I recently viewed this program, formerly #139 from my Netflix Queue. The review I read generously called it "middlebrow" 1970s television. Each episode starts the same way--a large and obvious thing (e.g., a train car, or a professional football player) is stolen from a place with tight security. Banacek--a smug Polish Sherlock Holmes--is called in to find the missing goods. The opening theme sums it up.
Along the way, Banacek usually engages in some casual sex, smokes a couple cigars, and drinks some expensive booze. He haggles with insurance inspectors, is insulted for his Polish ancestry, and has his name mangled.
Part of the fun of watching this show is the deep insight contained in a Polish proverb.
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