I was at home last night flipping through the channels and I noticed that
Magic Mike was on HBO, and since I had never seen it, I decided to check it out. If I had paid money to see that mess in a movie theatre, afterwards I would have immediately started playing Powerball Lottery until I hit the jackpot, returned to that said movie theatre, bought it, and then burned it to the ground. Halfway through that "Magic Mess" I had to turn it off because I felt like I was being punked. I understand that it was all about the visuals, and while I can appreciate that Big Dick Richie is hot and Tatum can dance, that topic they were sitting on could have produced a virtual gold mine of dialogue. They could have made it super campy and over- the- top; hell, called it
Showboys if they had to. Make it awfully delightful, hilariously dreadful- make it so bad that it's wonderful- but they didn't do that. I got the feeling that the writer(s) were laughing at their audience, not with us. In fact, I still can't shake the image of whoever wrote that "script" sitting at his newly purchased mansion in L.A., doing lines off of some prostitute's taint, cackling in delirious disbelief that he actually got paid in real US currency and not with a Hello Kitty money box with milk chocolate coins for writing that drivel. I'm sure that I got dumber because I watched even part of that crap, but thankfully I still knew how to work the remote control and read, so I saw that
Behind the Candelabra was about to come on a different HBO channel. And I had to at least give it a shot. The Kennedys may have been the closest thing to royalty we've had in living memory here in the States, but Liberace was surely the biggest queen. I had no idea what to expect with Michael Douglas and Matt Damon playing the leads (I thought they did well), and I certainly had not expected the timeless Scott Bakula to even be in the movie- what a lovely surprise!
For those of you ladies (and gentlemen) of a certain age, you simply must remember Scott Bakula as Dr. Sam Beckett on
Quantum Leap. I lurved that show! Rather, I hearted Scott Bakula. Even though there were prettier men on television, there was just such a folksy, charming, sexy, nerdy yet leonine loveliness and vibe about him- he made me feel funny. He was also the first person who made me want to be- oh, I mean bang- a scientist.
Scott was born in St. Louis on October 9, 1954 the oldest of three siblings. He moved to NYC in 1976 and did some stage work before moving to LA. He did some commercials and short-lived series before the writer's strike drove him back to New York. He came back to LA when he won his role on
Quantum Leap, but he had done a variety of guest spots on shows such as
Designing Women, My Sister Sam, and
Matlock prior to
Quantum Leap.
He has done a multitude of shows and movies since "Quantum" went off the air, and it is nice to see his handsome face on the screen each time. If he has had work done, then he desperately needs to pass that surgeon's number out to his co-stars and friends before they go the way of Stallone, Rourke, Rogers, et al. It's horrible enough watching women wreck their faces trying to get splashed by the fountain of youth, seeing what most men end up looking like is just terrifying. The art of surgical facial beautification for men is definitely still in its infancy. I love that Bakula has retained his masculine features, and aged gracefully and (seemingly) naturally. It's sexy when a man emits the sleek yet dominate ferocity of a lion- not when his face and eyes have been stretched across his head to physically resemble one.
For more information about Mr. Bakula you can check out his Wikipedia page
here.
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