One of the major attractions of this show, apart from its cerebral approach (more Ipcress File than Dr No), is the perfect 1961 setting. The period costuming, which is rarely better than average, here is perfect. Scott's dress - solid coloured suits with narrow lapels, narrow knitted tie etc - is exactly what was worn in that period...and is of course what has now returned to fashion. Cars are easy to produce but not so easy is the bleak Cold War atmosphere of Berlin, which was excellent. The reticence Scott displays as an agent is the opposite of the unrealistic gung-ho, wisecracking nonsense of James Bond, a series whose implausibility means it really should have ground to an ignominious end years ago. Michael Caine's Harry Palmer, on the other hand should have continued. Spies, I imagine, do not engage in endless fights, one-night stands and car chases. On the other hand, unlike Bond's ludicrous self-confidence, they would be constantly struggling with moral dilemmas. Of course, being good and intelligent, Spy City is sure to be cancelled in favour of another puerile dismal Disney display.
Review of Spy City
