My ex MIL used to watch it avidly on a Saturday afternoon in the 1960s. It was her only bit of leisure (now known rather more egocentrically as "me time") and she looked forward to it immensely. I used to do her ironing every weekend, so I often watched it with her. As I recall, it was just a bit of amusing nonsense, nothing like the hyped-up sequinned uproar they televise now. Kent Walton commentated in an excruciating transatlantic accent. The boundary line between Good Guys and Bad Guys was always reinforced, and the baddies always lost. It probably wouldn't be popular now, with modern audiences baying for blood as though they're at the Roman games.