David McCallum was one of my favorite actors when I was young. I only saw him in two things, but I loved him in both. I’m not sure I could explain why, either. I found his blond looks exotic and attractive, but that alone wouldn’t have been enough. He was an understated actor, but I was very drawn to him.
The first role was in the TV show “The Man from U.N.C.L.E.”:
I had forgotten that Leo G. Carroll – aka “Cosmo Topper” – was in that show.
I was hardly alone in my adolescent crush on McCallum:
The Man from U.N.C.L.E., intended as a vehicle for Robert Vaughn, made McCallum into a sex symbol, his Beatle-style blond haircut providing a trendy contrast to Vaughn’s clean-cut appearance. McCallum’s role as the mysterious Russian agent Illya Kuryakin was originally conceived as a peripheral one. McCallum, however, took the opportunity to construct a complex character whose appeal rested largely in what was shadowy and enigmatic about him. Kuryakin’s popularity with the audience as well as Vaughn and McCallum’s on-screen chemistry were quickly recognized by the producers, and McCallum was elevated to co-star status.
Although the show aired at the height of the Cold War, McCallum’s Russian alter ego became a pop culture phenomenon. The actor was inundated with fan letters, and a Beatles-like frenzy followed him everywhere he went.
The second of McCallum’s early roles that I well remember was the character Ashley-Pitt in one of my all-time favorite movies, The Great Escape (1963). I saw the film in a movie theater when it first came out. I was a youngish teenager and was expecting an adventure story with a happy ending. I got something quite different and far more moving and tragic, as well as humorous at many points. Lots of male pulchritude, too.
For this post I was looking for a particular clip of McCallum – anyone who knows the movie probably recalls the scene I mean, which takes place at a train station after the escape. I couldn’t find it, so the following one will have to do. It’s brief. His role wasn’t a huge one, but he made a deep impression on me nevertheless:
Apparently, McCallum was a nice guy and a family man:
His son Peter made a statement on behalf of his family, saying, “He was the kindest, coolest, most patient and loving father. He always put family before self. …
“He was a true renaissance man — he was fascinated by science and culture and would turn those passions into knowledge. For example, he was capable of conducting a symphony orchestra and (if needed) could actually perform an autopsy, based on his decades-long studies for his role on NCIS.
“After returning from the hospital to their apartment, I asked my mother if she was OK before she went to sleep. Her answer was simply, “Yes. But I do wish we had had a chance to grow old together.” She is 79, and dad just turned 90. The honesty in that emotion shows how vibrant their beautiful relationship and daily lives were, and that somehow, even at 90, Daddy never grew old.”
He lived to be 90; not a bad run. He kept on acting, explaining that he was doing what he loved and what he was born to do. What a blessing.
