I can relate to the feeling of being isolated or even imprisoned, within society or even within my own body. This show touched me deeply decades ago and I still love it. I never could finish even one episode of the remake, although I tried. The remake was an epic FAIL compared to the wonder of the original series. Like Number Six, I don't know if I can trust anyone, woman seem either victims or tormenters, and people he thought he could trust from his past turned out to betray him, although apparently all comes out all right in the end.
I really got into this series decades ago when it was shown on a local PBS station KTEH channel 54 from San Jose (IIRC). The host Scott Apel reordered the viewing sequence compared to the original way it was shown on TV in the 1960s, and it made more sense his way (I'm not sure if he's the one who came up with the new viewing order). After each episode there would be a discussion of that episode or of certain themes expressed in the series, and priests, philosophers and other intellectuals would weigh in on possible deeper meanings.
I liked that it was so surreal. The architecture of the village is truly bizarre. The colors of the clothing, umbrellas, etc. just add to that. The little golf cart type cars, Rover...many interesting visual aspects to this show besides its being incredibly intellectually and philosophically stimulating.
It could be the story of a secret agent who tries to resign, or it could be a metaphor for the relationship of an individual to society, or to God. Maybe it's all a dream? No matter what, it is definitely one of my all-time artistic statements of humanity. It helped I think that Patrick McGoohan wrote much of the story in addition to being the star. Having his own production company too (with the allegorical name of Everyman Productions) made he did not have to compromise his artistic vision as much.
I mourned when McGoohan died a few years back, but also made a joke. Imagine he is at the gates of Heaven.
To Saint Peter he would tell: "I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My afterlife is my own. I am not a number; I am a dead man!"
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