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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, Don Galloway, Don Mitchell, James Olson, others
Exec. Producer:  Cy Chermak
Producer:  Winston Miller
Director:  Don Weis
Writer:  Stephen and Elinor Karpf
60 Mins., Tues., 7:30 p.m.
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The swing to anthology drama (pseudo movies) must be prompted by the deadly inevitability of series drama.
NBC’s “Ironside” opened last week with a murder contract out on star Raymond Burr, who surely must survive 20 or so episodes—not to mention that this one will probably run three times in the year.
The same inevitability must also be partly responsible for the technique of slomo and instant replay (or foreplay), which the fiction sausage makers have borrowed from those unscripted sports shows.
Slomo instant foreplay, however, was a standout feature of this lead link in the “Ironside” chain. The hired killer—an exceptional performance by James Olson—was set to hit Police Chief Robert T. Ironside as he entered the library of the city slam (Ironside was being held in jail for security reasons before testifying against the syndicate chieftain at grand jury proceedings.) As Ironside was wheeled to the library, the killer in his mind rehearsed the hit, and his thoughts were flashed on screen in slow motion.
That hit was foiled by a punk gunnie who took it upon himself to try and knock off the chief with a sawed-off shotgun blast. Unfortunately, this deadly game of reverse cat-and-mouse was strictly downhill from then on. And the inevitable climax—the pro lawman knocks off the pro criminal—seemed to be cranked out under sheer creative exhaustion.
Of course, it is hard to really knock inevitability when folks like Matt Dillon have been living dangerously for 17 seasons—and Ironside has been careening around in a wheelchair going on five—but you have to wonder if slomo is going to sustain the weekly stuff.
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