Rumpole of the Bailey

I saw 16 or so episodes of this show a long time ago, but the memories of it are enduring. While the show's tone was humorous, the legal drama was as intense and as interesting as anything on American TV. Leo McKern's Rumpole is funny and charming, but with a serious sense of vocation underneath that Falstaffian bulk. He's been sort of a hero of mine ever since. I hope PBS will re-air this series, or BBC America will air the unedited, unabridged Rumpole in the not-too-distant future.

I got into Rumpole when I discovered episodes on tapes I inherited from my grandfather when his hearing started to go and couldn't listen to them anymore. I was so enchanted that I started reading the Rumpole books I found at the library as well. Part of it, for me, is that Rumpole himself was very much like my grandfather-the same dry sense of humor, and the same sense of justice. I can see why he appreciated the stories and characters so much, and it gives me a greater connection to him to watch the show now, long after he's passed away.

The stories are solid mysteries that Arthur Conan Doyle might've appreciated, but what really makes the series special is the characters, both Rumpole himself and the supporting cast. It makes the series more accessible that the stories carry little in the way of political messages. This is because everyone in the show, apart from Rumpole himself, is an absurdity, regardless of their political leanings. Both left and right wingers are portrayed this way. Rumpole alone sees how ridiculous everyone in his life is, from his fellow barristers to his wife, and isn't afraid to comment on it. He is single-minded in his mission to carry out justice for his clients, which is refreshing.

Rarely has television fit a role and an actor together as perfectly as Rumpole and Leo McKern. (A couple of other examples would be Vic Morrow in "Combat!" and Derek Jacobi in "I, Cladius".) The singular pleasure these episodes afford is watching McKern act as the mildly cynical, but resolutely libertarian, barrister. It is easy to see why McKern came to loathe playing the part since it is the ultimate case of typecasting. One can less think of McKern sans Rumpole than he can Connery sans Bond. Better to rewatch Rumpole than the colorless blather on Court TV.

The scripts and additional cast are good enough to make repeated watching of McKern worthwhile.

I think everyone can identify with the lead character Horace Rumpole. That's because he's a crafty, witty barrister surrounded by a bunch of stuffed shirts and idiots. There's Claude Erskine-Brown, the close confidant of Rumpole's who seems to stumble from one disaster to another; Phylida "Portia" Erskine-Brown, Claude's wife and about a third of his source of problems; Judge Gutherie Featherstone, a rather hapless man who gets caught up in a sex scandal right as he's trying to decide on a case in that matter; junior clark Liz Probert, played wonderfully by Leo's daughter Abigail McKern; the hapless Timson clan, who Rumpole constantly rescues from trouble despite their antics, and most of all, we should not forget "She who must be obeyed" - Hilda Rumpole. The cast was a superb choice and the writing was excellent. What was sad about this series is its ending - it's the kind of thing you don't want to end.

Rumpole, a barrister spewing poetry and thunder and husband of She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed, entertains with a unique style of oratory, wit, and his own particular slant on the world. In a world drowning in political correctness, Rumpole is a life saver. Rumpole is also one of my favorite of all time characters. The stories and supporting cast are refreshingly British and the entire series is an absolute delight! I'm so pleased this was finally released on dvd.