Watching Peter Gunn

Television

An evening with a (to me, very) old rerun of Peter Gunn, a show more from my husband’s youth than mine.

Not only did the detective wear a suit the whole time, but so did the crooks: suits, ties, and hats. One of the villains even wore a hat with a feather detail in it.

The conflicts between good and bad guys were not convincing, nor were the punches that Peter Gunn had aimed at his stomach. But now I yearn for those ancient impossible days of glamorous semi-violence that never existed.

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