Just spent a few bucks buying some copies of some of the wonderful (in a good way and in a “so bad it’s good” way) SF/Supernatural/Horror made for television films of the 70s – the Golden Age of the Movie Of the Week, I believe.
Now some from those days are legendary – The Night Stalker and sequel; anything written by Richard Matheson, but most were just made to give ex-stars of 1960s series a job, or to give Gene Roddenberry another chance to get a series on the air. As a kid and a young teen I loved them all, and a couple even scared the bejeezus out of me.
Most of these quickies were sure to star those stalwarts of the format – William Shatner, Leonard Nimoy, Richard Basehart, Peter Graves, Barbara Eden, Lindsay Wagner, and any cast member of “The Big Valley” who was not Lee Majors.
Remember Nimoy as a cool guy race car driver who is Baffled! by his visions of future happening in an old English manor?
Rember the ghosts of a doomed WWII B-17 who came back to haunt the Sole Survivor whom they believe was a traitor?
George Hamilton’s tan says it all – The Dead Don’t Die.
Two aliens battle in disguise as humans (well, Lloyd Bridges and Angie Dickinson) in The Love War. You’ll just never guess what these two enemies do when they inhabit the lusty healthy bodies of two actors desperate for work.
And what was that one where Lindsay Wagner finds an old picture of someone who looks just like her, then time travels or some nonsense?
Big cars, big bell-bottoms, turtlenecks and plaid jackets, sideburns, hair parted deep to the side, or straight down the middle, usually written by someone named Guerdon Trueblood, and directed by one the thousand McEveety brothers, Bernard Kowalski or or someone named Cy, Sy, or Alf.
Remember those?
Sir Rhosis