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From that era when TV producers labored in vain to make shows all hip and with it. Back story: After detective Robert Ironside (Raymond Burr) is paralyzed by a sniper bullet, he becomes a wheelchair-bound “consultant” for the San Francisco P.D.. Today he wouldn’t be called handicapped; he would head up the Differently Abled division. Anyway, dig the happening club in this episode where the groovy people make like beatniks. Dig also the jump edits, the wild angles, the Technicolor. Every element is as vulgar and off point as that notorious LSD lecture episode from “Dragnet.” Wait, that’s Tiny Tim descending the stairs. He’ll do a number after the lady with the cymbals concludes her Edith Sitwell impersonation. Ironside is appropriately baffled, making WTF? grimaces and rendering any effort to make the show hip a complete failure. But it was cool in its own desperate way, thanks to non sequitur guest stars each week (horror babe Ingrid Pitt! pop idol David Cassidy!) and Quincy Jones’ wigged out synthesizer score, composed for the show’s wild intro.
