Showing posts with label Tarzan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tarzan. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Tarzan, Save Me!
On that never-to-be-forgotten Tuesday evening in September, 1966, all of Skip's fondest, most improbable dreams came true. He never saw Mom or Pops again, and he never returned to Utica, but in the years after, he never looked back...
Friday, October 10, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Tarzan Boy
Over in his neck of the woods, TJB has been getting us all hot and bothered lately with tributes to such pulchritudinous screen greats as Guy Madison and Gordon Scott. I've decided it's time to come clean and confess my childhood Guilty Secret Crush, and in particular the film that filled my dreams for much of the Nixon administration:
But somehow the magic was gone. Maybe it was all in the shag cut and the loincloth...
I bet he could, the little slut. I know I could have...
Yes, Mike Henry, a very late-period Tarzan, as evidenced by the mod stylings of his comrades, who apparently include Tennessee Williams:
Mike was definitely a little more on the hirsute side than your average Tarzan, and that suited me just fine (still does!).
Perhaps I just liked his way with children. Mike and Boy really seemed to have something going:
Although the following still could - I'm sure did - fuel all sorts of wild thoughts about just what might be going on:
This is absolutely one of those films I really don't want to see as an adult. It just can't live up to my dreams.
Boy - whose name in this iteration is Erik and who was in real life, such as it is, Steve Bond - grew up to become a sometime soap star and Playgirl model:
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