Suave double act Crockett and Tubbs (MTV cops) are immersed in the unpredictable Miami underworld to crowd-pleasing effect.
Crockett still lives on his yacht with Elvis, and still had a dazzling propensity towards pastel casual wear.
Originally, I was nervous about spending fourty pounds on this series (season 4) because I was worried that the departure of the original writers and producers for the show, (including creators Anthony Yerkovich and Michael Mann,) would result in a poor MV season.
However, the result of the free-lance writer efforts are a mixed bag of erratic episodes that are all over the map. The season opener "Contempt of Court" is good and it proves that even after twenty years MV still packs a punch.
By the fourth episode in, however, the season gets pretty much derailed beginning with "The Big Thaw" about a Rastafarian Michael Jackson reggae singer preserved in a cryogenic sleep chamber and then there's the infamous "Missing Hours" featuring James Brown and a whacked-out plot revolving around Trudy's alien abduction and it's time to call in Mulder and Scully instead of Crockett and Tubbs.
If Vice hadn't already "Jumped the Shark" at that point, the introduction of Sheena Easton in the following episode "Like A Hurricane" as Sonny's recurring love-interest Caitlin Davies is enough to make you shriek like nails screeching on chalkboard when Sonny's lovey-dovey side reduces the episode into a series of mushy soap-opera escapades and inevitable wedding bells ring while poor Rico is left on the sidelines.
There's a pretty decent selection of alternative music featuring tracks by artists like Yello, Love and Rockets, the Hooters, Billy Idol, Iggy Pop, U2 and Peter Gabriel peppered throughout.
Any misgivings I may have had about season 4 eventually payoff with patience building to the last two dramatically stunning episodes of the season, "Deliver Us From Evil" and "Mirror Image".
In conclusion, MV season 1 was good. Season 2,3,4 are astonishingly good.