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What’s New?Vintage Press InformationAn ’Ironside’ Title and Airdate ListingOriginal NBC Stills ArchiveVintage Magazine Features’Ironside’ CollectablesEditorials and Analytical FeaturesLinks
What’s New?Vintage Press InformationAn ’Ironside’ Title and Airdate ListingOriginal NBC Stills ArchiveVintage Magazine FeaturesIronside’ CollectablesEditorials and Analytical FeaturesLinks
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With Raymond Burr, Joseph Campanella, Beah Richards, Barbara Anderson, Don Mitchell, Don Galloway, others
Exec. Producer:  Cy Chermak
Producers:  Doug Benton, Winston Miller, Joel Rogosin
Director:  Don Weis
Writers:  Frank Telford, Robert Ward, Albert Aley
60 Mins., Thurs., 8:30 p.m.
NBC-TV (film)
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The premiere episode of “Ironside“ was a fast-moving detective hour that maintained interest with the help of lush resort hotel settings and half a dozen or so clever con gimmicks. But only one clout on one skull throughout. And no one was shot. It was an interesting diversion for anyone with an open mind, untroubled by the improbabilities of finding such debonair and dashing bon vivants or such poised and delicious looking blondes on anybody’s police force, or the idea of the chief (Ironside) flying along on the chase, even though stuck in a wheelchair.
To the writer’s credit, most of the bad guys’ swindle-tricks and strategies were both new and complex enough to rate high marks for ingenuity and therefore interest, but at the same time not so complex that a viewer had to strain his brain to follow. And guest star Joseph Campanella made a very smooth and convincing bad guy.
The script could have been improved, however, with a little less repetition of a formula gimmick designed, presumably, to underline the profundity of Raymond Burr’s clipped expressions of dogged determination and lust for action. Example: He’s going to track down Campanella, no matter what. So he growls “Call my travel agent.”
At which point, instead of simply sequeing to the car on the road to the airport, the camera cuts to Faithful Secretary who echoes “Travel agent?” with a look of amazement-admiration directed to Right Hand Man. Cut to Right Hand Man who replies with his own glance of amazement/admiration plus contagious equal determination. Once an hour for this sort of thing is enough. By the third attempt it’s turned from a video exclamation mark to a trademark of forced overdramatization—the kind you know will wind up incorporated into some comedian’s spoof of a tv detective story. Come to think of it, hasn’t Peter Sellers already done it?
In any event, the cast, by and large, did a credible enough job to submerge most of the incredibilities most of the time.
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