Category: The Unsung

Before the Deer Hunter Oscar, there was Duane. Predating Fatboy Slim, the Tarantino flirtation, and More Cowbell – long before his signature style gave birth to an icon.

Here we are again, all aboard the Robert Ryan Express: a one-way ticket to lands now long extinct, much to the displeasure of anyone inclined to take without asking

For the man who would eventually create two of the most iconic characters in screen history (three, if one is inclined to include Cobra, which I am), it was a most inauspicious beginning. Subway Thug #1.

When we first encounter Chubby, he’s being shoved to the floor. He’ll spend half the game on the ground, of course, but he never fails to get up.

Call me a romantic, but I’ve always retained a soft spot for parents who hate their children. Especially mothers who hate their sons

Doctor Ross – Doug Ross, in a more relaxed setting – is an eminent man. His office, standing room only. His reputation, so beyond impeccable, he’s flirting with legendary

There was a time – we’ll estimate about a half century ago – when a shirtless Charles Bronson was enough. Enough for what depends on the audience, so we’ll rest on the happy medium between anything and everything.

For a generation of Americans, Alan Alda was pretty much the standard bearer for the New Man. The sensitive soul, clad in a respectable sweater, offering not the usual toxicity and power plays, but understanding, warmth, and a gentle smile.