Foyle's back; wish he were entering Parliament
By popular demand, writes Dorothy Rabinowitz,
The doughty, mysterious and deeply private Detective Chief Superintendent Christopher Foyle returns for another round of combat long after his innumerable admirers thought they had seen the last of him. . ."Foyle's War," Series VI, a three-parter that begins Sunday (9-10:30 p.m. EDT on PBS, check local listings) should satisfy the craving.. . .The look of icy loathing Foyle conferred on traitors, war profiteers and other enemies of the national interest in time of war was as good as a page of accusatory pronouncement—Mr. Kitchen's capacity for delivering looks of that kind is unequaled—though he can provide the latter as well: spare, annihilating expositions of the crime in question. Every time he delivers one of those in this splendid, if exhausting, new production—or does anything else for that matter—it's another reminder of the reasons he casts a spell.
I like Foyle. We know he's fiction, but wouldn't we be happier if we were in Foyle's hands, rather than Brown's, Clegg's or Cameron's? Foyle reminds us of the real, true persons we have known, the kind of people we wish were in Parliament.
PBS usually puts its programmes online for a few weeks so you can see Foyle there.
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