Sometimes you want to shout at actors: stop pretending, be yourself! Not this time.
The somewhat far-fetched tale of an entomologist translating bee-talk is dominated by the dazzling, tongue in cheek - or should I say wing in mouth - performance of Joanna Frank. It's said she was left to her own devices to interpret the role, she does so with sensuality, effortless intrigue - and the occasional waspish aside to Marsha Hunt, the Professors' wife, sadly apparently childless, having lost her female offspring, who would now have been Regina's age. Phil Abbott plays it straight as the Prof, fending off the Queen Bee's advances, rather better and more decisively than many other men would, or could.
It's a Darwin-esk episode about mating and survival, but the dialogue also includes metaphorical allusions to other issues - such as the role of emotion and feelings, in science.
Ultimately, the slightly suspect special effects made no difference to the excellent calibre of this intense, meaningful drama, within which, a strange scientific phenomenon arose, whereby Ms Frank was able to sizzle as well as buzz.