Sometimes campy, obscure TV movies turn out to be terrifyingly prophetic.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen this Aaron Spelling production until now, but feel I’ve been trapped inside it most of my adult life. (As Joan Collins, of course.)
The gravelly-voiced, hairy-chested but ravishingly pretty cowpoke-turned-male-model star of the film Jon-Erik Hexum died in his prime the following year in a bizarre on-set accident with a prop gun loaded with a single blank round. A bored Hexum was apparently playing Russian Roulette with it between takes, not realising that blanks can be lethal at very close range. This seems symbolic somehow, but I can’t quite decode it.
The Making of a Male Model also put me in mind of this 80s male model who made a comeback a while ago.
Tip: Natty Soltesz