There's something about a dead pan smart ass that just melts my heart. Gould can't quite be considered a traditional movie star hunk, but to see him smirk his way through M*A*S*H, The Long Goodbye, or Little Murders (an otherwise outdated film) is to love him. He was called by Time a “star for an uptight age” because he evoked both a laid back fatalist attitude and a contradictory paranoid neuroticism. In those ways, he's still a sex symbol for our confusing times. In fact, this counter culture star of the seventies is the closest thing on-screen to what I think a lot of women who I know are looking for in a man today. I'm talking about the seventies version of Gould, not that I have any problem with an aging man, I just don't know many women who could get over his stint as Monica's dad on Friends.