One good thing about bad '70s flicks was being able to count on there being a Known Personality on hand, so's they could sell the product. And it seemed like the more KPs they had, the worse the product, and therefore the more fun the movie.
Take the 1974 TV movie "Pray for the Wildcats." (I refuse to ask nicely.)
This clip shows three men road tripping in Baja. On the left, Mr. Mike Brady himself, Robert Reed. In the middle, tapping a mean table, is former child preacher and now totally intelligible Marjoe Gortner. And on the right, playing a drunken letch to near perfection, is Andy Griffith. It's a dark and dismal valley between Mayberry and Matlock.
The lady dances, the three ogle, the cheese keeps on stacking up. And then, in walks the one, the only...
No, I want it to be a surprise. But I will say this: as the years went by, the toupee would get less obvious. And I can't help but wonder if he stole that shirt from the wardrobe department at an earlier acting job of his.
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Andy, Robert & MArjoe also pilfered that wardrobe department.
You know, even before I saw it was Shatner, I wondered why everyone was wearing Star Trek shirts...
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