Recently I've watched a couple Stacy Keach films of old that ranged from the downright unwatchable (Butterfly, which features a train wreck Penthousey, Razzie winning performance by Pia Zadora) and the almost good (Roadgames featuring a charming young Jamie Lee Curtis as a hitchhiker – it really had some suspenseful scenes, but faded into muck by the end).
Both taught me one thing: Stacy Keach was a babe. A burly, bear-like babe with a mischievous twinkle in his eye and the kind of male superstar charisma of hunks from decades past that emanates masculinity with a gentle touch. This is a man that can take care of you.
I have to admit I've never seen the character portrayal that made him so famous as the title character in Mickey Spillanes's Mike Hammer. And I can't condone his whole smuggling cocaine into Britain thing, but the man just suffered a stroke (from which he is suspected to recover from completely) so I won't hold his sordid doings against him too much.
But what do you think?