Robert Conrad's best depiction of a secret agent was in Wild Wild West, when he was leaner, but not meaner. Playing a modern-day James Bond in this series, Conrad seems miscast. He has none of the charm or the body to make the acrobatics here look credible. Would you believe (Sorry about that, Max!) Conrad fighting karate-crazy girls and ninjas, flying through the air with pulley-aided strong cords, out-of-this-world weaponry, rather than usual fare of fisticuffs against scruffy ruffians (as it was on West)? Sure there were gadgets and explosions in West, but at least they made some sort of sense. He wasn't hip enough to pull this off but to its credit, the show is campy.
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