The Island

Some have complained that this episode seems out of place in this series. Perhaps it does, but if you realize that the script was written by Brian Clemens, the mastermind of the later Avengers seasons, it all makes sense. In place of Drake and his female companion, just think of John Steed and Mrs. Peel. The other characters are typical of the quirky British types that Clemens liked to include in his scripts. It's all just harmless fun. There are some clever plot devices as Drake and the bad guys try to outwit each other and find their way off of the desert island, where a hermit stands guard over them.

An average episode if you don't mind fake outdoor sets. The idea of a pair of unlikely assassins against Drake and lady is interesting, but the makeup-job on the Old Man is a little silly. One thing's for sure, there are some amazing blue eyes to be seen in this one... if only it were in color!

An insultingly poor episode of "Danger Man" had me awestruck - how bad can you get?

Drake is a buffoon in this one, all brawn and no brains. The miserable story (co-written by Brian Clemens, who should have been ashamed) has him escorting two dangerous assassins to America by chartered plane. It's all downhill from there, one stupid twist and turn after another.

The airline owner's daughter Ann Firbank can't get a booking, so she tags along with Drake on the charter, changing places with a real stewardess, after all, who could turn down the boss's daughter. Her ineptitude helps the handcuffed baddies escape, they shoot the pilot after getting Drake's assistant's gun and Drake takes over, crashing the plane in the ocean.

No mention of the assistant's fate (he's written out of the show), the four of them are washed up on a convenient desert island. Casting is absurd, as the assassins look like stuffy British clerks, almost comical characters. A scruffy hermit on the island is fooled by the baddies into thinking that Drake and his heroine are the murderers, and that they are escorting them to American justice.

It gets worse and worse from there, one silly little scene after another. For me, casting of plain-Jane Ann Firbank as leading lady was a dumb idea -if you get stranded on a desert island it should be Joan Collins with you!

When things are finally and unconvincingly set right, a boat just happens to appear, and the hermit waves goodbye to the quartet, Pat back in charge. Not a moment too soon, or for me, the hapless viewer, a 1/2 hour too late.