Tarzan and the Valley of Gold, the first of the three Tarzan movies he would make from 1966 to 1968. (For just a second, I thought, Wow!
TCM is celebrating Pride with a Mike Henry festival! Yay!) All these years later, there he was, my Proustian madeleine with a monkey, squeezed into to the tightest 1960s suit I’ve ever seen.
I didn’t need a loincloth to know it was my Mike; I’d recognize that butt and those thighs anywhere, even covered in caramel-colored worsted, as they dodged bullets, raced up steps in a bullfighting arena, and pushed a giant replica of a Coke bottle (I’m not kidding) down on the villain.