I tried, with AMC’s “The Prisoner.” I really, really tried.
But if, after two hours of viewing, the only rational response to the material is, “My god, there’s four MORE hours of this?!” then, well…don’t be a hero, right?
I may have been more determined to like it, or at least appreciate it on some level, because to be perfectly honest, the entire internet ganging up on a six-episode miniseries actually evoked sympathy from me, in the same way as an abused puppy or a socially-awkward teenager might. I wanted to show “The Prisoner” that not everyone is Like That.
But no. No, it’s nearly impossible to struggle through. It is, as Matt Fraction put it, “Like watching paint dry, without the satisfaction of having painted anything.”

