Sunday, August 03, 2008

Puppet romance

Odd what can be held in the DVD section of Brisbane's Council libraries. My wife found this with the kids on Friday (no input from me at all): two DVDs of the Gerry Anderson puppet show Stingray.

I have a very vague memory of seeing some of this show as a child, but could recall no detail at all except for the fact that it was set underwater. It's remarkable watching it now with hindsight.

Thunderbirds, made after Stingray, is much better known, but it's silliness is nothing compared to that in Stingray.

For example, if you thought that some of the intrigue of Thunderbirds was the question of just which of the Tracy boys might be Tin-Tin's boyfriend, that has nothing on the romantic intrigue of Stingray. It has as a continuing theme the jealousy between lead character Troy Tempest's old girlfriend Atlanta, and the mysterious mute Marina who turns up from beneath the sea in episode one. Poor Atlanta keeps being left behind at HQ while Troy has to be away with Marina on board the confined space of Stingray, as she (obviously) has to help him out on his underwater missions. Even that doesn't explain why in one episode Troy is enjoying an evening meal with Marina while on shore leave in Casablanca.

Incidentally, Atlanta is Stingray's "Moneypenny" role, and is voiced by (and I think physically modelled on) Lois Maxwell, the "real" Moneypenny.

That children should be particularly interested in a puppet version of sexual jealousy strikes me an interesting idea. Clearly, modern children's television has become much less adventurous since the 60's, when puppets smoked, got drunk and complained about women a lot. (These are all features of the few episodes I watched this weekend, while I was feeling unwell.)

Especially ludicrous is the end title sequence, which can be seen on Youtube:



My children, despite being well within the target age for the show, find this sequence hilarious. Did those in the 1960's take romantic puppet love ballads in their stride? Sadly, I can't remember my own reaction from that time.

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