This show was inadvertantly hiliarious. Mike Connors really had down that greasy-haired, bad-clothes look typical of middle-aged tough-guy wannabes of that era. His Afro Sista assistant was pretty hot, but she did little more than serve as token windowdressing, which was commonplace in the more liberal and guilt-ridden social consciousness back when ("Julia, " "
Room 222" and others employed the same tepid attempts at "inclusion").
The characters drove around, usually aimlessly, in gas-guzzling Chrysler dinosaurs, which was to be expected, given that petrol went for about . 27/gallon in the early Super70s. The plots were so mundane and predictable they were truly amusing: you could figure out the denouement of the story after watching the first five minutes of the episode. I'll say one thing for this show, however: it was one of the most violent programs ever aired by a network in prime time, which added greatly to its appeal.
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