Never as good as Danger Man or The Avengers, The Saint remains watchable early-60s fluff. Roger Moore visits glamorous locales Paris, Rome and, er, Stevenage represented by stock footage and pavement café sets, helping out old pals or stray beautiful girls.
The trademarks (that whistled theme, superimposed halo) are likeable, the better episodes have neat mysteries from author Leslie Charteris, and theres always the likelihood of Oliver Reed or Anthony Quayle as a guest baddie and name-that-face bit-parts for everyone from Jane Asher to Ronnie Corbett. Fanboy trivia heaven the episode where Simon Templar impersonates James Bond.