The seventh series of Foyle’s War commenced last night, and apparently, this was due to “overwhelming public demand.”
It seems that when Foyle ended – or rather, should’ve ended – back in 2008, there was such a hue and cry that ITV bosses felt behoved to bring the languid, long-faced copper back.
What I want to know is, who led the revolution brother? Dozens of tweed clad elderly ladies? Librarians? Who??
But, whoever was behind the resurrection of this gentle drama, ITV could, it would seem, be assured of a large viewership as we took up with Foyle again last night. The war was over – so maybe it should be called Foyle’s Post War – but there was the sticky wicket issue of Russian PoWs to be addressed.
And golly, some of them escaped and ran amok in Hastings. I say…
But fear not; Foyle was brought out of his retirement to deal with it, and along with his trusty sidekicks, DS Milner and driver Samantha Stewart, there was only one possible outcome – a happy ending.
Although the opening scenes belied the gentle nature of this show as we were instantly met with a gun fight equal to any that may have occurred at the O.K. Corral. However, the violence was short lived and a gentler pace soon restored normal service.
But it seems normal service in Hastings means black marketeers and murderers. So it’s a bit like Midsomer in that regard.
So, Anthony Horowitz’s Foyle is still running to its – apparently – very much loved form, and Foyle et al saved the day. Hurrah! Now let’s all have cucumber sandwiches, wear something jolly practical and see if we can’t let gals do something more demanding than look pretty and create sponge cakes out of nothing…
But on a technical note, as ever, one had to admire the attention to detail with sets and props, and Michael Kitchen stepped with aplomb over the yawning chasm that was the explanation for his character’s re-emergence. It’s a good job they didn’t kill him off, or we’d have had another Bobby Ewing in the shower incident, and let’s face it, nobody wants that…
Bravo old chap.