I’ve been listening to a lot of Rogue’s Gallery lately. He’s the typical hardboiled detective with plenty of wisecracks regardless of whether he’s dealing with the bad guys, the ladies, or the cops. In fact, he’s almost too generic in his ways.
When the police investigators let justice fall through the cracks, he’s all too ready to rub their noses in it when he hands the bad guys over in a neat package. He’s also handy with the ladies, but when he gets snubbed, it’s because either it’s convenient for comic affect, or the lady is involved in the crime. He turns his nose up at petty investigations, until his client can lure him into something interesting and juicy. Of course, he faces off with the bad guys and hard cases, managing to outwit them and make narrow escapes from death at their hands. However, he’s not immune to a few thumps on the head where he wakens safe and ready to go back on the attack.
Oh wait… I just described almost every radio detective out on the market. What is it that makes Richard Rogue identifiable?
It has to be that while he gets knocked out, he has an inner voice. The extremely annoying Igor. I don’t think the character serves any other purpose other than to taunt Rogue in his screaching voice, and that cackling laugh during those times when Rogue is unconscious. I know that I could do without his presence, but if it weren’t for Igor, Rogue just wouldn’t have anything going to set him apart from any of the other detectives. Sad.
Despite the lack of identity, the writing, acting, and the stories themselves are good ones. As with any program, it has it’s finger on the pulse of pop culture of the times, and I get a kick out of the cutting edge sophistication as folks saw it back then. An interesting history lesson of a different kind.