Why can't they just leave it alone? Where could a remake go, but to provide answers that no one on the face of the earth could possibly want. Ian McKlellan, maybe. Jim Cavielzel, pul-eeze.
The Prisoner was brilliant in its mystery and puzzle. To me, the biggest mystery and the thing I found most fascinating and disturbing about the whole series was why would a hot number* like Patrick McGoohan wear a jacket that had white piping on the lapels?
I don't pretend to have a cultist devotion to the original series, but it did make it's mark on me for one reason -
As a young nurse, I worked in a fancy big city hospital. At the time, these two things were a given:
- nurses wore all white uniforms
- if you were anybody at all, you had a private duty nurse
So the private duties were all over the place back in the day, but they were a recurring cast of characters. It was unusual to see a new face. I remember a sprightly older red-head named Tilley who was covered in cat hair, and a sourpuss named Dagmar who once tried a turpentine enema on one poor constipated soul. There were also two - I can see their faces but can't recall their names - overwieght to the point of having a silhouette that was almost square.
One young wit saw these two walking down the long corridor together and compared them to the Rover balloons in The Village, out to track down and subdue a wandering patient. I was young and I laughed. I'm not proud of it.
I think about the nurses every once in a while, now that I'm kind of Rover-like** myself. Please Lord, spare me from ever having to do direct patient-care again. I certainly don't need any Prisoner remakes to remind me. TV remakes, yet.
Anyway, it looks like a stinker. And we don't need no stinking remake.You might be seeing; me, but I won't be seeing you.
*number! get it? har!
** note to self - put away white drawstring slacks