Saturday 12 December 2015

295 King of the Castle



First  watched :  22  May  1977

One  of  my  favourite  programmes  of  1977 was  this  ITV  Sunday  teatime  serial  which  I  started  watching  from  the  third  episode ,on  the  recommendation of  my  school  friend  Robert  Schofield.

 Our  acquaintance  had  been  interrupted  for  a  couple  of  years  by  my  changing  primary  schools  in  1974  but  we  had  more  or  less  picked  up  where  we  left  off   when  reunited  at  secondary  school  ( or  at  least  middle  school, remember  them ? ) in  the  autumn  of  1976.  Like me  he  enjoyed  buying  little  plastic  figures  and  constructing  fantasy  adventures  with  them. There  was  one  little  problem, the  nature  of  which  I'm  still  not  sure  I  fully  understand. My  mother  wouldn't  let  him  in  the  house.  He  was  a  well-groomed  lad  who  was  polite  to  adults  but  some  years  earlier  ( at  least  three quite   possibly  more )  he'd  visited  our   house  for  tea  and  my  mother  had  never  forgotten  that  Mrs  Schofield  hadn't  reciprocated. This  was  a  bit  strange  as  there  was  a  time  in  1974   when  it  seemed  we'd   almost  adopted  another  school  friend called  John  , he  was  round  for  tea  so  often. His  parents  certainly  didn't  return  the  favour  but  Mum  always  recalled  him  with  affection.

Although,  like  us,  they  lived  in  a  nice  terrace,  Mrs  Schofield  was always  well  turned  out, never  missed church  and  was  second-in-command  at  the  Townswomen's  Guild. She  had  a  gentil  air  about  her  and  perhaps  Mum  just  suspected  that  she  thought  we  were  below  the  salt. Or  maybe,  given  that  their  house  was  very  close  to  her  pre-marital  home  there  was  something  in  the  past  between  her  and Mrs  Schofield  that  she  never  disclosed.And  so  we  had  to  meet  up  at  my  gran's  to  play  which  provided   a  figleaf  of  convenience  as  she  lived  a  lot  closer  to  the  Schofields  than  us. I  remember  them  chatting  about  Duncan  Edwards  and  Munich, probably  the  first  time  I  heard  about  the  disaster.

Anyhow  he  was  right  on  the  money  about  King  of  the  Castle  which  is  probably  the  most  scary  and  inventive  serial  ever  made  for  kids'  TV . Roland  ( Philip  Da  Costa ) is  a  shy  teenager  who  unenthusiastically  attends  the  local  grammar  school  on  a  music  scholarship. This  attracts  the  ire  of  the  other  kids  in  his  tower  block  led  by  a  vicious  young  thug  Ripper  played  by  an  18  year  old  Jamie  Foreman  limbering  up  for  a  career  playing  nasties.  One  evening  they  chase  him  down  the  stairs  into  a  broken  elevator  which  then  plunges  into  the  basement  throwing  him  into  a  fantasy  castle  populated  by  alternative  versions  of  all  the  other  characters. Thus  for  example  his  eccentric  headmaster  ( played  in  wildly  over  the  top  fashion  by  Porridge's  Fulton  McKay ) becomes  a  Frankenstein  figure  who  has  designs  on  his  voice. Roland  has  to  figure  out  how  to  get  out  of  the  castle  aided  by  cryptic  advice  from  the  steward  Vine  ( Talfryn  Thomas )  who  was  the  caretaker  in  real  life.

By  happy  chance  the  two  episodes  available on  YouTube  are  the  two  I  originally  missed  and  confirm  that  the  series  was  as  good  as  I  remembered. Milton  Johns , who  I  previously  regarded  as  a  dependable  but  one  note  character  actor,  turns  in  an  astonishing  performance  as  the  creature  Ergon. Da  Costa  isn't  as  good  an  actor   as  his  contemporaries  Nicholas  Lyndhurst  or  Simon  Gipps-Kent  but  his  blankness  does  serve  as  a  good  foil  for  the  grotesqueness  of  the  other  characters.

There's  a  thorough  review  of  the  series   here  but  really  you're  best  off  getting  the  DVD  ( partially  reassembled  from  a  home  video  tape  )  and  watching  it  for  yourself.


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