You know, the biggest problem with BBC TV’s Hitchhiker’s series is the casting. Ford is written as Tom Baker; he is performed as simultaneously anxious, resigned, wistful, and lost under a script he doesn’t begin to understand. Adams’ sun-dried humor is drowned under misplaced pathos. Indignation is misdirected as panic. I can understand not trying to do a Tom Baker impersonation (although the costumer didn’t quite get that note). In a comedy, however, it would behoove if its largest supporting player had a sense of humor.

Then there’s Zaphod, who is more Keith Richards, circa 2024, than the chiseled jackass he’s built up to be. Trillian (as played by Peter Davison’s then-wife) basically becomes Doctor Who’s own Melanie Bush, except a few pitches higher. At least Arthur and Marvin come through intact.