Beef, Three Ways

Veal, tenderloin, and prime rib.

Bonus Points...

...for anyone who can spot the cute puppy dog hiding somewhere in this photo of Guy Madison.

Surf's Up!

Hugh O'Brian

George Nader

Guy Madison

Aldo Ray

Pack your woody and let's go!

Rumor Has It...

...that Shirley Temple is somewhere in this photo. As soon as we tear our eyes off of Guy Madison and his thighs, we'll let you know, darlings.

Wayward Hayward

Ray Danton and Susan Hayward in I'll Cry Tomorrow (MGM, 1955)

"Inside reason for Susan Hayward nixing Hilda Crane as her next movie: too similar to I'll Cry Tomorrow. Jean Simmons will play the role instead..." -- Erksine Johnson's column, January 7, 1956

Guy Madison and Jean Simmons in Hilda Crane (20th Century Fox, 1956)

"The Hilda Crane currently in release is a movie nixed by Susan Hayward at Fox. The Cannes Award winner will be seen next in The Wayward Bus." -- Erksine Johnson's column, June 15, 1956

"Susan Hayward is tipping the bottle again on the silver screen...This time, it's for The Wayward Bus, to be produced by 20th Century Fox from the John Steinbeck novel." -- Bill Crawford's column, June 17, 1956

Rick Jason and Joan Collins in The Wayward Bus (20th Century Fox, 1957)

"Susan Hayward is on a sweetness-and-light-plus-fun kick as far as her next movie assignment is concerned. She's definitely said no to The Wayward Bus and The Three Faces of Eve -- both on the morbid side. A bubbly musical may draw a "yes, indeedy" from Susan..." -- Erksine Johnson's column, July 27, 1956

"It is no secret that Susan Hayward is the star who would like to 'wash that man right outta my hair'..." -- The New York Times, October 6, 1956

Mitzi Gaynor and Rossano Brazzi in South Pacific (20th Century Fox, 1958)

Susie may not have gotten to clinch with Guy, Rick, or Rossano, but Ray and John aren't such bad consolation prizes.

John Gavin and Susan Hayward in Back Street (Universal-International, 1961)

Happy Memorial Day!

Boyz II Men

Pick your pleasure: tenderloin, or dry aged prime.

That Old Black Magic

"A tough, swaggering little slut." - Louise Brooks on Shirley Temple

In all fairness, if we could bag Rory, Guy and Cary, we'd be swaggering, too;
and definitely acting like a slut.

Boys with Toys

Sir Hump-a-Lot

In honor of Hump Day, we take great pleasure in revealing the name of our latest Mystery Guest: Guy Madison.


There isn't much more to say, except that Mr. Madison was quite possible the most perfect male specimen to ever walk the earth. We mean really, truly, earth-quakingly handsome - but beyond mere jaw-dropping beauty, he had raw sex appeal, to boot. Some pretty boys are undeniably...well, pretty, but not necessarily sexy. And some sexy mugs would never be mistaken for great beauties. The former Robert Moseley, though, had it all (except, some critics sneered, talent). Even better, as he aged, the quintessential boy next door matured into your best friend's ridiculously hot dad.


For those who enjoy the masochistic game of What Might Have Been, consider this lascivious excerpt from a recent biography of notorious Hollywood agent Henry Willson, who discovered Madison, Rock Hudson, Tab Hunter, Rory Calhoun, and every second hunky male starlet on the Universal and Warners lots:

"'Rory was fucking Guy. And they always told me they didn't like to do it with men,' [Willson said.] He confronted Guy, who insisted that his dalliance was a momentary lapse, the first and only time. 'But I knew it couldn't be true,' said Henry. 'Rory was so big, and Guy was taking him with no problem.' Rory later confessed that yes, their affair had been going on for months."

We need a cold shower now. Seriously.

StewieG, that little minx, was the first to tantalize us with his knowledge of the sexy swain straddling that Schwinn; he is granted the prize of being Rory Calhoun for the day. But, wait! - brbette is a special runner up, for having not only identified Mr. Madison, but researching the bike he was straddled upon! So, brbette gets to be the seat of Guy's bike. Which, if the whispers are true, would be pretty much be the same thing.

Remember!

You lick the stamps, not the postcards.

Gorgeousness courtesy of FILM STAR POSTCARDS

I'm an Indian, Too