Showing posts with label Mission Impossible. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Top Ten Anniversary: Favorite TV Series

Yes, you're probably beginning to tire of these Top Ten lists, but it must be done! Ha ha! The following programs are the ones that really stuck to me over the years and are my own personal favorites. I don't claim that they are the best, but they speak to me the most. Again, it was hard to whittle the list down, but this is how it panned out.

BARNABY JONES -- First of all, the opening theme song and the introduction of the stars and guest stars. Watching this on grandpa's knee (an appropriate place!) instilled in me a deep affection for most all "Quinn Martin productions," whose shows nearly always began that way (and were divided into "Acts" on screen.) The 1970s were a time for gimmicky detectives: the bald one, the fat one, the one with a cockatoo... This was the old one and even though Mr. Buddy Ebsen lived thirty more years after the show's premiere (!), he was a milk-drinking, supposedly non-threatening geezer. (He was sixty-five at the time of the show's debut!) But he was usually a dead shot with his pistol when the time came. The show, regardless of its real or imagined merits, is so soothing to me to watch. Familiar faces in compelling plot lines with inevitable lines like, "Call Lt. Biddle..." It's comfort food for the brain to me. I adored Lee Meriwether as Ebsen's daughter-in-law receptionist. Less so Mark Shera as a cousin who came on in the fourth season, but he's okay. The real pleasure is seeing people underestimate the old codger until they are tripped up by his forensics and keen intellect. It definitely jumped the shark, though, when Ebsen was shown disco dancing in a late episode!
CHARLIE'S ANGELS -- As a tyke, my bedtime was strictly 9:00pm. Knowing how obsessed I was with Charlie's Angels (the whole world was, it seemed, in 1976!), my mother relented and allowed me to watch it every other Wednesday. However, when previews showed that on my "off" week, the gals were going to be shackled together in a women's prison, my protestations to see the episode were so great that my mom relented and let me watch it (and thereafter I watched it every week... give 'em an inch and they take a mile! Ha ha!) I worshiped Farrah Fawcett, but liked all the Angels, including Shelley Hack, until the last season when the final cast change to Tanya Roberts (and a location shift to Hawaii) turned me off. Watching it now, as I still do on the treadmill, the gals aren't all that hold my attention. The clingy polyester slacks on the men in that era can be real eye-openers!
DYNASTY -- Somewhere out there is bound to be someone who claims to have been a bigger fan of this show than I was, though I can't imagine how. I was utterly, completely OBSESSED with it from almost the moment it started. The fact that it was going to star Linda Evans, who I hadn't seen at all in the interim since The Big Valley and Pamela Sue Martin, who'd figured heavily in The Poseidon Adventure (as well as The Nancy Drew Mysteries) guaranteed that I would be watching the three-hour premiere. The whole notion of a regular gay character was rather mind-blowing to me at age fourteen. Once Joan Collins showed up, it was must-see TV for me and most of the world. I bought every magazine that previewed or profiled the show, called Hollywood long distance to speak to Esther Shapiro directly (!) about a plot line (didn't get through to her... I wonder why not. Ha ha!) and even made certain that my senior prom tuxedo was as close a copy to the morning suits worn to Amanda Carrington's wedding that was possible on my family's budget! The show over the long haul was uneven to say the least and plagued by cast changes, but practically any episode remains fun if only for the clothes and the often chippy dialogue and campy situations.
MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE -- I never saw a single episode of this series in its initial airing or even in reruns (somehow it seemed to disappear in my area for a long while) until one time - late at night - a few episodes began appearing. Eventually, I got the whole series on DVD and became fascinated by the austere performances, the labyrinthine schemes of the missions and just the general team atmosphere, which had always appealed to me from my comic book days. The show was formulaic, but it was a formula that worked. And that theme song!  The show, like more than one Desilu production was racially progressive in that little or no mention was every made about Greg Morris' skin color in the story lines. Cast changes occurred with certain regularity, but generally the concept held up thanks to stalwarts Peter Graves (there after season one for original leader Steven Hill) and Morris hanging in for the long haul. The cool, sleek style of the show (including those wonderful "black & white" apartment sequences) appeals to me greatly.
STAR TREK -- It goes without saying that Gene Roddenberry's short-lived sci-fi series inspired legions of fans into forming a cult of Trekkies Trekkers who've gone on to support a long train of subsequent series and movies.  For me, it all starts and virtually ends with the first show and its vivid colors, passionate performances and glamorous guest stars, often with hair stacked to the stars and diaphanous costumes (by William Ware Theiss) with unusual pieces missing. William Shatner has his detractors, but I happen to love his enthusiastic and heroic line readings. DeForest Kelley's cantankerous doctor is my favorite (apart from the elegant Nichelle Nichols), but I also appreciate the iconic performance of Leonard Nimoy as the emotionless Mr. Spock. Grace Lee Whitney's towering basket-weave hairstyle as Yeoman Rand helped solidify my obsession with such things. I was so captivated by the uniforms of the Starship Enterprise that, as a bored teen working at Wendy's, I used to picture all the customers in the dining room wearing them, after deciding which of the three colors would look best on them, of course!
THE BIG VALLEY -- As a kid with abandonment issues, nothing hit home quite like the extremely strong familial bond of The Barkleys, especially the way they took in a bastard son of the deceased father and made him one of their own. (This development alone was a bit prickly for TV in 1965.) The show went off the air when I was two, so I never saw it until mid-day reruns years later when I became enthralled with the sweeping musical intro, the highly telegenic cast and its wealth of dramatic story material. I thought no one on earth was more beautiful than the Barbie-like Linda Evans or more handsome than blue-eyed Lee Majors. Iron-clad Barbara Stanwyck, fiery Peter Breck and even handed Richard Long completed the quintet (and complimented one another grandly.) Toss in extraordinarily good guest stars and some wondrous music within each episode and it was a total winner in my eyes. To this day, disliking my own last name incredibly, I give "Barkley" to hostesses in restaurants. And I'm still looking to kiss a Jarrod and a Nick, having already tackled the seemingly tougher ones: Victoria, Audra and Heath! LOL
THE CAROL BURNETT SHOW -- Part of my childhood viewing that stayed in my head and heart, I don't think there was anyone as multi-talented as Carol Burnett. Not only that, she was careful to surround herself with stellar supporting cast members such as Harvey Korman, Vicki Lawrence and Tim Conway, who all complimented her - and each other - terrifically. And early costar Lyle Waggoner was easy on the eyes to be sure. So many incredible characterizations were created on the show whether it be from the many spot-on movie parodies, Mr. Tudball & Mrs. Wiggins, the dotty Stella Toddler, Nora Desmond, the ham actors Funt and Mundane, Conway's old (old!) man and, of course, Eunice Higgins and her crazy family.  Naturally, over time, some of the topical and pop culture humor is diffused, but most of these sketches remain hilarious. Long missing from rerun broadcasts are the huge musical productions that usually closed the weekly show and those are often quite a spectacle to behold (in no small part thanks to the show's incredible costumer Bob Mackie.) Like most of the shows that comprise this list, it was the cast chemistry that truly put this in a class of its own.
THE COLBYS -- With people like Charlton Heston, Katharine Ross, Ricardo Montalban and Barbara Stanwyck among the cast as promised, there was no way I was going to miss the premiere of (what was then called) Dynasty II: The Colbys. (That theme song!!) Whatever glamour Dynasty had, and it had tons, this show outdid, especially at a time when the parent show had managed to saddle Joan Collins with a story line that had her dressed down to the point of being in a nun's habit! This was the year that Dynasty slipped from #1 and never fully recovered. The Colbys was a grand, old-fashioned, meaty family drama and power struggle with (sometimes lunatic) secrets and rivalries. Unfortunately, though I grew to appreciate her own charms, Emma Samms as the long-lost Fallon was positively 180 degrees different in nearly every conceivable area than her predecessor Pamela Sue Martin, which turned a lot of people off. A visibly frail Stanwyck's premature departure was another big hit to the show's life. But there will never be anyone like Stephanie Beacham's Sable Colby, a standout amid the gargantuan cast, as noted elsewhere. For that I will always be devoted to the show.
THE GOLDEN GIRLS -- When I speak of chemistry among a cast, this is the pinnacle of it. It makes no difference if Bea Arthur and Betty White bristled a bit behind the scenes. On screen they, along with Rue McClanahan and Estelle Getty, worked extraordinarily well together and generated a hit that, on paper, seemed impossible to the network chiefs: four older ladies living together in a house in Miami, Florida. An expert pilot paved the way for a terrific run in which each gal won an Emmy and created comic hijinks that one can safely say are broadcast almost every hour of every day, time and again, worldwide. Golden Girls fans know all the lines by heart and quote them all the time. We know each other. If we say the cue, another fan knows the punchline. Among my own favorite installments are the ones in which: Dorothy's friend is a lesbian, Dorothy's son is marrying an older black woman, Blanche's brother is gay, the ladies are posing for a sculptor, Blanche and Sophia are dating the same man, Rose dates a dwarf and the ladies are set to meet Burt Reynolds at a film premiere. But it's like choosing a favorite child. There's something great in practically all the episodes (though I am devoted to seasons 1 through 4, before expert director Terry Hughes left, versus the remaining ones.)
THE LOVE BOAT -- Again, the blend/chemistry of the cast made a huge impact on the success of a show, but as able as they are, the crew of the boat are not the reason why I love this show... it's the PARADE OF GUEST STARS! Several series did it, from the more dramatic Fantasy Island to the more elegant Hotel and even the delightful Murder, She Wrote, but The Love Boat was key in unearthing great stars that young Hollywood generally had no interest in, but which nostalgic TV viewers enjoyed giving the once-over to after their time in the sun had passed. While its true that a few old-timers held out and didn't take a cruise, more often than not, any old star who could still draw breath popped up on at least one episode of this show during the course of its long run. Sometimes, if the performer was musically inclined, he or she even got to perform (as in the case of Carol Channing, Ethel Merman and Ann Miller - all at once!) They even excavated long-absent, two-time Oscar-winning Best Actress Luise Rainer, fer cryin' out loud! Much of this was surely due to producer Aaron Spelling, who was a busy 1950s character actor and party host before he turned mega-producer, calling upon old friends to appear on his series.

BONUS PICS!

The initial threesome who made up Charlie's Angels were photographed endlessly as they promoted the TV-movie pilot and eventual series. I thought this one was fun. (The pilot, by the way, was expected to tank, but brought in HUGE numbers. Even then the execs could hardly believe it so they re-ran it two weeks later, thinking it was a fluke, but the ratings were even higher still! So the series moved forward.)
This looks more like something out of Eyes of Laura Mars (1978) than an Angels promo. Clearly the exact style and concept of the show had not been completely honed, even taking into consideration that this was inspired by Helmut Newton (who himslef photographed Fawcett and, later, Smith for publication.)
Raise your hand if you remember "Angels '88" (which was later retitled "Angels '89" due to production delays before being abandoned completely!) Among the carefully-selected, but doomed to being unseen, Angels were Téa Leoni and Claire Yarlett. Dig the fun brooch on the gal with the ginormous shoulder pads!
It's just tough to beat that initial combination of gals...
I liked this shot of Linda Evans and John Forsythe because it's a rare one with Linda's hair much softer (and smaller!) and her eyes look terrific in it.
Just one shot of the four albums I have that are crammed full of Dynasty and The Colbys clippings/photos.
I saved every single picture of any star who was on the show and every picture from the show. If a magazine had photos on back-to-back pages, I bought two copies...! (Now I know where my youth went!)
I give you a campy portrait of spy supreme Cinnamon Carter, as portrayed by Barbara Bain.
Here's a second, even more random - though glamorous - portrait from the shoot. You can read more about Bain right here.
Strange elements in the posing for this The Big Valley portrait. Note the monochromatic blouse and pants (courtesy of Nolan Miller) on Linda Evans' Audra Barkley which would later become a staple of her Krystle Carrington wardrobe as well, often in tones of burgundy and blue.
The transformation of Audra Barkley from golden-haired colt to Brushfire Barbie (under the direction of new husband John Derek, who enjoyed crafting all his women into the same basic ideal...!)
A later version of the cast of The Love Boat. Pat Klous had replaced a substance-addicted Lauren Tewes for two seasons, Jill Whelan as Gavin McLeod's daughter had grown up to be an assistant and humpy Ted McGinley was brought on as ship's photographer.
Were you one of the seven people who watched The Love Boat: The Next Wave?  Doomed from the start thanks to a telegenic, but uninspired, cast, it also suffered the blow of star Robert Urich developing cancer during its run (which he bravely fought through, eventually appearing without hair in the wake of treatments.) Few guest stars of note came aboard, though one episode did reunite members of the first show's cast. The Love Boat ran for 250 episodes. The Next Wave ran for 25...
No matter how humiliating, did you really think I was going to refrain from sharing my senior prom photo with it's "design on a dime" approximation of the Moldavian massacre wedding suits?! Ha ha! Remember... I did say OBSESSED. But that's what TV has the power to do to us sometimes, then and now. I hope you enjoyed this post.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

A Matter of Graves Importance...

On Saturday of this week (8/19/17), yours truly will be turning "The Big 5-0!" Suddenly it seems I'll have gone from looking for a daddy to being considered one. (Actually, this transference has been taking place over time for a while now...) My hair is now probably 75% white (!) and I might be quite upset by that were it not for the fact that a) I've always loathed my natural hair color, b) I'm grateful to have hair at all and c) I've always liked tan, blue-eyed silver foxes, so hope springs eternal that I might be one myself perchance! Ha ha!  One of my chief crushes in this category was today's featured actor, Peter Graves.

Graves embarked on an acting career in the early-1950s, but really didn't hit his stride until the late-1960s when he became the face of a highly-popular and enduring television series. Then, when his time in the spotlight had passed, he found a new second-career in a sort of reality television (though not the reality television that pollutes our airwaves today.)

Peter Dueslar Aurness was born on March 18th, 1926 in Minneapolis, Minnesota to a Norwegian father Rolf and a German-English mother Ruth. Peter was the second child born to the medical supply salesman and his newspaper columnist wife, the first born being James three years prior. The strapping, athletic, Nordic boys would grow up to be remarkably tall, with Peter hitting 6' 3-1/2" and James a towering 6' 7".

When WWII broke out, James was drafted into the U.S. Army (his dreams of being a naval fighter pilot dashed because he was 5" too tall for the duty.) He suffered a severe leg injury during the Battle of Anzio, earning him a Purple Heart along with a lifetime of nagging leg pain. Peter joined the U.S. Air Force after high school and then used the G.I. Bill to attend the University of Minnesota following the war.

Both young men had an interest in radio announcing and pursued that at one time or another. Peter in high school and James after the war. In time, James hitchhiked to Hollywood and sought work as a film extra, landing a featured role in The Farmer's Daughter in 1947 that led to more acting work. Before too long, in 1951, Peter followed to sunny California and, not wanting to become confused with his brother (now known as James Arness), he took another family name and emerged as Peter Graves.

Already married in 1950 to Joan Endress, young Graves won roles in Up Front, the westerns Rogue River (as Rory Calhoun's step-brother) and Fort Defiance (as Dan Clark's blind brother) and, appropriately enough, the part of a radio announcer in Angels in the Outfield. The handsome twenty-four year-old Graves is seen here during a break in filming of Fort Defiance with Tracey Roberts.
Now starting to achieve steady work as an actor, Graves received first billing in the low-budget sci-fi oriented Red Planet Mars, playing a scientist who is getting radio transmissions from Mars with instructions on how to achieve peace on Earth! (He's seen with costar Andrea King here.)

1953 was a very busy year for Graves, though he was already working more in supporting roles rather than being granted leads, albeit in higher grade pictures such as Stalag 17 (starring William Holden in his Oscar-winning part) and Beneath the 12-Mile Reef (as antagonist to young Robert Wagner and Terry Moore.) Shown below is costar Gilbert Roland taking exception to Graves' attitude.
He also supported Robert Stack in the western War Paint and was one of several actors darting around East of Sumatra (note a young Earl Holliman in this photo), a movie which starred Jeff Chandler, Marilyn Maxwell and Anthony Quinn.

When he did earn the lead in a film, it was usually a low-rung sci-fi piece such as 1954's Killers from Space, in which he played a doctor kidnapped by aliens (and apparently operated on by them!), having to convince disbelieving authorities that there is a pending invasion of giant monsters. As you can see, his lean torso was frequently bared for the screen.

He also supported Rory Calhoun again in The Yellow Toma- hawk, worked alongside Van Heflin and Anne Bancroft in The Raid (seen here with Heflin and Lee Marvin) and costarred with Edward G. Robinson in Black Tuesday. There, the two played death row convicts who escape from prison just prior to their execution. All along, Graves was also making appearances on then-popular anthology TV series such as Chevron Theatre, Schlitz Playhouse, Fireside Theatre and The Pepsi-Cola Playhouse.

1955 continued in the same vein with featured roles in quite a few movies. Robbers' Roost was a revenge western starring George Montgomery and with Richard Boone (seen here), Wichita starred Joel McCrea and Vera Miles, The Naked Street starred Farley Granger, Anne Bancroft and Anthony Quinn and The Court-Martial of Billy Mitchell starred Gary Cooper.

There was also that same year, The Long Gray Line with Tyrone Power and Maureen O'Hara, directed by John Ford, and The Night of the Hunter, with Robert Mitchum, very effectively directed by Charles Laughton in his only attempt at doing so in a feature film. Graves played a convict whose hidden loot causes plenty of trouble for his wife and children from the deranged Mitchum.
Graves also landed the lead in the low-budget western Fort Yuma, a cavalry versus Indians yarn with little to distinguish it from countless others like it.

In 1955, Graves began filming the TV western Fury, the title referring to a fifteen-hands high horse. Graves played a rancher with an adopted son played by Bobby Diamond who enjoyed a special bond with the horse. The youth-aimed show filmed for five seasons and ran through 1960, with reruns airing beyond that.

Also in 1955, Graves brother Arness began what would become a legendary run on Gunsmoke as Marshall Matt Dillon, enjoying a rather unspoken love for Miss Kitty, played by Amanda Blake. The western ran for twenty seasons and lives on today in reruns. Arness' unusual gait in the show - strained further by horseback mounting and riding - was a result of that old WWII injury at Anzio.

As for Graves, he also got the lead in 1956's It Conquered the World, as another scientist having to fend off an alien when disgruntled fellow doc Lee Van Cleef invites it to Earth to wreak havoc. Other roles in Hold Back the Night (with John Payne, shown here) and Canyon River (with George Montgomery) came to him that same year.

Graves is shown here with Underworld favorite Constance Ford in a 1956 episode of The Millionaire, in which he plays a struggling artist whose wife has faith in him though her mother protests otherwise.

In between the filming of Fury, Graves still managed to occasionally star in a film, such as with Bayou in 1957, in which he played a New York architect in love with a Cajun gal amid much local tension.

There was also The Beginning of the End, in which he and Peggy Castle had to fend off giant grass- hoppers (!) that were created on an experimental farm outside Chicago, Illinois. More down to earth was Death in Small Doses in which he played a U.S. agent investigating drug use and trafficking amongst long-haul truck drivers (shown here with Mala Powers.)

In 1958, he costarred with Barry Sullivan in Wolf Larsen, a remake of the earlier Edward G. Robinson film The Sea Wolf. This was followed in 1959 by a supporting part in the soapy Stranger in My Arms, starring June Allyson and Jeff Chandler. He played a deceased soldier whose story was revealed in flashback (and whose mother was played by Mary Astor.)

Graves would remain busy on television for several years after this, with no feature films on his resume until 1965. He went to Australia to film a season of the western stagecoach series Whiplash, popped up on Route 66, worked on The Alfred Hitchcock Hour with Albert Salmi, played a congressman on the TV version of The Farmer's Daughter and guest-starred on The Virginian, among others.
In 1965 came A Rage to Live, one of those sudsy Warner Brothers stories about nympho- maniacal Suzanne Pleshette dividing her time between Bradford Dillman, Ben Gazzara and Graves. You can check it all out right here! His long-suffering wife in the film was played by Bethel Leslie.
By this time he was costarring on another show, Court Martial, with one of his fellow Rage actors, Bradford Dillman. The two JAG lawyers traveled the globe investigating various crimes. The series only lasted one season. In the meantime, he guested on Run for Your Life, Daniel Boone, The F.B.I., The Invaders and other shows.
He appeared with Dean Martin and Alain Delon in the western romp Texas Across the River in 1966 and the following year was selected to play Doris Day's leading man in her latest confection, The Ballad of Josie. The cattle-rancher versus sheep-farmer frolic was among the least favorite of Day's films, though she liked the people working on it with her. (Her husband had signed her to the project without discussing it with her first!)
In what was a rarity for him, Graves directed an episode of Gunsmoke, his brother's series, though oddly enough it was one in which the focus was on Milburn Stone and Ken Curtis and not Arness. Though Graves was still making the odd feature film, he was asked to take on another lead role on television. He was somewhat reluctant to do so since he was beginning to win bigger and better roles again after a fallow period, but ultimately he said yes. It would wind up being his lifelong claim to fame.

Mission: Impossible hit the airwaves in 1966 starring Steven Hill, Greg Morris, Martin Landau, Barbara Bain and Peter Lupus. After 28 episodes the first season, Hill parted ways from the show when his religious beliefs prevented him from working the hours that were scheduled for the complicated spy program. Graves came on as his replacement (without any sort of acknowledgement in the story) and stayed for the duration.
One episode had him falling for an enemy agent played by Joan Collins. Their bit of romance was uncharacteristic for the show, which generally downplayed personal feeling in lieu of complex strategy, precise planning and mechanical marvels.

As the IMF (Impossible Missions Force) leader, it fell upon Graves each week to discretely locate the a tape recording of his instructions along with an envelope containing photos of key players. Thereafter the tape would "self-destruct in five seconds" and he would select the team for the job (though there was usually precious little variance in who was brought on board the mission.)
 
The second and third seasons of Mission contain the most iconic collection of performers on the show: Graves, Bain, Landau, Morris and Lupus. At the close of this season, Bain and Landau departed and the core team was all-male. Graves, Morris and Lupus were joined by Leonard Nimoy and an assortment of female agents made appearances along the way.
The fifth season went in an entirely new direction with young Lesley Ann Warren being brought in as the regular female component of the IMF. Despite her doing good work on the show, the fit was never really right and she was soon off the series as well. (Humpy Sam Elliott, who had also joined the show during this time, but was never properly utilized, also hit the road rather quickly.) Nimoy also departed at the end of this season. (Somehow he looks better than ever in these pics with Warren! Love that waxy, tan face! LOL)
For the sixth and seventh seasons (the last), Lynda Day George was brought in as the female agent, though pregnancy required her to be replaced for a time with Barbara Anderson. During all these incarnations of the show, Graves, Morris (and to a lesser degree, thanks to the producers having attempted to write him out) Lupus remained a constant. Graves directed one episode in season seven, marking the second and final time he took on that duty.
In its day, Mission: Impossible was "must see TV" and was considered one of the most stylish and intelligent of drama programs then airing. It was helped in no small part by the exhilarating theme music of Lalo Schifrin. In 1969, Graves was nominated for an Emmy in the role of Jim Phelps, but lost to Carl Betz of Judd for the Defense. Twice he was nominated for, but lost, Golden Globe awards for Mission (losing to Betz in Judd for the Defense again and Mike Connors in Mannix), but finally won one in 1971.
The very buttoned-up show generally provided little in the way of beefcake (even though Lupus had been a bikini-clad bodybuilder prior to his hiring!), but every great once in a while there might be a brief flash of skin such as in the 1971 season six episode "Underwater" in which the forty-five year old Graves rocked a blue and white-striped Speedo!
The show having ended in 1973, Graves would proceed to a variety of TV-movies to stay active. The President's Plane is Missing (with Buddy Ebsen), Scream of the Wolf (opposite Clint Walker), the detective show pilot The Underground Man and Where Have All the People Gone? kept him in the public eye. He'd also done things as "himself" such as hosting the 1971 CBS Thanksgiving Day Parade with Julie Sommars, as seen here.

He returned to Australia, a favorite locale of his, for the low-budget Sidecar Racers (starring Ben Murphy) with more of the same TV fare back home like Dead Man on the Run (with Pernell Roberts) and SST: Death Flight (with everyone and his grandpa!) The highly unlikely The Gift of the Magi, a TV musical, cast him as O. Henry while John Rubinstein and and Debby Boone played the young marrieds of the famed story.

By now, Graves was solidified as a stalwart, very-straight male lead in many TV-movies or low-budget features, often playing fathers, doctors, secret agents and the like with only an occasional variance (such as the highly-obscure Spree, 1979, in which he was a coolly vicious drug peddler tormenting a group of teens) or the 1979 miniseries The Rebel, in which he portrayed George Washington.

As the decade drew to a close, he was still working in low-budget fare like The Clonus Horror, taking part in showy telefilms such as The Memory of Eva Ryker (with Natalie Wood) and guest-starring on TV in shows such as Buck Rogers in the 25th Century. But his reputation as a rather stone-faced, all-purpose leading man was about to be tossed on its side.

In 1980, Graves was handed a script which he felt was the worst piece of junk he'd ever read (and that was saying something!) However, after meeting with the young filmmakers who had devised the project, he realized how stupidly brilliant the movie could be. Airplane! was a wild spoof of all the jetliner disaster movies that had begun back in the 1950s (Zero Hour, 1956, being the particular target) and had proliferated all during the '70s with Airport and its sequels.

Graves, with pretty much the same genial, straight-laced demeanor he'd brought to so many other programs, played an airline pilot who is, in fact, a not very discreet pedophile! As a young boy visits the cockpit (something that was once a staple of luxury air travel, often resulting in a souvenir plane to take home), Graves asks him a series of hysterical leading questions like, "Joey, have you ever been in a Turkish prison?," "You ever seen a grown man naked?" or "Do you like movies about gladiators?"

He was perfect in the part and was joined by other actors of a similar ilk such as Robert Stack, Lloyd Bridges and Leslie Nielsen (the latter two, in particular, capitalizing to a great degree on this newfound aspect of their lengthy careers.) When a slapdash sequel was produced within two years, he was back in the pilot's seat. The jokes were a tad cruder ("Jimmy, do you like it when Scraps holds onto your leg and rubs up and down?") and the concept even more lunatic (the "airplane" of the title ends up in space!)
After this, Graves worked in the epic 1983 miniseries The Winds of War (returning briefly for its 1988 sequel War and Remembrance), did time on the usual havens for actors of a certain vintage such as The Love Boat, Fantasy Island (as seen below with a wheelchair-bound Eve Plumb!) and Murder, She Wrote, and then found himself presented with a most unique proposal.
A serious writer's strike fell in the mid-'80s and left the TV landscape filled with reruns and non-scripted programming. As a way around it, a new rendition of Mission: Impossible was created, to be filmed in Australia, where Graves had spent many a day. The series used scripts from the original series, updated somewhat for a more modern time, and employed a raft of actors who fit the archetypes from the early days of the show. Terry Markwell as the femme fatale, Anthony Hamilton as the strongman, Phil Morris (son of original cast member Greg) as the gadgetry expert and Thaao Penglis as master of disguise.

Soon enough, the strike was over and new scripts could be commissioned for the redux. However, Markwell departed the show when she felt her role wasn't prominent or fulfilling enough. (Her character's death was the only time in the show's history that an agent was killed and disavowed.) More widely-known (thanks to the miniseries V) Jane Badler was brought in to take her place. The new rendition of the venerable series never really caught on and it was cancelled after 35 episodes.
After working as a guest on The Golden Girls, Burke's Law and Diagnosis Murder, Graves found a way to put his old skills as a radio announcer to good use. In 1994, he came on board to host some of the installments of the wonderful A&E series Biography. The utterly classy program which spent an hour relaying the life story of a prominent celebrity or historical figure earned Graves an Emmy (for hosting the one devoted to Judy Garland.) Graves continued to share hosting duties on the series with Jack Perkins until 2001.

In 1996, he was approached once more to revive his Mission: Impossible character Jim Phelps in the big-budget Tom Cruise remake, but recoiled when it was determined that the character would turn out to be a traitor, heavily tarnishing the incredibly loyal and stalwart image that he'd created over time. He turned the part down, though Jon Voight took it over and had no compunctions about shitting on the iconic character. Many of the series' fans, including this one, were turned off at the move (and I've never seen any further installments beyond this one), though a new and jaded generation couldn't have cared less about such things.

In 2001, he also acted in the highly-anticipated TV-movie These Old Broads, featuring Debbie Reynolds, Elizabeth Taylor, Shirley MacLaine and Joan Collins, but which promised more than it delivered in the final analysis.

He wasn't completely done acting, though. He made eleven appearances on the popular show Seventh Heaven as Stephen Collins' imposing father (with Barbara Rush playing his wife) over the course of a decade's time. Reruns of the long-running show ran into serious trouble, however, when Collins was revealed to have molested a number of minors in real life over a span of time...

Graves and his old Mission costar Barbara Bain reunited briefly in order to act as presenters at the Screen Actors Guild annual awards ceremony in 2006.

In 2010, at the age of eighty-three, lifelong smoker Peter Graves was felled by a heart attack, ending a sixty year career before the camera. His lifelong best friend and brother James Arness died the very next year at age eighty-eight. (The two never acted together during their long years as performers.) When he died, Graves left his wife Joan a widow just six months shy of their 60th wedding anniversary. They raised three children together during their long, successful union.

We salute Peter Graves for his sure-handed work on Mission: Impossible, his outrageous contribution to Airplane! and his tasteful narration of Biography along with admiring his continued desire to seek out roles that challenged him as an actor even as Hollywood pressed hard to keep him in his shellacked, straight-arrow, grey-haired mold. (What a head of hair it was, too, lasting thickly up to the end!) And, of course, we always love seeing his icy blue eyes and salt 'n pepper locks in anything.