Spud Dud

I used to watch The Fugitive series, and the last episode had such an anti-climatic thud that it makes Hugh Laurie's diminished season cliff hangers look positively grandiose, and this despite David Lynch's imitative tribute via Bob; any derivative articles I do as a result of this on going and twisted disability thesis might involve investigation into keynote one time wonders like David Janssen.

What did actors like these do with themselves after having one series like this, which, after all, was a bit blase? For some reason, I liked him in his methodical, almost leisurely pursuit of the one-armed man, yet another amputee villain for our cap trophies. Perhaps it was his reserve, suggestive of more beneath the surface.