Showing posts with label Mr. Conrad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mr. Conrad. Show all posts

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Shameless Saturday Camp Explosion: Yuletide Che(e)r



Perhaps the least Dickensian person ever to have lived, Cher nonetheless gives the look (courtesy, of course, of Mr. Mackie) a whirl in this prime example of high-seventies medleymania, holiday division.  She's joined by TV staple William Conrad, who waxes unexpectedly RobertGouletische in his solo bit,* and ever so briefly by the soon-to-be ex-Mr. Cher, as well as, in passing during the grand finale, by the ever-pleasing Miss Teri Garr (the spotting of whom seems to be turning into a minor Café hobby).

The highlight, I think you'll agree, is the star's do-or-die assault on "O Holy Night."  Hers may not be the most orthodox rendition ever, but she certainly gives it her all, reminding us that in her heyday she had a helluva set of pipes and wasn't afraid to use it.

* And he's if nothing else undeniably a cheerier party guest than Peg.  You'll note that this very special moment on The Sonny and Cher Comedy Hour was taped in the same year as the special that produced Miss Lee's lugubrious turn.  There must have been something in the water.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

A Little Gratuitous Hotness

So I'm trying to read an article on Salon (and when did the writing at what was once a lively and thought-provoking site completely fall apart? I wasn't paying attention, but, good God, it has) about the homoerotic undertones of The Wild, Wild West, when, being me, I drifted away and decided:


That what we all need today is a good gander at a shirtless Robert Conrad. He was never really much as an actor, and he's had a hard life, but that, my friends, is a timeless look.