What? “Bo Derek should be a Babe of Yore by now,” you say. “After I saw her in Tommy Boy, I went out and rented some of her earlier work and was blown away - how could she not be a Babe of Yore yet?”, you ask. Well, after reviewing the many, many emails, we went into the files, watched the films (often, one-handed, with frequent pausing and reversing), tallied the votes and said, “Why yes, she should be!”
Long Beach’s very own All-American, this statuesque, voluptuous, vision of hotness won our hearts in Blake Edward’s, 10 then nearly made them (among other things - woooooooo, get it?) explode in Bolero, then amazed us with her self-referential turn in Tommy Boy. Bo Derek is an icon of film and the glossy pages of the classier men’s magazines.
Bo, you are a powerful legend in the flesh and in my dreams when you come to visit me. It all seems so perfect until I walk past a mirror and realize that I have been transformed into a horse by my archnemesis, “Old Scratch.” Oh Scratch, one day, the tables shall be turned and I will have my revenge.
too bad she’s a crazy, right wing republican.