The Singing Detective (1986)

To put it simply---the best thing to be shown on television ..EVER. Dennis Potters The Singing Detective is six hours of exquisite brilliance. It has sex, humor, drama, action, detectives, whores, spies Etc. Etc........in fact everything that constitutes a great reason for looking into a square screen. This is tripping..but..without the chemicals. Some of Potters writing...or "his observations on humanity" are startling in there depth. This is a pure form of originality by an extremely complex man. Potters mind was always "on the boil"...how else could he come up with this electrically charged wonder of the last century ?? (1986). This is like the birth of a new star ...in a galaxy far far away. This is television gold, and plutonium. This is as good as T.V. has ever been (or will ever be). This is THE SINGING DETECTIVE.

Aspiring writers used to be advised to 'write what you know' and clearly Dennis Potter heard this at his mother's knee and took it to heart. What he knows is the Forest of Dean, as well he might having been born there and it turns up again and again in his work not least in the two mini-series most associated with him, Pennies From Heaven and The Singing Detective. It appears increasingly that Potter is in great danger of being cultified (to coin a term) in a similar way to Hitchcock, two cases in which beyond A Shadow Of A Doubt substance is thin on the ground. There is much to admire in The Singing Detective and if nothing else it offers superior quality both in terms of songwriter - Cole Porter, Rodgers and Hammerstein - and performer - Dick Haymes, Bing Crosby - to Pennies From Heaven and the acting is hard to fault yet it remains a work of set pieces rather than a richly satisfying whole.

I was the Hollywood equivalent of an army brat, fed and bred in the industry. My father brought a well-known TV show from radio to the new broadcast medium, and I appeared on it as an extra several times; my sister was once asked which she preferred, radio or TV, and thoughtfully replied that she found the pictures on radio prettier.I've always devoted a great deal of my free time, not to mention a whole lot of my should-be-working time, to the distractions of TV, and I have a long list of favorites: Ernie Kovacs, Bilco, Rawhide, Rocky and Bullwinkle, Rockford Files, Hill Street Blues, Homicide, Simpsons, Dinosaurs, Parker Lewis Can't Lose, Seinfeld, list far from complete. I got lots of enjoyment out of TV, but not much inspiration. I guess I always considered it entertainment for the masses, and I was a mass.Forest for the trees. I never even thought that TV should or could be an art medium until Dennis Potter came around. We all so needed him to have a decently lengthy career. When a artist dies with so much work obviously ahead of him, the world ends up deformed, missing obvious parts we can't describe but acutely sense the absence of.It's true, as the rough jmb3222 points out, that the industry was eager to put out anything with Potter's name on it after his death; it's true that the remaining, cobbled together oeuvre was by and large inferior to the Singing Detective. I'm grateful, nonetheless, to every hand and force that helped make them available to me, not the least of which, of course, was the raging drive of Potter's talent and his dedication to leaving as much behind for us as he could through the increasingly debilitating pain of terminal leukemia. What a guy!

Episode one, if it can truly be identified as such, was enough to drive me away from the rest of the DVD. The plot is convoluted, confusing, frequently silly, and appears to be going noplace. After all, who needs to see the same scene (a body pulled from the river)three, or was it four, times? . After sixty or seventy minutes there was still no substance to characters or plot, nor a single person I would care to spend another ten minutes watching, nor any indication that things would improve (especially Mr. Gambon's skin condition). There was so much filler just to use up air time (?)...skin rubs, Physician's rounds, hospital ward banter, etc., that the main story line was neglected for minutes on end. Finally episode one ended, I slipped the DVD back into its sleeve, settled down with a good book. Hmmm...wonder wher I can sell a mint condition set of "Singing Detective" DVDs?