Showing posts with label Yvonne De Carlo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yvonne De Carlo. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 8, 2021

Poseidon Quickies: A Brief Shower, By George

It's all about un-challenging, non-think viewing these days as each evening brings the need for decom- pression in the wake of a day amidst manu- facturing, distribution & transportation under the current quagmire we're in. As a result, I've been catching up with some unusual, rare movies that scarcely make their way onto DVD or television. One, the aggressively awful 1970 release The Delta Factor, has little to recommend it besides a few attractive actresses (slumming in a dreary story based on a Mickey Spillane novel), but there was one moment that did cause me to sit up and take notice. 

The principal star of The Delta Factor was one Christopher George, seen here during his tenure as head of The Rat Patrol, a WWII desert-set series that ran from 1966-68. George had, in real life, been a marine as a teen and led a very colorful pre-acting existence in a wide variety of jobs. After shooting the John Wayne film Chisum (1970), he started work on the Spillane espionage flick.

Convicted thief George has been coerced into a job for the U.S. government. Early in the film, he is shown just having taken a shower in his hotel room, which gives us a quick glimpse of his hairy torso.



Exiting the tub and the bathroom, he proceeds to dry off while strolling over to his dressing table. But we soon find out that he has an audience...!

Yvette Mimieux, who's been enlisted to work with him as his wife on the mission, has been observing the situation covertly. And doesn't disapprove of what she sees.

Deducing that he's got nothing to hide at this point, he tosses the towel to the floor and continues his chat with Mimieux head on, so to speak. The rugged George had been sun-baked after those years on Rat Patrol and as a heavy smoker also sported a raspy voice to go with his crooked smile.

Touching a bit on the ladies now in order to help fill out this post. Despite her top-billing, I could only recall one sequence in which Mimieux received anything approaching a close-up! She's endlessly shown in medium and long shots and in a variety of questionable wigs (this is not her own hair either.)

Only she could tell you why there was a decision to cover up her own flattering hair (seen above-right) with some sketchy wigs that look like they might have been found in a waste can outside Jacqueline Bisset's dressing room at 20th Century Fox...!

I thought this one was especially ghastly!

Conversely, Diane McBain's hair receives the sort of brutally punishing treatment that would leave a gal scrambling for Rogaine decades after! It almost hurts to see how her locks were savagely teased, bleached and beaten into this rat's nest.

We've always liked McBain, and she tries hard to inject life into this shoddy movie (directed by Tay Garnett, close to the end of his career. Some blame the endlessly low-angle framing of the movie on his being in a wheelchair at the time!) It's all in vain, though. At one point, Mimieux tears at her dress, briefly revealing a stray boob...

Even playing a hard-nosed madam in one extended scene, Yvonne De Carlo looks better and comes off better than her younger cohorts.

Her stable of "ho"s come in all sorts, from the bizarrely overdressed to the flat out naked...!

George had known actress Lynda Day for quite a while. They'd both been models early on and were even in a bride & groom photo shoot once. But during Chisum, in which she costarred, they fell in love and she left her husband for George. In 1971, they had a daughter with the hybrid name of Krisinda (an alternatively-spelled coagulation of their first names) Casey (after Day's character on Mission: Impossible!) George. He also adopted her son Nicky from the prior marriage.

The couple was tremendously close and very happy, working together any time it was feasible. It always struck me unusual, though, that this husband and father, who rarely - if ever - appeared nude in a movie, wound up posing balls out for Playgirl in 1974!

But he did just that. The shots are readily available though a quick Google search. They feature his faithful canine, a perilous looking knife (!) and a slab of watermelon (!!) When George died suddenly of a heart attack in 1983 at only age 52, it was determined that he suffered from scar tissue in his heart stemming from an accident on the set of The Rat Patrol years earlier. His devastated wife only acted sporadically for a few years after that.

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Guest Who: "Island" Girls

Lately, we've been indulging in a guilty pleasure that is even more guilty than we ever realized when we first saw it decades ago. I refer to the endlessly cheesy, but deliciously bizarre, star-filled series Fantasy Island (1977-1984), companion piece to the relatively similar The Love Boat (1977-1987), which aired one hour before it each week. A while back, I highlighted the very first TV appearance of one Michelle Pfeiffer, who showed up alongside MGM star Cyd Charisse. This time out, I'm focusing on one episode that came my way not long ago and which contained a considerable array of actresses old and new (and I'm also tossing in some always-welcome beefcake to the proceedings.)

Island nearly always began with "de plane!" landing in the lagoon, followed by Ricardo Montalban greeting that week's guests, who were there to fulfill a cherished fantasy. The first of two stories I'm highlighting in this post concerns Joan Prather (remember her as Grant Goodeve's wife on Eight is Enough, 1977-1981?)

Prather (who I dearly loved when I was a child, but who was so reviled by a later roommate of mine that I began to question my judgement!) has come to meet up with a man who she fell hard for four years prior in a brief meeting, but hasn't seen since. Montalban arranges for her to enjoy another date with the good-looking stranger, but warns her about his reputation and implores her not to leave the island.

The date she's been hankering for is none other than James Darren, the smoothly handsome, tan teen idol of the 1960s. Our first glimpse of Darren (and you have to look fast because it's fleeting) has him garbed in a hilariously clingy tennis ensemble complete with moose knuckle! He's a slick operator for sure and has soon charmed Prather just the way she believed he would.

They share an elegant, romantic evening together (do take note of his ruffled tuxedo shirt cuffs) and share an intimate slow dance back in her bungalow. However, that ring on his finger isn't just for glitz's sake. He has a drug contained in it, which he slips into her drink when she isn't looking! When Prather wakes up, she is on his own private island, surrounded by painted-up prisoners who are there for the purposes of white slavery/prostitution!

The very first face Prather sees upon awakening from her drug-induced nap is this one.  Recognize her?
This statuesque, blue-eyed, blonde Canadian is a young starlet making her television debut. A Playboy Playmate with acting ambitions that were being realized at this time (1979), her most heralded work would wind up being released after her sad demise. This is Dorothy Stratten.
Another face Prather sees when coming to belongs to this gal, a daytime TV actress making her prime-time debut.
Jane Badler had been on One Life to Live for two years, but would really make a mark in the sci-fi miniseries V (1983) and its resultant sequel and short-lived series. Her commanding character was, underneath the beautiful exterior, a reptilian, mouse-eating alien! (Badler reappeared in the 2011 re-imagining of the franchise, still called V.) In the first shot above, she reminds me of Ralna (as in Guy & Ralna from The Lawrence Welk Show!)

There are other assorted hussies in the room, but the big surprise comes when their appointed madame Yvonne De Carlo barrels in! Outfitted with a large, hysterical fall reaching down her back, she has come quite a fer piece from costarring in The Ten Commandments (1958) or even The Munsters (1964-1966)!  She runs a tough ship and any of the gals who disobeys Darren or her is subject to anything from confinement to starvation to a severe beating.

Prather, unwilling to submit to the type of action Darren has in mind for her, tosses a glass of wine in his face, leading De Carlo to order her taken to a dirty, cobwebbed dungeon. There, Prather is instructed to place her hands inside a pair of hanging rings so that she can be soundly whipped by De Carlo's handy stick. (How much did Prather pay for this fantasy?!?!)

De Carlo looks better without that huge mass of hair hanging down her back and in close up gives us a wee taste of the striking glamor and beauty she possessed in her earlier years. She was fifty-seven at the time of this episode.

Goofy as this whole thing is, and it is pretty ridiculous, this does afford everyone to glimpse the undeniably beauty of Stratten (the victim of a vicious 1980 murder-suicide, which was depicted in both the TV-movie Death of a Centerfold: The Dorothy Stratten Story, 1981, and more famously in Star 80, 1983.)

She does a fair amount of posing, rather than acting, but by the time of her third and final film (counting only those in which she had a "role"), she was on her way to a promising career in the business. The final film was They All Laughed (1981), which starred Audrey Hepburn and Ben Gazzara. She was only twenty years of age when she was killed.

The second story thread in this episode features John Saxon and Miss America 1959 Mary Ann Mobley. Saxon plays a marine biologist in search of a new aquatic discovery while Mobley plays his wife who has been steadily growing distant as his interest in the sea has grown and grown.

We adore Mobley, always have, and find the compactly handsome Mr. Saxon to be appealing, too. This was a reunion for the actors for in 1968 they had costarred not only in the swinging romp For Singles Only, but also in the TV-movie Istanbul Express, which was released as a feature film overseas.

Saxon, forty-four and stripped down to a trim, blue swimsuit heads out into the ocean to explore the sea life. Before long, he becomes tangled in seaweed or kelp (the only little batch of it that happens to be around! He swims directly into it...) He manages to free himself, aided by the encouraging words of a woman he doesn't see around.

Washing ashore, he discovers that embedded in a large mound of seaweed is a mermaid (!), all dried out and close to death. He scampers around to get a blanket, then picks her up and runs back towards his Fantasy Island bungalow. (Hysterically, it is quite obviously a mannequin with a long wig on during his jog along the beach!)

The topless mermaid (Michelle Phillips) is placed in his bathtub in what looks to be bubble bath, but we're informed that it's foam from salt and minerals that Saxon has somehow added to the tub water to bring her back into fighting shape. Remarkably enough, this episode aired five years before the hit Tom Hanks movie Splash (1984), so it isn't a rip-off of that. However, it is a direct cribbing of the 1948 William Powell hit Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid. (Phillips made two subsequent appearances on the series as this apparently popular character.)

Saxon and Phillips spend idyllic hours swimming and loving one another, to the horror and despair of his wife Mobley, who tearfully expresses her feelings to Montalban. Montalban encourages her to fight for her husband, so she does just that, though it takes some doing to break the spell Saxon is under.
Saxon, in an even flimsier suit than the first one he wore, is about to enter the water and join Phillips for good when Mobley comes running onto the beach to stop him. Ultimately, she has to get in the water herself and save him from the siren's clutches.
Here's where I was totally blown away... This show ran on network TV in 1979 and was a proud product of the Aaron Spelling era of "jiggle TV." He found a way to put plenty of perky and pert, yet rarely if ever vulgar, female bodies on display, many times braless. Few people thought a thing about it other than to enjoy the gently risque notion of Farrah Fawcett's nipples being outlined through her tops during Charlie's Angels or various extras strutting around in bikinis (with pantyhose on under them!) aboard The Love Boat. Yet today, in 2016, the channel that was broadcasting this episode of Fantasy Island felt the need to digitally BLUR the wet chest of Mary Ann Mobley.... Really???!  Come on... The former Miss America never did a nude scene in her life and was about a wholesome as they come. All this did was draw obvious attention to what may not have otherwise made any impact at all (and smacks of censorship, which I am practically always against.) It slays me that with all the in-your-face filth that shows up on television - especially reality TV - that someone felt clenched enough to obscure a wet blouse.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little peek at some notable women (and a noticeable man!) who popped up on this episode.