If you think I am going to talk about the stories, the direction, the photography or even the acting, you, my friend, are mistaken. Robert Conrad, who looked like a guy who did 100 pushups every few hours just to break the monotony, did all his own stunts. And that was the show. You tuned in, got cozy with the notion of a bunch of special agents who had their own train (no planes in that era) and reported to the president directly, but really it was all about waiting for the fight scenes. (And the gadgets were something Q's great-grandfather might have thought up.) It was fun and it was reliable. Factoid -- Ross Martin was pushing 50 when this show was done. Not sure whose idea it was to cast Martin as second banana in a role requiring action and stunts, but this put even more pressure on Conrad to deliver the goods each week. And he did.
Review of The Wild Wild West
