In fact, we’ve already been told that the shaft and its promise of freedom are there only to offer the prisoners in the pit some delusional hope, much as some Christian doctrines hold that the damned souls in hell can see Paradise, but can never get there.
Andrew O’Hehir from Salon is describing a scene from Batman, but damn the old line seems more appropriate as a description of the Brits following Dunkirk!
I have to continually remind myself that in 1940 the annihilation of the NAZIs was far from a foregone conclusion.
Many of the characters do in fact look as if they are in hell gazing at a paradise they shall never reach.
The U.S. would not really enter the War until 1942 and even then we had to split up our resources in order to fight a two front war on opposite sides of the globe.
In 1940 there were few certainties on this planet and this fact especially applies to the Brits who refused to surrender.
Christopher Foyle is the lead character played by Michael Kitchen.
What a great name.
Not Foyle for chrissakes; but Kitchen! Ha
Can you imagine? Kitchen. How in the hell does one go about being baptized a Kitchen? I mean you would be a Christian Kitchen!
Foyle is such a great character being the Chief Investigator for the Hastings Police during the Blitz.
So I did some digging and discovered that Michael Kitchen is only two years older than me. Since the series begins in 1940 our hero is about 54 years of age; which means that Foyle must have been born in 1886 or so.
Foyle does not know how to drive! Hahahahahahah
Now that is just one of his idiosyncrasies but I think I can explain it.
I mean in 1890 there were not a lot of motor cars around; anywhere.
But Foyle would have grown up seeing no cars; or few at the most.
He would have seen horses and ridden horses and shoveled horses leavings until he was at least thirty.
So it would not have been that strange for a man of his age refraining from driving automobiles.
Anyway, he ends up the Chief Investigator for a wonderful township known as Hastings. If anyone has any sense of history, he would visit Hastings for chrissakes! Hahahahahah
THE BATTLE OF HASTINGS (1066)
People forget that they spoke French in the higher ‘English’ courts for at least two hundred years. Hahahaha; With a Viking accent.
History just oozes out of every location for Foyle’s War. Hell, Roman ruins are mentioned in later scenes.
We are introduced to Chief Inspector Foyle as a man who despises his job as the chief law enforcement officer of Hastings; he is first seen discussing his sixth request for transfer with his over lord.
Christopher, a WWI Vet, desires a more meaningful position relating to the war effort.
This request is denied of course. Hastings needs this policeman with 20 years experience as well as a complete knowledge of the locality and its inhabitants. Younger men would serve a greater service carrying weapons, driving tanks and flying during bombing missions.
Foyle is an interesting man. He is a widower with a 22 year old son who has been accepted into the pilot training program with the RAF.
I assume that he has some aristocratic blood since he resides in some ancient roomy manor on the outskirts of town.
His demeanor is dour to say the least although he is tight lipped and refrains from expressing his true feelings unless verbally attacked by his suspects. And he almost never raises his voice.
He is bright and rarely loses an argument.
Most of the time he keeps his opinions to himself.
Anyway, Foyle needs a driver and simply kidnaps a soldier/mechanic from some war denominated section of the government to suit his needs.
Actually, Foyle deceives himself into thinking that his new driver will be a male since the documents indicate a first name of Sam for the candidate.
Sam ends up being Samantha, a chipper and optimistic lady.
Like just about every facet of Foyle’s War, characters reflect the realities of war.
There are fuel and food shortages leading to a severe system of rationing.
There are enforced light’s-out prescriptions with intermittent sirens warning of errant German bombers.
Every family incurs personal loss of a family member; with the walking wounded ever present in every episode.
And as in America, the female is called upon to take on male occupations.
By the by, Foyle would not even attempt to seduce this wonderful woman (girl really) and we are entertained by the opposing natures of this dynamic duo.
The older veteran and the girlish driver.
The quietly dour male and the up-beat talkative female.
The pessimist and the optimist.
Foyle continually informs his new driver that drivers do not speak unless spoken to; that drivers do not ask questions; that drivers simply carry their passengers to the designated destinations.
And Sam rarely shuts up.
Her father is a Vicar and we assume she grew accustomed to older men dictating rules that she rarely obeyed. ha
Well we discover during year 5 of the series that Foyle knows how to drive. He has been lying to his superiors and inferiors for decades. Hahahahahahah
But think about it!
You find someone you think you can trust and you make that person the driver.
No parking issues.
No issues concerning routes.
No issues concerning your station in life, really.
THIS IS MY DRIVER!
Oh and Foyle persists in his attempts at resigning his commission.
OH LORD PLEASE LET THIS CUP PASS FROM MY LIPS.
The mandatory invocation by any true hero.
As a child I was much more in awe of the old black and white war movies than the American Western.
And the English made the best war movies, in my humble opinion.
If ever a tribe is to be honored for bravery and persistence in the face of monumental suffering, it must be the Brits during WWII.
And Foyle’s War underlines this opinion.
(Foyle’s War will return in 2013. I had the opportunity to view six years of this series at Netflix.)