There’s cute actors who are nice to look at, and talented handsome men who are pleasant to pass some cinematic time with. And then there are the very few Perfect Imaginary Boyfriends. The ones who hold the places of honor in the pantheon of personal fantasy.
For me, Richard Dean Anderson is pretty close to the top of my list. Sorry if that’s TMI.
It started with MacGyver, of course. Mac was like the Doctor, except he was human: brilliant, rational, masculine but not macho, with an aversion to violence and a preference for solving problems with his brain. He even liked dogs:
But it was with Colonel Jack O’Neill on Stargate SG-1 that Anderson cemented my love.
SG-1 had its problems, but there were a lot of reasons why it was, I think, the best SF TV series of the late 90s/early 2000s (I could write a book, and maybe I will). In extreme brief, the show’s humanism spoke to me, and I (rightly or wrongly) attribute some of that to Anderson, who was also a producer of the show.
Plus, he does Silver Fox very well:
Who could not be madly in love with this man?