Geraldine McKewan is nowhere near as good as Joan Hickson or Margaret Rutherford.
The plots are destroyed.
The scripts and direction are irritating in the extreme.
The plethora of guest stars is irritatingly wrecked by the closing credits whirring past at 100mph. Was that Ken Russell? Damn, missed it!
Everything about it stinks of STYLE over SUBSTANCE.
And I miss Howard and Blakeley's brilliant theme and music.
Awful.
