I swear, every time I watch Bonanza, "The Decision" that deep v gets deeper. It's currently down to one, maybe two buttons. They're hanging on for dear life. His belt is popping open. How did this go from a Hays Code-era morality play to the cover of a swashbuckling bodice-ripper since I last saw it?
He also appears to be getting sweatier with each viewing, making it harder and harder to believe that anyone would actually want to hang this glycerin-misted masterpiece. ✨🙌✨















