For those of you who donโt know, Iโm the oldest of four children. When my parents separated, my mum was in her mid-thirties, which seemed old to me at the time. Now I’m the age my mum was when my daughter was born, I know she was comparatively young, and must have felt she still had plenty of life in her.
Thursdays became her regular night out, and Iโd be left in charge even though I was only eleven or twelve at the time. Money was tight, and the cost of a babysitter an extra burden. I know she looks back on that time with horror, but nobody died or got hurt, so my sisters and I have no ill-feelings about it.
Obviously, it forced me to take on responsibilities most kids my age wouldnโt. It also meant I had the freedom to stay up late, because Mum was rarely home before 2am โ she loved dancing, so was in nightclubs. I probably wasnโt at my best at school on a Friday, but that didnโt bother me. I could stay up and watch TV without any restrictions โ other than the limited number of channels we had in the mid-โ70s.
This routine went on for a few years and became the norm. Films I watched included Girl on a Motorcycle, Blow Up, and Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice, all of which remain in my mind because of the adult content โ always important to adolescent boys. I donโt remember much about the storylines, just the occasional flash of exposed flesh.
In spite of that, the thing I remember watching most clearly was a re-run of the The Prisoner.
Iโd been aware of Patrick McGoohan because Iโd caught a few repeat episodes of Danger Man in the afternoons during school holidays. Danger Man was about a government agent called John Drake, though it didnโt really grab my attention. In later years, I read that McGoohan had stipulated Drake shouldnโt kiss girls (Iโm not sure what he said about boys) and should use his brain before fists or guns. Compared to most other series I watched, that must have seemed pretty boring.
The Prisoner, on the other hand, was oddly compelling. The action was limited, but the premise was intriguing, and something about it made me stick with it until the bitter end. The title sequence might give you an indication as to what hooked you in.
Since the central character, who is never named, is an agent whoโs resigned, there is the possibility heโs John Drake, though we can only speculate about that. In The Prisoner, heโs known only as Number Six โ in spite of his now-famous claim that heโs not a number.
Transported to The Village (I must visit Portmeirion), an almost other-worldly place by the sea, he has the illusion of being able to move about freely but, if he tries anything he shouldnโt, measures are there to prevent him. Not least, thereโs the Rover, something resembling a giant balloon. Youโll have seen it in the title sequence, being released underwater then rolling across the sea and on to land, pursuing and subduing anyone who tries to escape. The practicality of the Rover is questionable, but it does add to the surrealness of the programme.
Over forty years have passed since I watched it, so inevitably things have slipped from my memory. But it is the surrealness thatโs stuck with me. Not just the village and the Rover, but the blazers and the badges and the penny farthingsโฆย And then, when it reached the final episode, you think everythingโs going to become clear. For a lot of people, itโs one of those instances where you either love it or hate it. Decades later, Iโm still trying to work out which camp I fall into. Inevitably, itโs a little vague in my mind, but one firmly imprinted image is of a confused machine-gun battle while the Beatles sing All You Need Is Love.
The Prisoner still provokes debate. In the main, itโs considered to be a work of genius, although some think itโs complete rubbish.
There has been talk about a film version being made, but I donโt see how thatโd work. You need the time a series provides to build up the right feel. Condensing this into two or three hours wouldnโt do it justice. A TV remake was attempted a few years ago and, out of curiosity, I did watch one or two episodes, but it didnโt capture the essence of the original. Perhaps The Prisoner was a product of its time. Yet again, I feel this is one to be left alone. Letโs allow more creative people to come up with new and more imaginative ideas for film and TV. There are enough authors writing new and exciting things that could be used as source material.
Looking back, I have to thank my mumโs desire for a life (and her irresponsibility) for allowing me to discover The Prisoner at an early age. The experience was intriguing, confusing and frustrating, whilst opening up creative possibilities I hadnโt previously considered. I havenโt, until now, been prepared to watch it again. But maybe the time is rightโฆ
I can recommend Portmeirion ๐
Thanks, Cathy. I really must make the effort and go.
Being a little bit older than you, I can remember both Danger Man and The Prisoner from the 60s. I say ‘remember’ but I don’t actually remember the first and my memories of the second are vague. Have you come across the recent audio version of The Prisoner? It’s a reimagining (dreadful word) rather than a remake. I heard them on Radio4Extra, where they’ll probably be repeated. They’re produced by a company called Big Finish, who do audio versions of many TV favourites from the 60s and 70s, most famously Dr Who.
Haven’t come across the audio version, though (I suspect you feel the same) I’m not generally keen on re-imaginings. I do listen to Radio 4 Extra sometimes, but usually to catch some repeat of an old comedy programme. I have to say it’s been a revelation.
I’d probably listen to Radio 4 Extra all day if I started. I think I almost did when they celebrated an anniversary of the Navy Lark, which is one of my favourite comedy programmes.
Great recollection of not only the program but a snapshot of life for many kids/families of the time … oddly enough I stumbled across (and watched) the first episode on YouTube the other day.
While I was preparing this post, I watched some clips to remind me of it and it is compelling. Just got to make time now to sit and watch the whole series.
Hope life is treating you well, Paul.
Pretty well thanks. I had to take a break from writing/reviewing for awhile for health reasons but all good now fingers crossed, and back to writing now.
Sorry to hear about that, Paul, but glad you’re back on track now. Take care of yourself!
I was never all that keen on The Prisoner when it first came out… I was probably too young… but its landscape stuck in my memory. We ran one of our wokshops around Portmeirion a few yars ago…and it is just as surreal when you see it in reality.
I don’t think I’d have been that interested when it first came out, Sue. Fortunately, I was old enough to (kind of) appreciate it by the time they ran the repeats. Sounds like I really need to experience Portmeirion!
O you definitely do, Graeme. It is quite the oddest place…and that’s before you look beyond the facade. You can stay there, you know ๐
I know you can stay there. Perhaps that’s the thing to do. Though I think I’ll need to save up for that!
Yes, you probably do…that or a mortgage ๐ Might be worth it though.
I’m sure it will…