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The Prisoner (1964) Finished

After watching the last episode of the Prisoner over the weekend, all I can think of is that I'm a little disappointed. The Prisoner was a bumpy road, with some episodes being a little hard to get through, and others being just wonderful. The last episode is just confusing though, so very much happens that it was very hard to follow, and a lot of what happened just didn't seem to make any sense. I'm just left with more questions, which is okay.

Really I never expected there to actually be an ending, I fully expected a world where No 6 is still on the island today, instead they have him escape, but in the most non-sensical way. Still, I highly recommend the series to anyone that wants to watch some mindgames.

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  1. I finished watching the show this weekend. I agree with everything you said, some eps were brilliant and others made my head hurt. Loved the ep where they let them escape, out at sea for 28 days and then dropped back on the island.

    The mind wipe and impersonating ep was another classic. And the Western ep was totally in left field but I'm a sucker for a Western and I enjoyed it too.

    However the finale left me speechless. I had to stop watching it at one point and take a hr break, then come back and finish it. Felt like a bad version of Austin Powers or something.

    I guess I would have liked 6 to always be on the island.

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