Sunday afternoon is not known for being much chop in the TV department (unless you have Foxtel, which I refuse to have on account of I'd never get off the sofa and I'd end up one of those horribly obese people who have to be lifted out of the house via a crane), so I was prepared for football, Sunday Arts or that dreadful holiday show with Frankie J Holden and his missus where they take free trips to caravan parks and bark on about how wonderful it is.
However, it was not to be.
Imagine my delight when this lovely fella popped up on Channel Ten:
This truly was one of the great series of the 80s. The man made science and math seem like useful skills to have. Not that I bothered learning either skill, being more artistically inclined, but then I never wanted to be MacGyver. Unlike some people I know...
No, I just admired the man for his talents. And good looks.
Oh come on, admit it. EVERYONE had a little bit of a crush on MacGyver. Even boys. What that man could do with a swiss army knife, a roll of gaffa and some chewing gum was amazing. And he was hot.
HOT.
The teenage m_m would have gladly grown up to be Mrs MacGyver.
Stop laughing. There are worse things to have wanted to be. Like Mrs T.
So anyway, I find out there's been talk of a movie being made. Hurrah, I think! A whole 100+ minutes of MacGyver action and excitement and hotness.
Bring it on.
Until... I stumbled across a snap of how Richard Dean Anderson has aged.
MacGyver hot? MacGyver not.
Oh dear.
How are they going to work that into the script?
Time really is a cruel mistress sometimes.
But snaps to Channel Ten for programming this gem in an otherwise dull timeslot. May I tune in again next week?
2 comments:
MACGUYVER!
He's let himself go since the end of Stargate.
Also Mrs Macguyver is way cooler than Coco T
That was my Adam Ant experience. Then and Now.
Oh how sad it is.
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