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Enemy at the Door
Because we are W.O.T. (With Out Television), we're catching up on the pile of unwatched DVDs. Right now we're mainlining Enemy at the Door, an LWT series which ran for two seasons between 1978-1980 about the Nazi occupation of the Channel Islands, and about which I had heard nothing until ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mraltariel rolled up with the DVDs of the first season last week.
We watched the first four episodes last night, and they were outstanding: exactly the kind of small cast, limited setting, tightly written episodic drama that telly used to do so well and doesn't often seem to have the confidence (or capability?) to do much of any more. [Insert standard grump.] It has some of the usual representational problems of the time; for example, when two young men try to make a night-time escape in a rowing boat, you know it's the posh one that's going to become the regular and the working-class one with the MASSIVE BULLSEYE painted on him. But this is a minor gripe; asmraltariel said, it's so good, you'd think the BBC had made it. (Incidentally, the scenes between those two young men as they made their plans for their escape were so slashy that not even I could miss it.)
Look at the cast list: it's outstanding. For your particular delight, however, I shall draw your attention to a devastatingly young Anthony Stewart Head (top left photo; he must be about twenty-four), playing a Royal Navy lieutenant who is the son of the local doctor. His character has just secretly arrived back on Guernsey and, given we're getting both story-of-the-week and story arc, there's surely lots of high peril and associated anxiety to come. (John Nettles is in it too: surely crossing Enemy at the Door with Bergerac would create the world's smallest and most geographically specific fandom ever?)
Unpretentious, gripping, consummately written: big thumbs-up.
mraltariel rolled up with the DVDs of the first season last week. We watched the first four episodes last night, and they were outstanding: exactly the kind of small cast, limited setting, tightly written episodic drama that telly used to do so well and doesn't often seem to have the confidence (or capability?) to do much of any more. [Insert standard grump.] It has some of the usual representational problems of the time; for example, when two young men try to make a night-time escape in a rowing boat, you know it's the posh one that's going to become the regular and the working-class one with the MASSIVE BULLSEYE painted on him. But this is a minor gripe; as
mraltariel said, it's so good, you'd think the BBC had made it. (Incidentally, the scenes between those two young men as they made their plans for their escape were so slashy that not even I could miss it.)Look at the cast list: it's outstanding. For your particular delight, however, I shall draw your attention to a devastatingly young Anthony Stewart Head (top left photo; he must be about twenty-four), playing a Royal Navy lieutenant who is the son of the local doctor. His character has just secretly arrived back on Guernsey and, given we're getting both story-of-the-week and story arc, there's surely lots of high peril and associated anxiety to come. (John Nettles is in it too: surely crossing Enemy at the Door with Bergerac would create the world's smallest and most geographically specific fandom ever?)
Unpretentious, gripping, consummately written: big thumbs-up.
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ETA: Pay no attention whatsoever to my last sentence: I entirely missed out the long, tortuous and not terribly interesting chain of thought that had happened between your description and my ending up at Casualty.
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