsGuN4cqm3h4BQBl5TkUF3lQKgflZ3Pj0zFMiWw-Rh_2haNm9oSgtqv8e_T/s320/Arn03e.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Arnold is back at the end of the book to supply some of his favorite shots and poses. (I feel I should mention, too, that both of Schwarzenegger's idols - the beautiful <a href="http://neptsdepths.blogspot.com/2010/12/bringing-in-reeves.html" target="_blank">Steve Reeves</a> and the aforementioned Reg Park - believed in natural bodybuilding without any chemical enhancement, but that Schwarzenegger has admitted to using steroids before they were deemed illegal.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0WcboADhnXeiyhC5SIQlTc1t4-Aey7U7jByKEFc6r9_nwayhhoZCEjSe5K8hPwDQAgu2iTDYPK7lUQ22wLHmdvNw9NBY211NAEjqhTijsBwQzhyphenhypheneB0m3XsamOHJkmgM4genmM-uppQrOJ/s1600/Arn06b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0WcboADhnXeiyhC5SIQlTc1t4-Aey7U7jByKEFc6r9_nwayhhoZCEjSe5K8hPwDQAgu2iTDYPK7lUQ22wLHmdvNw9NBY211NAEjqhTijsBwQzhyphenhypheneB0m3XsamOHJkmgM4genmM-uppQrOJ/s320/Arn06b.JPG" width="243" /></a></div>This one gives us an eye-popping glimpse of his head(s.) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnJh2V3LjAj8u4H8G5ct7hkFOouJAi8lgihCtJVryW03Ib3dmHNuIMq-R3kzAtlECzS6zhQCmdO17_Gz5BOQTrdbW3t3sbFJSP9gwdu4df2M3pOkNrpVBHiRV2I_jmd-nw9UEeRziKiPUo/s1600/Arn06c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnJh2V3LjAj8u4H8G5ct7hkFOouJAi8lgihCtJVryW03Ib3dmHNuIMq-R3kzAtlECzS6zhQCmdO17_Gz5BOQTrdbW3t3sbFJSP9gwdu4df2M3pOkNrpVBHiRV2I_jmd-nw9UEeRziKiPUo/s320/Arn06c.JPG" width="268" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Okay, so I'm unfairly poking fun at a vintage manual, affixing homoerotica and camp onto something for which it was not intended. But the sport of bodybuilding has always had an aura of homosexuality around it, not to mention a massive dollop of narcissism. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4A1o3vSnj6AJkYC3HwBLXn64RDeisxDbTnLUUpbxx6jJLhvx9HmPQ2j4L-m3vzlrPrtDUryOkPWTcXHBPtckR9cVpwRHfGafX6nSMIjC2xD1nVsJwWUVLN5JmLd7v36dn0yEAvGRcrJ8/s1600/Arn07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4A1o3vSnj6AJkYC3HwBLXn64RDeisxDbTnLUUpbxx6jJLhvx9HmPQ2j4L-m3vzlrPrtDUryOkPWTcXHBPtckR9cVpwRHfGafX6nSMIjC2xD1nVsJwWUVLN5JmLd7v36dn0yEAvGRcrJ8/s320/Arn07.JPG" width="234" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzIzkg1gj6w_DHRqGjEqIZeWGKSr3GCyYRoAnutpbbqwXRln4ZoHggKp8lbF40KHszzUli7cBHcQc8cYydqUz-I3QL9_derrS7c38AiXEy1ATriTWSmwU_SKYaNcSzxJl5Jm4wP_rEWEK/s1600/Arn07a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzIzkg1gj6w_DHRqGjEqIZeWGKSr3GCyYRoAnutpbbqwXRln4ZoHggKp8lbF40KHszzUli7cBHcQc8cYydqUz-I3QL9_derrS7c38AiXEy1ATriTWSmwU_SKYaNcSzxJl5Jm4wP_rEWEK/s320/Arn07a.JPG" width="221" /></a></div>Lord knows that Mister S. has gone out of his way to dispel any rumormongers where he is concerned (and there have been some along the way), not only marrying and fathering four children with his wife Maria, but simultaneously sleeping with the family maid and impregnating her! Then there are the multitudinous accounts of various female acquaintances, associates and media personnel who've reported being groped by the man. Enough already, we get it! LOL</div><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNicIPBb-7bnwqoE5QNa06jtTYJG-d7Dy0cAslgs_Row23Omj7pVR_BG2MNI_4U5r8jlwPCfFMqSg7pCc3rtZjfoUJ_4PnDk-q508sm5AKVHybfx1DGrLwa8lqQjd69va135OcLYSdcQB0/s1600/Arn07b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNicIPBb-7bnwqoE5QNa06jtTYJG-d7Dy0cAslgs_Row23Omj7pVR_BG2MNI_4U5r8jlwPCfFMqSg7pCc3rtZjfoUJ_4PnDk-q508sm5AKVHybfx1DGrLwa8lqQjd69va135OcLYSdcQB0/s320/Arn07b.JPG" width="272" /></a></div>I have no agenda where Schwarzenegger is concerned. I just had to share some of the visual highlights of this tome with you. It's hard to believe that more than thirty years have passed since its publication!<br /><br /><i>Editor's Note: Maybe karma was trying to teach me something! I developed a "failed" root canal paired with an eye abrasion, which put me out of commission for four or five days recently, thus causing this post to come far later than intended. I just can't catch a break lately!! But, as Arnold said in </i><b>The Terminator</b><i>, "I'll be back!" I'm not yet ready to throw in the towel at The Underworld...</i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03116564777796925392noreply@blogger.com1