The mere opening of the 1967 series, gave one a story of a Cold War Agent who resigns, and is then gassed and collected, and put in the Village. Those that ran the village wanted to know why he resigned, and Number 6 wanted his freedom. We the viewer were given a foundation on which the plots were built.
Jump ahead 42 years, and the plot, like a note written in pencil, and washed in the pockets of wore pants, barely resembles anything from the original hit series.
We struggle trying to find a reason for the village's existence, we struggle to decipher Number 6's actions, we struggle to want to keep watching! There are lots of little nibbly bits to keep us snacking, on what should have been a visual and intellectual feast. More of the plot paints and polishes Number 2's megalomaniac delusions of grandeur. We really never get to feel part of the village, the absurdity of the daily life mechanisms, the lifestyles of the new Villager doesn't work.
Now I'll click my heels together and say there's no place like Portmeirion.
Jump ahead 42 years, and the plot, like a note written in pencil, and washed in the pockets of wore pants, barely resembles anything from the original hit series.
We struggle trying to find a reason for the village's existence, we struggle to decipher Number 6's actions, we struggle to want to keep watching! There are lots of little nibbly bits to keep us snacking, on what should have been a visual and intellectual feast. More of the plot paints and polishes Number 2's megalomaniac delusions of grandeur. We really never get to feel part of the village, the absurdity of the daily life mechanisms, the lifestyles of the new Villager doesn't work.
Now I'll click my heels together and say there's no place like Portmeirion.