Ralph Lamb, a former MP for the US Army, becomes sheriff. His brother, Jack, and his son, Dixon, are deputized. Meanwhile, Vincent Savino comes from Chicago to Vegas to run The Savoy hotel and casino. After growing up in 1960s Las Vegas, the goofs in the show make it distractingly hard to watch. If Ralph Lamb is a consultant he must have a bad memory, or many creative liberties have been taken. Just a few comments: Vegas in the 60's was not the wild west where casinos are plopped down in the middle of nowhere. Even in the 60's Vegas was a sophisticated city, growing in leaps and bounds, with a normal life. It was not all casino's and hotels. There were churches, shopping, hospitals, supermarkets, community pools, schools, and all the other things that make a city a good place to live. Specifically, the airport is pictured as an airstrip in the middle of nowhere–get real; McCarren Airport was a busy place, even then. Perhaps they were trying to portray the North Las Vegas airfield. The Nevada Test Site was VERY high security–a nuclear test facility. It is doubtful Sheriff Lamb pulled his car over and just walked into the desert and onto the site to check out a crime scene. Some of the test site is a different county, so Lamb might not even be involved at a crime scene. And the hotels on the strip are far away from those of Casino Center. You would not see the Stardust and Binion's Horseshoe in adjoining blocks. Even with all the problems, Dennis Quaid's performance makes for tolerable viewing. I hope this show doesn't ruin his career. What can I say? Great show-babee. This program effectively dials back the time machine to the early 60's and tosses you into the middle of the dust-choking streets of Las-freegin'-Vegas-babee. Like some kind of temptation layer-cake, Vegas-babee is packed with a healthy diet of strippers, hookers, gamblers, bad-guys and bright lights – while the entire corruption cornucopia is topped off with a tasty mouthful of sand lodged in deep your windpipe - - - babee. You find yourself becoming part of the moral struggle between good and bad. Do you feel lucky – I mean – do you? Are you ready to put your chips on the side of the law – oops – I mean Mr. Sheriff Dennis Quad-babee or do you feel like rolling the dice with organized crime, and siding with Mr. Michael Chiklis-babee? In any case, you are stuck. Either road you pick – you will more than likely find yourself either chilling your butt out on some ice cold slab in the Vegas-babee morgue or lost in the desert sand as part of some scorpion's breakfast. I really enjoy how this show is put together and the performances of the entire cast. It is almost like you become part of this fledgling town known as Sin City. You are a witness to the long and bloody war between the city's contagion know as corruption and a few decent police officers, offering the only remedy to this infection. The seemingly impregnable shackles of organized crime are kept in-check by the continued probing and picking by the often out-gunned law. From the beginning you know it is Vegas-babee and Mr. Sheriff Dennis Quaid-babeee ain't battling no stinking gang of one armed bandits either – no way. Mr. Quaid – that's Sheriff Dennis Quade-babee is the law. And he is up against Mr. Michael Chiklis-babee – who is some kind of bad no-gooder. I recommend the show to anyone who enjoys a good cop show. And if you like 12 gauge pumps and Winchesters (or Henrys or Marlins or whatever lever action they have mounted on that swell looking rack in the back window of their pick-up truck babee) you may want to check this show out as well.
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