Though trying to avoid every post being about the B word, the fact that most other news stories could compete with the B word in provoking despondency has pushed me back into familiar territory: the past. The odd detour through time is always a welcome break, and it’s nice to take a detour for which directions were provided by an occasional commentator on here, ‘Fred’. A 2017 post penned on the subject of the BBC’s turn-of-the-80s gumshoe drama, ‘Shoestring’ saw said Fred recommend a precursor to Trevor Eve’s private ear, ‘Public Eye’.
Produced for the ITV network for an impressive ten years between 1965 and 1975, ‘Public Eye’ is quite a unique series from my own personal perspective in that even shows I didn’t see a single episode of in the 1970s can be evoked via their theme tune or opening titles or even recollections of glimpsing trailers at the time. No such recollection exists for ‘Public Eye’; I’d never heard of the programme until I was alerted to its existence and then I discovered it had quite a cult following amongst devotees of archive TV, particularly those on the restoration and preservation side such as the Kaleidoscope organisation. Recently, I found some episodes on YouTube and it only took a couple of viewings for me to realise it was very much up my street, so much so that a DVD box-set purchase was inevitable.
‘Public Eye’ stars Alfred Burke as enigmatic public inquiry agent, Frank Marker. Burke is an interesting-looking actor, resembling a cross between Will Self and ex-Leeds Utd boss Howard Wilkinson. Upon first viewing, he seemed to lack any strong personality for me in the part, but then I quickly realised that was the genius of the casting; a private eye needs to be anonymous, to blend in with the crowd and not stand out from it. A larger-than-life actor too handsome or charismatic would utterly defeat the object of the character and simply wouldn’t convince. Marker’s (and Burke’s) strength is that he has an ordinariness about him that means nobody would notice if he was tailing them; they wouldn’t spot him across the street, loitering in a shop doorway, pretending to make a call from a phone-box or supping a pint on the other side of the bar. He is perhaps television’s most realistic and believable personification of a profession that has been a regular stand-by in TV drama for decades.
Frank Marker is a sharp operator, but not a shark; in comparison to the mercenary attitudes of fellow private detectives we meet during the course of the series, Marker is an honest man loath to fleece his clients. His honesty is rewarded with bouts of breadline living and – on one memorable occasion – a prison sentence for inadvertently being in possession of stolen goods. Prison hardens Marker even further, but Marker is a born lone wolf and a genuine man of mystery. His back-story is sometimes hinted at in dribs and drabs, but there is no big reveal; he doesn’t appear to have many (if any) friends; he has few (if any) romantic interests – just imagine that in an equivalent series today; and he doesn’t even employ a secretary. There is just him and his shabby raincoat, and a shabby succession of shabby offices.
ABC Television, one of the original ITV franchise holders, produced ‘Public Eye’ up until the company was succeeded by Thames in 1968; Thames then took over for the next seven years of the programme’s run, overseeing the transition from monochrome to colour. But another factor that makes the series distinctive is the fact that Marker moves around. He begins his business in London, then relocates to Birmingham; after his spell behind bars, he moves on to Brighton, Windsor, Walton, and finally ends up in Chertsey. The extensive location filming from the Birmingham period onwards provides viewers who even in the 60s were tired of the capital as the eternal backdrop a novel opportunity to enjoy adventures in unfamiliar surroundings.
‘Public Eye’ is not a period piece in the sense that many programmes of its era are. Surviving 60s episodes (an outrageous amount were wiped, as was the practice at the time) exhibit frequent and obvious references to homosexuality and not in a crude manner. One particularly effective episode guest-stars a young Stephanie Beacham as a troubled teen Marker saves from suicide. Her attempt at ending it all follows rejection by her presumed lover, ‘Chris’. Marker’s subsequent investigation uncovers the fact that Chris is in fact short for Christine rather than Christopher. The depressing world of vice rings is also covered with unexpected candour, and the pre-reform divorce laws provide regular cases back in the days when infidelity needed to be proven.
There are occasions when Frank Marker’s often bristly antisocial attitude in regard to his closely-guarded independence is challenged. The Brighton episodes see him develop a potentially romantic relationship with his landlady and there are other interludes when he either works for a private inquiry agency or enters into a partnership. But none of these alliances last because he’s a man made to be alone, both professionally and personally; some of us are just designed like that, and Frank Marker is a character that really gets under the skin – in the nicest possible way. There’s a truth to him that’s rare in television drama, when characters can easily slip into caricature as reality is overly-heightened. Soap operas profess to be rooted in realism, but exceeding reliance on ratings-grabbing stunts such as endless sieges, crashes, explosions, fires and murders has utterly diluted these claims in recent years.
‘Public Eye’ is not unlike the surviving 70s episodes of ‘Dixon of Dock Green’ in that its prime focus is on the little people and their relatable problems. The series largely steers clear of ‘action’ or melodrama. It’s downbeat, sometimes melancholy, and there is sympathy for those who call upon Marker’s services, most of whom are familiar faces to anyone who regularly binges on vintage TV that tends to get overlooked by the nostalgia industry. Many of its themes wouldn’t be out-of-place in a contemporary drama, but the treatment these themes receive is a world away from today. An episode dealing with a deluded fantasist whose lies mask clinical depression is handled humanely and with an utter absence of sledgehammer moralising or facile ‘U OK, hun?’ faux-concern.
As a refreshing alternative to the here and now, cathode-ray windows to the past can sometimes remind one of what we’ve lost, what we’ve gained, and what we’ve retained. ‘Public Eye’ is a fine example of what British television used to do and could still do…if it wanted to.
© The Editor
13 thoughts on “PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS”
An analysis of historic programming like ‘Public Eye’ merely serves to highlight the crass nature of most equivalent output 50 years later. As you observe, those programmes still encompassed many sensitive topics but not with the in-your-face, PC, virtue-signalling of much modern day content, those issues were simply an extra fabric-layer of colour draped delicately onto the framework of a strong storyline with credible characters.
I find little of appeal in any modern non-factual broadcasting, the insult to my senses overwhelming any interest in whatever the underlying plot may purport to be. But of course, back in those far-off black & white days, we were presented with a broad and incomplete canvas, encouraging us to fill in the gaps with our own imagination and colour – now it seems that the ‘message from nanny’ is all that counts and it must be repeated, and repeated, until we have had all scope for original thought expunged from our skill-set.
And don’t get me started on Doctor Who . . . . .
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I’ve seen some good dramas from the States and Scandinavia in recent years, but I think British television drama of the present day is especially bad. Whereas the theatre was the university for UK TV dramatists in the 60s & 70s, many of today’s crop cut their teeth on soaps – and it shows: One-dimensional, utterly forgettable and unrealistic characters that are solely defined by their gender, sexuality or ethnicity (and that’s all they have); ridiculously melodramatic plotlines crammed with endlessly recycled cliches; pat moral lecturing of a kind that would shame ‘Sesame Street’ – throw in the pisspoor standard of acting, the mumbling delivery of dialogue drowned-out by over-intrusive ‘background’ music, and the absolute dearth of memorable theme tunes and opening titles and you have a woeful decline dictated in part by panic on the part of the BBC and ITV that the viewer might switch over or off if their attention wavers for a split second.
Rather than play to their past strengths, our longest-established broadcasters have responded to the increase in competition by aping it, and failing miserably in the process. As for ‘Doctor Who’, well…what a wasted opportunity that was! ‘And this week’s lecture is…’
Have you also seen Callan, a similarly bleak sixties / seventies programme where the main character is similarly unmemorable?
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Oh, yes – ‘Callan’ is a particular favourite of mine. I rewatched it again recently, and the standard of writing, acting, dialogue, characterisation etc. seems to get better whenever I come back to it every few years; it ages like fine wine, whereas the majority of today’s TV drama output already resembles a bottle of own-brand supermarket cola somebody left the top off several days before. Thanks again for the ‘Public Eye’ tip-off, by the way.
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I have a very distant memory of this..I am going to have to check this out…thanks editor
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Well worth investing in. I watched a couple of episodes and was hooked.
Callan was the best…
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Do you Torrent? The Blue Lamp is the template for many a police procedural:-
That link isn’t accessible, though I’m not really sure what it is, to be honest. The only ‘The Blue Lamp’ I’m aware of is the classic crime movie in which Dirk Bogarde shoots dead Sgt Dixon.
Yes, that’s the one. I downloaded it in about an hour, watched it yesterday: still worth watching, 1950s post-war B&W London. You need a torrent downloader – a small app – to use the link. Lots around, all free.
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I’ve got ‘The Blue Lamp’ on DVD, actually. Whilst some aspects of it border on the quaint (the station’s male voice choir, for example!), the documentary-style feel definitely enhances the dramatic elements. The fascinating shots of bombed-out London, and the realisation that the neighbourhoods that survived the Blitz won’t survive the developers, make it a priceless piece of social history.
Alfred Burke was in a particularly creepy episode of Tales of the unexpected called ‘The Flypaper”
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Yes, I remember that one. A particularly creepy episode indeed.
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