Plot; Frank spots a girl thought to have been missing for several years. Confronting her, he inadvertently gets pulled into her power play between a record manufacturer, a shady DJ and a record company.
My first foray into the exciting, fast-paced world of the Boys Hardy (sarcasm *off*) was a pleasantly forgettable diversion. With several other options at the moment, including my in-progress 'Battlestar Galactica' (1978) watch-thru, I hadn't planned on re-visiting the feathered-haired duo again anytime soon. But, I was sick yesterday, and my brain didn't feel like working. Enter: The Hardy brothers.
This episode tried to balance the mystery of the week with some rather blatant cross-promotion for then singing sensation Sean Cassidy (AKA Joe Hardy). Setting the story around the record industry certainly helped it flow more organically than it otherwise would, but Cassidy performed no fewer than FOUR songs. One of them TWICE. We get it. He sings (or sang), too. Multi-talented lad! The songs themselves were total fluff, with Da Doo Ron Ron a cover of a 50's hit by the girl group the Crystals and the rest sounding about as cutting edge as a vanilla wafer.
The actual mystery is frustrating because it's not of the variety where we put the pieces together along with our junior detectives, but instead see them gather clues of a sort, get close to the baddies, and then get the full Scooby Doo style confession. Ruh-roh. But all of that said, it was a breezy episode. Parker Stevenson and the aforementioned Cassidy make for a well scrubbed, squeaky clean duo. I've coined the term "cheerful heroics" for how the movie, TV and cartoon heroes of my youth often went about saving the day (specifically the soldiers of 'G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero') with a relentless enthusiasm. The Hardy's certainly fit that same mold. I don't quite get what their deal is just yet. Both are grown. I don't know if they're high school or college students, but they're not licensed detectives. They simply keep falling into mysteries and solving them while their Dad, an actual detective, mostly finds himself as useful as a sixth toe.
This show is 70s escapist TV in every way imaginable. Because of that, your mileage will most certainly vary. But if you're of a certain age and mindset, as I am and was yesterday, it's a pleasantly undemanding way to spend an hour.
My first foray into the exciting, fast-paced world of the Boys Hardy (sarcasm *off*) was a pleasantly forgettable diversion. With several other options at the moment, including my in-progress 'Battlestar Galactica' (1978) watch-thru, I hadn't planned on re-visiting the feathered-haired duo again anytime soon. But, I was sick yesterday, and my brain didn't feel like working. Enter: The Hardy brothers.
This episode tried to balance the mystery of the week with some rather blatant cross-promotion for then singing sensation Sean Cassidy (AKA Joe Hardy). Setting the story around the record industry certainly helped it flow more organically than it otherwise would, but Cassidy performed no fewer than FOUR songs. One of them TWICE. We get it. He sings (or sang), too. Multi-talented lad! The songs themselves were total fluff, with Da Doo Ron Ron a cover of a 50's hit by the girl group the Crystals and the rest sounding about as cutting edge as a vanilla wafer.
The actual mystery is frustrating because it's not of the variety where we put the pieces together along with our junior detectives, but instead see them gather clues of a sort, get close to the baddies, and then get the full Scooby Doo style confession. Ruh-roh. But all of that said, it was a breezy episode. Parker Stevenson and the aforementioned Cassidy make for a well scrubbed, squeaky clean duo. I've coined the term "cheerful heroics" for how the movie, TV and cartoon heroes of my youth often went about saving the day (specifically the soldiers of 'G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero') with a relentless enthusiasm. The Hardy's certainly fit that same mold. I don't quite get what their deal is just yet. Both are grown. I don't know if they're high school or college students, but they're not licensed detectives. They simply keep falling into mysteries and solving them while their Dad, an actual detective, mostly finds himself as useful as a sixth toe.
This show is 70s escapist TV in every way imaginable. Because of that, your mileage will most certainly vary. But if you're of a certain age and mindset, as I am and was yesterday, it's a pleasantly undemanding way to spend an hour.
