Culp Fiction

Today, I find it actually a compulsory obligation to give a little homage to the late Robert Culp. Lord knows, he has not exactly been the "it boy" when he was alive and active. Just imagine what Columbo would have been, if not for Culp's presences thrice. He always brought something determinant to his roles, the archetypal 'all or nothing' sort of bloke. 

And would it even be worth a look-see, Paul Mazursky's Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice (and their 14 ferrets), if not for Roberto portraying one of those suburbanite from hades/ poly-amorous new permissives? I shudder to think that anyone would recount  it for the hirsutely  pelted chest of Elliot Gould...okay, okay ( confession alert) I did actually rate Gould in Robert Altman's The Long Goodbye. A rare exception to my Chandler purism. ( but no forgiveness for Streisand - another time perhaps).

It's just that Robert Culp acted Olympian heights above most others, and seems far too forgotten, but the Filmographer remembers, the man who was not the myth.

no I'm not Dirty Harry dammit!