Poster of the Week

by robbiefreeling
October 3, 2008 10:45 AM
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Yep, that's Gene Hackman, Dennis Quaid, and some mustachioed guy (not John Ratzenberger, in fact) trying to put their hands up Barbra Streisand's billowing dress while she slides down a pole. Some may assume that Babs, ever the shrinking violet, designed this poster herself (she who in her three-film directing career has included not one but two shots of a camera panning slowly up her own gorgeous gams); others may believe it was designed by the same wayward souls who tried sexing Streisand up in Superman shirts and, uh, water; but most will simply be left scratching their heads about the existence of this quickly forgotten 1980 goofy-gal-and-straight-laced-guy caper, a description which might be completely inaccurate since I have never seen it. Should I do a quick imdb check? Nah. I'll just take in the pleasures of this stunning Streisand one-sheet, a category that is quickly becoming its own Poster of the Week subgenre (anyone remember Up the Sandbox? If not, I won't spoil it for you....).

Back to the issue (cough) at hand: Dennis Quaid's "aww, what the heck" goofy grin has suddenly taken on a weird malevolence as he gazes directly at what is presumably Babs' bubbe briefs. My favorite touch, though (and it's a bad touch): Gene's fingers, which are way too close for comfort. Meanwhile, Fireman Ted just doesn't want to be there. But sweet Babs is always game, even when her supposedly seductive, come-hither glance is reminiscent of a certain other sexy celeb.


  • The Rifleman | October 6, 2008 9:22 AMReply

    Robbie, you've outdone yourself. Your best PoW yet. With this role, Hackman cemented his place as the used car salesman of great American actors. And Quaid's lascivious look is made all the more troubling by his position behind The Hack…can you say “sloppy seconds?”

  • Crazed Curator | October 3, 2008 11:42 AMReply

    Hackman roomed with Hoffman and Bobby Duval in Gotham many moons ago. Think they drank a lot? Probably not. Movie stars, for all their decadent posturing, usually drink nothing but water. They smile compulsively. They disgust me. I'd switch places with any of them. Even Rob Lowe.