Three vietnam veterans (Nick Ryder, Cody Allen and Murray Bozinsky) now work as private eyes in sunny southern California. Nick and Cody are the muscles and Murray is a computer wizard of ... See full summary »
Jonathan Hart was a self-made millionaire--the CEO of Hart Industries, a global conglomerate. His gorgeous wife Jennifer was a freelance journalist. They were both amateur sleuths, and in every episode found themselves up to their eyeballs in murder, smuggling, theft and international espionage. They also managed to find time to snuggle together, as they loved each other very much. Max was their loyal, gravelly-voiced butler, cook & chauffeur, and Freeway their pet canine. Written by
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The exterior shots of the Hart's lavish ranch style house was used as the exterior of Lora Meredith's house in the movie Imitation of Life (1959). See more »
This is my boss, Jonathan Hart - a self-made millionaire. He's quite a guy. This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous. She's one lady who knows how to take care of herself. By the way, my name is Max. I take care of *both* of them, which ain't easy; 'cause when they met... it was *murder*!
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Max's opening narration differs in some episodes. Most episodes have him finish by declaring "When they met, it was murder!" but some episodes have him saying "Their hobby is ... murder!" See more »
Man, I love this show, and wish they would show reruns on cable now, instead of some of the crappy shows in syndication. Hart to Hart wasn't deep or important or even remotely realistic, but it was great fun, and full of eye candy. Stephanie (who was and is just gorgeous) and Robert had great chemistry and brought a real sense of glamor to this show. The formula was simple and effective: every episode was either about a Hart family friend or colleague getting murdered or murdering someone else, followed by the Harts donning costumes, playing sleuth, and using their vast financial resources to solve the crime. There was always at least one "action" scene or chase, and the show always closed with some silly, sexual banter between J&J...usually shot in the bedroom set. Along the way there was always a bit of comic relief provided by the late, great Lionel Stander (AKA Max.) TV these days is either incredibly shoddy or sooooo self-important and haughty that it's unwatchable (Hello, Mr. Sorkin!!!)A show like Hart to Hart would be a welcome change of pace these days.
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