Dandruff!
I really enjoyed this episode. But then I enjoyed "Huggy Bear and the Turkey," too, so maybe I just like them being silly.
AND GAY. Though by now that almost goes without saying.
Never one to leave a point unbelabored, however, I felt the need to picspam.
Hutch goes undercover as Marlene, the most lisping, effete-mannered, gay hairdresser ever.
Starsky goes undercover as Tyrone, also a hairdresser.
He has a ladder and a truly atrocious "French" accent.
I LOVE the ladder. It totally makes Tyrone's character.
Marlene and Tyrone work closely together.
They also engage in foreplay with like 4 different girls each in one episode. That's got to be some kind of record. Especially for Marlene who is obviously gay.
My favorite was the twins. Because really. Twins.
If they have a foursome with twins they might as well be having sex with each other.
And omg the salon employee in the background!
Here is Tyrone about to go down on this woman. I mean--give her a pedicure.
I never realized that "hotel beauty salon employee" meant "male prostitute," but that's certainly how the women making these "private appointments" are treating them.
And this is the third time this has happened now--Hutch goes undercover as a wimpy, weak-seeming man, Hutch gets raped by a woman, has to fuck for justice, etc.
It's kind of skeezy, yeah, but I sorta enjoy how outrageous and wrong it is, and how Hutch still manages to be hot while playing the slutty Catholic schoolgirl who says no but kind of means yes. It's unclear whether he does fall sway to their charms or whether he just lets them fuck him to Protect His Cover. Hm, I wonder who was the force behind this repeated motif. It would be even more skeezy if it were David Soul.
"You don't object to aggressive women, do you?" asks Vivian as she undresses him.
"Oh no, of course not," Marlene lisps with a nervous giggle, "as long as they're gentle!"
A man appears from the next room. Vivian seems unconcerned.
"Who's the fussy guy?"
"I'm Mr. Marlene, from the beauty salon downstairs." Then he goes into camp overdrive, maybe trying to look harmless in case the guy is the jealous type.
"Uh, treatment, split ends, I have to condition and set it..."
The guy walks away laughing hysterically at his wife/girlfriend? having sex with a gay hairdresser.
"Who's my baby boy?"
Aaaand let the raping begin!
It's hard to hear through all the nervous giggles, but it sounds like he's saying, "Vivian! No, no... I'm...I know I'll get very upset!"
***
And Starsky's "accent" isn't fooling anyone.
STARSKY: (outrageous Tyrone accent) Just een case! What eef we get one of our OWN GAYS--
SECURITY CHIEF: Gays?
HUTCH: Guys.
STARSKY: A GAY to impersonate a GUY who BUYS.
(Of course the gay they get is Huggy.)
I love how Hutch/DS is trying to keep from laughing when Starsky says all this.
***
Also the cigars. Kind of mild innuendo, but I thought it was cute.
DOBEY: Scotland Yard says these are the only cigars the Baron smokes. I want you to get to know them, smoke them, eat them, chew them, stick them in your pocket, I don't care what you do with them.
And... are they wearing anything under those blankets?
AND GAY. Though by now that almost goes without saying.
Never one to leave a point unbelabored, however, I felt the need to picspam.
Hutch goes undercover as Marlene, the most lisping, effete-mannered, gay hairdresser ever.
Starsky goes undercover as Tyrone, also a hairdresser.
He has a ladder and a truly atrocious "French" accent.
I LOVE the ladder. It totally makes Tyrone's character.
Marlene and Tyrone work closely together.
They also engage in foreplay with like 4 different girls each in one episode. That's got to be some kind of record. Especially for Marlene who is obviously gay.
My favorite was the twins. Because really. Twins.
If they have a foursome with twins they might as well be having sex with each other.
And omg the salon employee in the background!
Here is Tyrone about to go down on this woman. I mean--give her a pedicure.
I never realized that "hotel beauty salon employee" meant "male prostitute," but that's certainly how the women making these "private appointments" are treating them.
And this is the third time this has happened now--Hutch goes undercover as a wimpy, weak-seeming man, Hutch gets raped by a woman, has to fuck for justice, etc.
It's kind of skeezy, yeah, but I sorta enjoy how outrageous and wrong it is, and how Hutch still manages to be hot while playing the slutty Catholic schoolgirl who says no but kind of means yes. It's unclear whether he does fall sway to their charms or whether he just lets them fuck him to Protect His Cover. Hm, I wonder who was the force behind this repeated motif. It would be even more skeezy if it were David Soul.
"You don't object to aggressive women, do you?" asks Vivian as she undresses him.
"Oh no, of course not," Marlene lisps with a nervous giggle, "as long as they're gentle!"
A man appears from the next room. Vivian seems unconcerned.
"Who's the fussy guy?"
"I'm Mr. Marlene, from the beauty salon downstairs." Then he goes into camp overdrive, maybe trying to look harmless in case the guy is the jealous type.
"Uh, treatment, split ends, I have to condition and set it..."
The guy walks away laughing hysterically at his wife/girlfriend? having sex with a gay hairdresser.
"Who's my baby boy?"
Aaaand let the raping begin!
It's hard to hear through all the nervous giggles, but it sounds like he's saying, "Vivian! No, no... I'm...I know I'll get very upset!"
***
And Starsky's "accent" isn't fooling anyone.
STARSKY: (outrageous Tyrone accent) Just een case! What eef we get one of our OWN GAYS--
SECURITY CHIEF: Gays?
HUTCH: Guys.
STARSKY: A GAY to impersonate a GUY who BUYS.
(Of course the gay they get is Huggy.)
I love how Hutch/DS is trying to keep from laughing when Starsky says all this.
***
Also the cigars. Kind of mild innuendo, but I thought it was cute.
DOBEY: Scotland Yard says these are the only cigars the Baron smokes. I want you to get to know them, smoke them, eat them, chew them, stick them in your pocket, I don't care what you do with them.
And... are they wearing anything under those blankets?