Showing posts with label Patrick Troughton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Patrick Troughton. Show all posts

Tuesday, 1 July 2014

The Feathered Serpent








'The Feathered Serpent' is a weird one. At first glance, the notion of a television series for children about religious and political conflict set in the royal palace of the Aztecs seems a bit left-field but, believe me, it’s enormously entertaining, especially if you like to fancy seeing Diane Keen or Patrick Troughton walking around in their underwear (I make no distinction or judgement, the choice is yours).

I watched this as avidly a child, both gripped and appalled from the scary music and credits onwards. Much of it resembles a well-acted panto, but there are enough stabbings, witches, hallucinations, poisonings, mad bats and dancing skeletons to make each twenty five minute episode fly by. The aforementioned second Doctor has a particularly good time as Nascar, the extravagantly made up High Priest, who will happily kill anybody who dares to threaten the supremacy of his bloodthirsty God.

Despite the polystyrene pillars and painted scenery, there’s an energy and realism about the show, perhaps because it has some proper actors in it who take it seriously, and because it presents a rounded view of what is often simply dismissed as a somewhat savage civilisation. For the most part, the protagonists want stability and peace, and the apparent demands of their God (human sacrifice, mainly) are viewed as an unpleasant but necessary evil. It is never made explicit whether Nascar is a religious fanatic or a power crazed lunatic, but then it isn’t always very clear, is it?


Here’s the opening credits which, even now, cause minor vibrations along my skeleton. The haunted house theme is by David Fanshawe, of ‘African Sanctus’ fame, and I've decided I'm going to have it as my new ring tone.

Friday, 7 December 2012

No Man Could Conquer...



‘The Viking Queen’ is more ‘Carry On Cleo’ than anything else (it also occasionally resembles Michael Bentine’s ‘Potty Time’) but then, if you want historical accuracy, going to Hammer is like asking Bill Wyman to look after your  teenage daughter. I’ve never managed to spot the extra apparently wearing a watch (the scourge of every historical pot boiler) but I did notice this about the film:
1.    The queen is played by Finnish actress Carita who is so inexpressive that the film could easily have been retitled ‘The Wooden Ruler’. She appears to have never worked again.
2.     I briefly fell asleep during the chariot race which, to be frank, is the opposite reaction one would expect from a chariot race.
3.   The poster says 'MILLIONS followed her into battle'. The population of the whole of Britain at the time was only just over a million, so that doesn't work.  
4.     There aren’t ANY Vikings in the film, they won’t be around for at least another 700 years. 
5.     Actually, the whole thing is ridiculous. It’s unfair to continue.
An ‘interesting’ change of direction for Hammer (who made a Robin Hood film at about the same time) ‘The Viking Queen’ is fairly negligible but, although it should not be used to settle academic arguments about Ancient Britain, it is not entirely without merit, not least because it’s a bloody good laugh.
Patrick Troughton’s in it, which is nice;  dear old, drunk old Wilfred Lawson jogs up as a super-annuated and short-lived King and Andrew Keir plays a shouty Centurion, which perhaps explains the pairing of ‘The Viking Queen’ with his other Hammer film of 1967, the infinitely superior ‘Quatermass and The Pit,’ as an unlikely double bill in some territories.  

Occasionally quite smutty, and with some nice pagan ritual and sacrifice sequences, it's very loosely based on the story of Boudicca, in much the same way that crappy postcard from yesterday was, but to far more entertaining effect.   

The Viking Queen







Tuesday, 29 March 2011

Ye Olde Moonbase


From 1967, but looking much, much older here's a clip from the second Doctor adventure 'The Moonbase'. I've tinted the picture to at least try and make some of it clearer but I also like the effect. This is another show in the series which I knew intimately from a Target book. Infuriatingly, not only are the visuals pretty poor, but this is from one of only two episodes out of the original four that still exist. Thanks, Auntie.