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January 18, 2005

Last night I saw my fave 80s actor Andrew McCarthy on stage in the excellent play Fat Pig by Neil LaBute. He was perfect in the James Spader-role as the sleazy best friend of Steven Pasquale a nice guy who tries to keep his new girlfriend, a fat chick he met at lunch, a secret from his malicious co-workers because he is embarassed by her weight. Though McCarthy is first-rate and oozes smarminess, the years of drinking have started to take their toll and he is out hunked by Pasquale who looks very hot in his swim trunks. As for Andy he has let his hair grow long and the wrinkles are starting to show–not to mention the fact that he is skinny as a rail. Andrew please get a haircut, grow back your Kingdom Hospital goatee, call my friend Fran on LI for a facial, and for Godsake starting eating!

Speaking of studs, here’s another shot of 60s surfer boy Aron Kincaid:

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Just a reminder for you sixties starlet fans. Francine York will be appearing on Las Vegas Monday Jan. 17. Show airs at 9pm EST on NBC. Below is a shot of Francine and me on the town last year in Soho when she was in NYC to shoot a TV commercial.

Francine played the Venus de Milo come to life on an episode of Bewitched in the early seventies. It seems our Francine bewitched Agnes Moorehead who for the entire shoot would constantly pat York’s hand and tell her how beautiful she was. Francine was flattered but bewildered by the attention. It wasn’t until afterwards that Francine learned that Agnes was a lusty Lesbian and it all finally made sense to her.

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January 12, 2005

Continuing my diatribe started last Blog on overrated sixties starlets, I would like to know how in hell did Stefanie Powers ever achieve so much fame? The woman gives the same exact one-note performance in every film and TV show she appears in. They always say in Hollywood you need a combination of talent and luck and in Powers’ case the luck part is oh so true. She never appeared in one memorable film (excluding of course my childhood fave, The Boatniks) and her idea of emoting is flipping her wild mane of hair. Give me Pamela Tiffin or Anjanette Comer any day!

Another starlet from hell is Connie Stevens. I can give you Sixteen Reasons why but let’s just say foremost that it is because she always gave icky sweet performances in such films as Parrish and Susan Slade. I always found her to be annoying and irksome with that whispery baby doll voice. It has always galled me that every time they produce a nostalgic piece on the sixties they roll out Stevens to appear. Memo to Hollywood: Stevens is not the only actress in town that can invoke memories from that swinging decade.

Ciao for now,

Tom