I don’t normally comment when famous people die – it is an odd moment, when someone who seems like part of the furniture is suddenly no longer there, or when someone who seems utterly guaranteed to have a long and prosperous career is abruptly gone – but I just found out that Patrick McGoohan has passed away, aged 80, and I’ve simply got to say something.
The Prisoner had a gigantic effect on me. It first entered my life when I was around six or seven – the series was being repeated on ITV at some absurd time like 10am on a Sunday morning, and I can remember being both utterly terrified and entranced by it. It was particularly the appearence of Rover that burned into my brain, with the first sequence in ‘Arrival’ where Rover appears and smothers the one Village member who runs in fear being a standout. I can remember ‘Arrival’, I can remember the end of ‘Living in Harmony’, where the Western backdrop falls away and Number 6 realises exactly what’s going on, and – although it took me watching it again nearly ten years later to realise it – I also remembered the utterly crazed final episode ‘Fall Out’. It stayed with me, and I was always aware of it, but it wasn’t until my teens, around the age of 16 and 17, that I finally tried to catch up with The Prisoner, and found myself gripped by one of my occasional crazes. It’s an amazing show – both fascinating and deliberately obtuse, crammed full of weird symbolism and bizarre self-indulgence along with moments of absolute genius. Just getting to grips with the levels that the show was prepared to work on was a major task, and McGoohan’s portrayal of Number 6 was part of that – sharp, charismatic, and steely, along with enough of an edge to make you suspect (as anyone who reads about the background of the show will discover), that McGoohan could be an absolute bastard to work with when he wanted to. But, it’s one of those rare occasions (the only other one I can think of right now is Tom Baker as the Fourth Doctor) when an actor’s performance and identity expands outwards to almost become bigger than the show.
Much of what was great about the show was thanks to McGoohan, and much of what was head-scratching, peculiar or just plain daft was down to him as well. It’s not 17 episodes of perfection – there are ups and downs – and yet, there’s so much to discover in there, and compared to most of its contemporaries, it’s like a transmission from a strange, Kafka-esque alternate universe. My passion for the show may have cooled a little from its teenage peak, but my love of the show’s sheer experimentalism and the way it expanded my horizons hasn’t. It’s still a formative experience, part of the architecture of my mind, and always will be, and despite McGoohan’s refusal to talk much about the show in his later years (you can probably count his interviews on the fingers of one hand), I think he knew that it was what he was going to be remembered for. Like many demented artists, he had a glorious peak that he then found difficult to top, retreating to L.A. and doing plenty of work, but nothing that ever seemed to come close to the strange motherlode he tapped with The Prisoner. I can’t help wishing that his last cinematic appearences of any note were in better films (A Time To Kill and The Phantom, for heaven’s sake), but he lived to a healthy age, had more of an influence than he ever expected, and his characterisation of Number 6 will always be one of my televisual heroes. And, in my head, he’ll always be sat at the wheel of that Lotus 7 racecar, on his way to deliver that resignation and kick off the whole quest towards discovering who Number 1 really is.
R.I.P, Mr McGoohan.
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Well said. I only came to the Prisoner for the first time much later, but despite all its flaws and unevenness it’s a thing of genuine strangeness and creativity. Much like McGoohan himself!
Sad that he’s gone, but 80 is a good innings.
RIP Mr McGoohan
I could not have put it better, the show blew my mind when I was younger. Even if McGoohan was uncomfortable with people’s passion for the show, he’s in that rare category of being immortal because The Prisoner will for generations to come be re-discovered for the work of genius that it is.
And, how many actors have people going on pilgrimages to the filming location of their show…
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Cannot quite believe this.
I know he was advancing in years but I swear you forget how old these people actually are when they keep cropping up on the screen.
I was also saddened to hear that Ricardo Montalban has also died on the same day. http://uk.news.yahoo.com/18/20090114/ten-fantasy-island-boss-actor-ricardo-mo-c3b52a1.html
Yes, his passing was a nasty surprise, even if he was 80.
My view of The Prisoner is somewhat coloured by having spent so much of my time (and disposable income) at Portmeirion. Where, incidentally, they still show 2 episodes of the show at 6pm every evening on their private TV channel.
Indeed- the show and the location are kind of inseperable (which is one reason why it’s probably good that the upcoming TV ‘remake’ (which may be interesting, or may be crap – Ian McKellan as Number 2 and Jim Caviezel as Number 6 are certainly interesting choices) hasn’t been filmed there – otherwise, the identity of the original is just too strong).
I can understand your spending lots of disposable income there – I actually had my honeymoon there, and it was one of the happiest times in my life. I would love to go back, and at the indeterminate point in the future when I’m able to run a car, I think I will try and treat myself to a few days there, as it’s a wonderful spot, and staying in the Village itself was nothing short of magical (especially as we were there out of season – wandering around the place after Joe Public had gone home and the Village was virtually deserted was just wonderful). I will definitely return, and hopefully sooner rather than later.