This is my contribution to the Reel Infatuation Blogathon hosted by Font and Frock and Silver Screenings. Click HERE for more revelations of the heart.
|Gaga for this spy|
When it came to the Beatles, I was a John girl, never a Paul girl. What can I say - I liked the bad boys.
So, when it came to The Man From U.N.C.L.E., must watch TV on Tuesday (or Monday)nights, I was firmly on Team Solo, never Team Kuryakin.
|Team Solo or Team Kuryakin. Both played for team U.N.C.L.E.|
(United Network Command for Law Enforcement)
Ah, Napoleon Solo. So suave, so charming, so hot in a tux. While Ilya preferred the 60s style turtleneck, Napoleon went formal. He was a ladies man, a sophisticated rogue. He drove fancy cars and got the job done. Ilya was cool, Russian and a bit too sober for my tastes. The girls loved him (he was known as "the blonde Beatle"), but Mr. Solo got me off looking at pictures of horses and propelled me into my first bona fide crush on an unobtainable star.
Once a week for 105 episodes from 1964 - 1968 season, I grooved to the man. And, as if that was not enough (it wasn't) I made sure I scooped up as many movie/TV star magazines as possible. Robert Vaughn WAS Napoleon Solo. No separation there in my mind.
I wrote fan letters (never mailed). I remained true. And then I saw this:
Okay, so I have a type. What can I say? Napoleon faded, but never really disappeared. I still think he's pretty neat and I'm still on team Solo. Napoleon, not Hans, that is.