I asked my Starsky & Hutch correspondent about Starsky's motel-room pose (here, lying on the floor between two beds, feet up on opposite sides), since there had been inquiries.
My correspondent responded:
I (Fresca) am most struck by Hutch [the blond one] wearing a shiny silver jacket over a pink turtleneck.
The only mass media entertainment I am a true fan of is Star Trek: The Original Series.
I can't watch the TV show Starsky & Hutch––it reminds me of what I hated when I was a teenager in the 1970s––but I do enjoy how sexy S&H, the characters, are together.
I marvel that the show got away with being so [unintentionally?] gay––at the time, a TV exec disapprovingly called them "two French-kissing prime-time homos".
A second query––Is Hutch supposed to be a dolt?––I can answer myself, even though I've barely watched the show, because it is a point of fannish pride on my part that I was able to identify one of the books lying around Hutch's apartment (it's clearer onscreen than in this screenshot): a 50¢ Crest Giant edition of Lolita.
A dolt might pick up Lolita for salacious reasons (and be disappointed), and a viewer might personally consider Hutch a dolt, but in-universe Hutch isn't supposed to be a dolt, no.
The print on the wall is reprint of a late-1800s ad for Clement Cycles of Paris, from a 1973 Collection of Old Bike Posters.
I like puzzling out the 1970s sets--I remember when reproductions of vintage posters were the rage. (My mother framed full-length theater posters by Alphonse Mucha --anyone remember those?)
I never once watched an episode of S&H when it was on (1975–1979). The reason I know anything about it at all is because Mz was into S&H when I was researching my fandom book for teens, and my good friend Mortmere continues to be a deep fan--I enjoy sharing their enthusiasm.
My correspondent responded:
"Ha, there really is no explanation for... well, for Starsky. He's just being Starsky. He often takes a novel approach to furniture, be it comfortable or not:
"^ Now THAT looks uncomfortable!
Whereas the motel room pose - I tried it, and it's actually really relaxing for the lower body, and a bad back would be a good reason for resting like that. (In the show, Hutch is the one with the bad back, or at least Starsky's back problems never get mentioned.)"Should I sign this:The Specialist"
I (Fresca) am most struck by Hutch [the blond one] wearing a shiny silver jacket over a pink turtleneck.
The only mass media entertainment I am a true fan of is Star Trek: The Original Series.
I can't watch the TV show Starsky & Hutch––it reminds me of what I hated when I was a teenager in the 1970s––but I do enjoy how sexy S&H, the characters, are together.
I marvel that the show got away with being so [unintentionally?] gay––at the time, a TV exec disapprovingly called them "two French-kissing prime-time homos".
A second query––Is Hutch supposed to be a dolt?––I can answer myself, even though I've barely watched the show, because it is a point of fannish pride on my part that I was able to identify one of the books lying around Hutch's apartment (it's clearer onscreen than in this screenshot): a 50¢ Crest Giant edition of Lolita.
The print on the wall is reprint of a late-1800s ad for Clement Cycles of Paris, from a 1973 Collection of Old Bike Posters.
I like puzzling out the 1970s sets--I remember when reproductions of vintage posters were the rage. (My mother framed full-length theater posters by Alphonse Mucha --anyone remember those?)
