There have been a few Hollywood-star-comes-to-Britain crime series, if that counts as a genre. Walter Pigeon's Bulldog Drummond' being an early and excellent example. Man in a suitcase' The Persuaders' & Dempster and Makepeace' were others of more variable quality. This is the most forgettable of the lot. Inevitably the star soaks up the budget, and everything else looks shabby because of it. At the time us hormone fuelled teenagers were more interested in Nyree Dawn Porter and overlooked the tatty and wobbly interiors, inferior locations and duff direction and editing. These days however it looks dated and weak and even Robert Vaughan cannot lift it. I always let the opening titles run before switching over however, to see that yellow car (an Opal?) rolling lazily over and over almost in time to the theme music.
Review of The Protectors
