"The Gold Robbers" as a title and it's illustrious cast listing for a series I had never heard of intrigued me enough to purchase the 2012 Network DVD release when it became available. I'm glad I did as I was kept intrigued, entertained and ultimately gripped throughout the 13 well-crafted episodes.
The story of a daring, efficient bullion heist and the individuals involved in it, from the lowliest petty criminal through those who organised it and ultimately to the "Mr. Big" behind it all, commences in great style with the snatching of the gold itself. This sequence, pretty violent for the time, is re-worked each week by steering the viewer towards one of the gang, before focusing on of how Chief Superintendent Cradock (Peter Vaughan) and his loyal sidekick Sergeant Thomas (Artro Morris) home in and ultimately get them. Or not, as the case might be as the intelligent writing acknowledges human failings and allows for failure or delays in success. Many obstacles stand in the Police's way, not least the underground criminal network that seems one step ahead for much of the time before they are able to make significant breakthroughs. Pressure brought to bear from many levels above only add to those faced daily to bring the entire gang to book - at a personal cost to Cradock who gradually, and subtly succumbs in an unexpectedly surprisingly way as the last episode rolls on.
This unfairly neglected series, made in black and white before full-time colour broadcasting commenced in the UK, deserves a wider audience today. It may lack a more violent edge throughout but that makes the violence that occurs effective as it arrives often unexpectedly. No histrionics or cliché's, just some excellent storytelling. Some modern audiences may find the language used a little alien, even old-fashioned. I actually enjoyed a return to a rich use of the English language and realise how much it has evolved over the past four decades - and not necessarily for the better. However, that cannot be allowed to detract from the quality of this series, even if the production values are a little cheap here and there but it has to remembered it was of its time and made by London Weekend on a budget. LWT who had to be rescued (IIRC) by a newspaper magnate, one Rupert Murdoch - Richard Bolt's distant relative one wonders?
The story of a daring, efficient bullion heist and the individuals involved in it, from the lowliest petty criminal through those who organised it and ultimately to the "Mr. Big" behind it all, commences in great style with the snatching of the gold itself. This sequence, pretty violent for the time, is re-worked each week by steering the viewer towards one of the gang, before focusing on of how Chief Superintendent Cradock (Peter Vaughan) and his loyal sidekick Sergeant Thomas (Artro Morris) home in and ultimately get them. Or not, as the case might be as the intelligent writing acknowledges human failings and allows for failure or delays in success. Many obstacles stand in the Police's way, not least the underground criminal network that seems one step ahead for much of the time before they are able to make significant breakthroughs. Pressure brought to bear from many levels above only add to those faced daily to bring the entire gang to book - at a personal cost to Cradock who gradually, and subtly succumbs in an unexpectedly surprisingly way as the last episode rolls on.
This unfairly neglected series, made in black and white before full-time colour broadcasting commenced in the UK, deserves a wider audience today. It may lack a more violent edge throughout but that makes the violence that occurs effective as it arrives often unexpectedly. No histrionics or cliché's, just some excellent storytelling. Some modern audiences may find the language used a little alien, even old-fashioned. I actually enjoyed a return to a rich use of the English language and realise how much it has evolved over the past four decades - and not necessarily for the better. However, that cannot be allowed to detract from the quality of this series, even if the production values are a little cheap here and there but it has to remembered it was of its time and made by London Weekend on a budget. LWT who had to be rescued (IIRC) by a newspaper magnate, one Rupert Murdoch - Richard Bolt's distant relative one wonders?