How cool was
Gene Barry? So cool that, when I was a mere broth of a lad growing up in New Orleans, I faithfully watched every episode of
Bat Masterson -- and scraped enough money together to purchase by mail from the TV show's sponsor,
Sealtest Milk, my very own Bat Masterson cane. (Which, alas, I broke within days after its arrival.) As I grew older, I watched Barry in
Burke's Law with the same fidelity, and marveled at the unabashed lust he inspired in my usually prim and proper Aunt Madge, who -- always a tad too fond of
Tom Moore bourbon -- once blurted out after a few stiff belts: "He could kick his shoes under my bed
anytime!")
Barry was an affable and ingratiating journeyman actor who brought an air of authoritative integrity to his recurring role as a magazine editor in the way-cool late '60s/early '70s TV series
The Name of the Game -- in one especially memorable episode, a sci-fi fantasy, he was directed by a young
Steven Spielberg -- and, as
Washington Post blogger Adam Bernstein reminds us, he was not afraid to ruffle the feathers of his more conservative fans when took one of the lead roles in the original 1980s Broadway production of the musical
La Cage aux Folles.
"I'm not playing a homosexual," Mr. Barry told the New York Times. "I'm playing a person who cares deeply about another person. The role is loving another person onstage. It doesn't matter whether it's a man, a woman or a giraffe. It has nothing to do with sexuality, as far as I'm concerned. I play the dignity of the man, his concern for his lover and his concern and love for his son."
Chief among Barry's movie credits: Two films by cult-fave auteur
Samuel Fuller (
Forty Guns,
China Gate),
The Houston Story (directed by -- no kidding! --
William Castle),
Thunder Road and -- of course -- the original 1953 version of
The War of the Worlds. Barry was so closely associated with the latter that Steven Spielberg -- years after their first collaboration on
Name of the Game -- respectfully hired him for a cameo part in Spielberg's own 2005 version of the H.G. Wells novel. It was, quite simply, a classy tribute to a classy actor.
According to Richard Corliss of Time Magazine, the best film performance of 2009 was given by the Sweetheart of Hollywood Elsewhere.
How cool was Gene Barry? So cool that, when I was a mere broth of a lad growing up in New Orleans, I faithfully watched every episode of Bat Masterson -- and scraped enough money together to purchase by mail from the TV show's sponsor, Sealtest Milk, my very own Bat Masterson cane. (Which, alas, I broke within days after its arrival.) As I grew older, I watched Barry in Burke's Law with the same fidelity, and marveled at the unabashed lust he inspired in my usually prim and proper Aunt Madge, who -- always a tad too fond of Tom Moore bourbon -- once blurted out after a few stiff belts: "He could kick his shoes under my bed anytime!") 
Hey, if it's good enough for The Huffington Post, it's good enough for me.
To mark the 50th anniversary of Francois Truffaut's The 400 Blows -- and the 25th anniversary of the great director's death -- the editors of MovieMaker Magazine asked me to write a tribute to The Man Who Loved Movies. But here's the catch: You can't read it on the Internet. You'll actually have to buy a copy of the magazine -- what a concept! -- and read it the old-fashioned way.
I think "politely respectful" might be the best way to describe the first reviews of Clint Eastwood's Invictus, a movie that, for the past several months, has been hyped by many pundits and prognosticators as sure-fire Oscar-bait. Were those predictions -- many of them issued even before Eastwood actually began filming on location in South Africa -- premature? Well, tell me what you think after reading this, this and this.
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