When I was growing up in the late 60s and early 70s there seemed to be a lot on the telly about World War 2. The masterful The World at War, narrated by Laurence Olivier, seemed to run every week throughout my entire childhood. Episode 20, Genocide was how I learned about the holocaust and it haunted me for years. And then there was the BBC TV series Colditz. I was only nine when the first series was broadcast so I don’t remember all that much about it, but I do remember that is was, somehow, a national event and something to be proud of.
Moth bought all 28 superb episodes of Colditz on DVD. And I can barely believe we’ve already watched 19 episodes. The superb and subtle acting and the terrific scripts make up for the poor picture quality. And the long winter evenings are flying by!