Some hunks I have cherished on DS:
Don Briscoe. Those eyes, that voice. And then there's that chest. Pardon me while I go fetch the drool towel. I have read a magazine interview dated 1969 where he mentioned skateboarding by moonlight in Central Park as one of the things he liked to do for fun, and that is how I prefer to remember him--at ease, carefree, the wind ruffling his beautiful hair.
David Selby. He just oozed sex--that wide, generous smile, those smoky blue eyes, the long long legs that seemed to go on forever (and then something else that, in certain scenes in 1897, seemed to go on forever, too). It was a tribute to his prowess as an actor that he could turn all that charisma off and become a ghost, a zombie, or a possessed sorceror, frigid with evil.
Michael Hadge. Obviously Buzz Hackett is hardly most folks' idea of a dream date, and he SERIOUSLY needed to do something with that hair (I still think it eventually wound up reincarnated as one of Cassandra's wigs.) But underneath the ratty persona I found Hadge charming and a bit bohemian. I bet he knew all the best Indian restaurants in the Village before they became a fad and enjoyed watching the comic-book plays at Caffe Cino.
Brian Sturdivant. He deserved a lot better than what he got on DS. I wonder whether he read for the role of Gerard? Although I really enjoyed James Storm's performance in that role, it would have been interesting to see what Sturdivant would have made of it. Watch for his cameo role in Diary of a Mad Housewife.
John Karlen. Another master of chameleon-like transformation, he gave an air of the well-heeled lounge lizard to the role of William H. Loomis, alcoholic litterateur, and a surprisingly muscular sexuality to Desmond Collins.
Joel Crothers. Clothes really made the man here since I found Joe mostly a well-meaning bore, but Nathan really rings my chimes. Extra points for when Julia cut open Joe's shirt in that scene in the Old House, finally revealing his manly physique to camera view.
Chris Pennock. At the time I thought it was funny that an evil hippie had come to terrorize Collinsport. As an adult, I find a new appreciation for Jeb's leather trousers and the mystic Naga that accompanied him everywhere. Extra points for a yummy shirtless scene during the Leviathans. Sebastian's groovy threads win this talented young thesp bonus points in the stud sweepstakes.
Honorable mention for the unnamed actor who played the hapless chap from whom John Yeagar rented a basement apartment in PT 1970. He was CUTE.
Steve
