A Kind of Wild Justice

The longest episode so far, clocking in at about three hours, or at least that's how it feels. This one just seems to drag on and on, with stilted dialogue, an ambling plot and nothing really memorable enough to warrant reviewing. Sure, there's a plot twist towards the end, but by this point you don't really care.

Vaughn smirks throughout, Porter attempts to add a little 70's glamour, while Anholt merely makes up the numbers. None of the actors come out of this looking anything other than adequate, rather than proficient or likeable.

I always look forward to the relaxed final scene of The Protectors, it's an opportunity for Porter to show some cleavage and for the writers to add a little humour to the otherwise dry programme. Here Nyree succeeds in her task, but the writers unfailingly miss their mark by a country mile. Poor unflappable Harry Rule has to suddenly slip off his dour demeanour and form his expression into something more befitting of an actual likeable human being. This seems to be beyond Vaughn's abilities, but that may be purely down to the fact that the script's humour is so embarrassingly unfunny. You can't even laugh at the clumsiness of it all, you are just left openmouthed as the ever reliable Tony bursts into song.