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stoopbeckI just watched the final controversial episode of The Prisoner, one of the greatest cult shows ever. Actually, right now, it’s the only show in competition with Lost for the “Best TV Show Ever, In My Opinion” slot. Anyway. I’ve heard so much about this episode… that it’s incredibly confusing, that it makes little sense, that it caused the star and co-creator Patrick McGoohan to have to move to America to escape his confused and violent fans… I’ve been looking forward to it ever since I started watching the show. As I watched the final credits roll, I was filled with a profound sense of “…Huh?” No, really… what?
Surreal. Bizarre. Words can’t describe this episode. What would you call watching people in white robes and masks gun each other down to the lilting strains of “All You Need Is Love?” Or hear so many versions of “Dem Bones, Dem Bones, Dem… Dry Bones” that your head explodes? Shut up, already, Personification of Angry Youth! And the crazy Number 2 from last ep who, apparently, came back from the dead? You can shut up too. Also. “Confess, baby.” What? No, really, what?
And what about that Number 1? After wondering for the whole show just who that nefarious Number 1, head of the prison that is The Village is, you give us… that? Wow. Wow. No wonder you had to leave England, McGoohan. For those of you who have never watched the show [heh…. that’s all of you, I wager] it would be like if JK Rowling never published the seventh book. Or if she did publish it, but it had a strange, incomprehensible ending somehow involving Harry and Voldemort being the same person. Yeah. Plus, I think I was gypped… I checked this ep out on the internet, reading spoilers galore, and they all told me that certain things happened that never happened on the show I watched tonight. Certain things that would have seriously improved this episode. So I guess I’ll have to scrape together the hundred-odd dollars that the DVD set costs. Seriously, y’all, $115 for a show that only had, what, 18 episodes?
Despite my problems with the show, though, I intensely enjoyed it. I’m deeply confused and troubled, but diverted. Plus, I’ll never say no to watching McGoohan for an hour. Heh.
Surreal. Bizarre. Words can’t describe this episode. What would you call watching people in white robes and masks gun each other down to the lilting strains of “All You Need Is Love?” Or hear so many versions of “Dem Bones, Dem Bones, Dem… Dry Bones” that your head explodes? Shut up, already, Personification of Angry Youth! And the crazy Number 2 from last ep who, apparently, came back from the dead? You can shut up too. Also. “Confess, baby.” What? No, really, what?
And what about that Number 1? After wondering for the whole show just who that nefarious Number 1, head of the prison that is The Village is, you give us… that? Wow. Wow. No wonder you had to leave England, McGoohan. For those of you who have never watched the show [heh…. that’s all of you, I wager] it would be like if JK Rowling never published the seventh book. Or if she did publish it, but it had a strange, incomprehensible ending somehow involving Harry and Voldemort being the same person. Yeah. Plus, I think I was gypped… I checked this ep out on the internet, reading spoilers galore, and they all told me that certain things happened that never happened on the show I watched tonight. Certain things that would have seriously improved this episode. So I guess I’ll have to scrape together the hundred-odd dollars that the DVD set costs. Seriously, y’all, $115 for a show that only had, what, 18 episodes?
Despite my problems with the show, though, I intensely enjoyed it. I’m deeply confused and troubled, but diverted. Plus, I’ll never say no to watching McGoohan for an hour. Heh.
