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The Prisoner: Shatter Visage

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So, if you've been following, I watched the original BBC Prisoner series from the 60's, and absolutely loved it, although I was quite confused and overwhelmed by the ending. Then I watched the 2009 AMC remake, and I was bored to tears. What's a guy in the market for a little more Prisoner action to do? Track down a copy of the Prisoner comic mini-series that was published by DC in the late 80's.

Shattered Visage takes place 20 years after the ending of the Prisoner, it offers up a more definitive interpretation of the events in the last episode of the series, as well as a new story involving the island, that still manages to capture the feel of the original series. In other words: It's good!

The story deals with number Six, who has been alone on the island since it was evacuated 20 years ago. The interpretation of the final episode is that when Number Six assumed the role of Number 1, it finally broke him down, due to his conviction that he was not any number. Number Two on the other hand, was incarcerated for 20 years, wrote a memoir of his time on the island, which even after it had been sterilized by the government was banned with a D-notice under the official secrets act.

The current plot begins when a retired member of Brittish Intelligence gets caught in a storm while sailing around the world, and is marooned on the beach of the Island. Due to the nature of the story, I won't delve too much into it, but to reiterate, if you liked the Prisoner, and wanted a little more from the ending, Shattered Visage works as a nice epilogue to wrap things up.


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  1. I will give this a read. I've been looking for a better ending from the 60's version since I finished it. That ending was so crazy.

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