You covered both exploitation and mainstream runs with enviable consistency.
The titles are memorable ones, too: Tentacles; Mutant; From Dusk Till Dawn 2; Phantoms; The Bridge at Remagen; White Lightning; A Small Town in Texas; The Wild Bunch; Monte Walsh; Wyatt Earp: Return to Tombstone; The Man Who Loved Cat Dancing; The Ballad of Little Joe; Posse; Macho Callahan; The Kansas City Massacre; The Getaway '72; The Day of the Locust; Dawn: Portrait of a Teenage Runaway; Invasion of Johnson County; Midnight Express; American Graffiti; More American Graffiti; Woman on the Run; The Killer Elite '75; and with that fine gent who so resembled, Jerry Reed, What Comes Around.
Your television expanse was as impressive: Hawaii Five-O; The Mod Squad; The Rookies; Charlie's Angels; The Scarecrow and Mrs. King; Bonanza; Gunsmoke; The Virginian; The Rat Patrol; The Fall Guy; Murder, She Wrote; The A-Team; Fantasy Island; The Andy Griffith Show; The Rockford Files (where you even earned a recurring role); plus heck of a lot more.
You had an everyman charm, even while you roamed with the cream of the crop. That made you identifiable and respected, Mr. Hopkins, with a personality that will stay eternal within the hearts of all cinema buffs.
