| Dennis Potter followed his staggeringly complex but hugely successful The 
Singing Detective (BBC, 1986), which was filtered entirely through the eyes and 
imagination of its male protagonist, with the more straightforward Christabel 
(BBC, 1988), which used a woman's perspective throughout. In Blackeyes (BBC, 
1989), perhaps his most difficult and challenging serial, he attempted to 
combine both points of view.  After offering it to Jon Amiel and Nicolas Roeg, Potter eventually directed 
the serial himself, his only television excursion behind the camera. Based on 
his novel of the same name, it was shot on 35mm film, as it was originally 
envisaged as both a four-part 200 minute serial and a shorter cinema version. 
Potter uses exceptionally long unbroken single shots, in a style that might seem 
reminiscent of his studio-based plays made on video, were it not for his use of 
extremely complex set-ups in which the roving camera is constantly moving. This 
technique is seen at its considerable best in the opening sequence, in which 
Blackeyes (Gina Bellman) is pursued by the camera through a 360 degree set as 
she tries, unsuccessfully, to hide.  Potter himself, in his unmistakable West Country burr, provides the copious 
narration, something he had tried briefly in 'Blue Remembered Hills' (Play for 
Today, BBC tx. 30/1/1979). Potter's delivery is typical of his dark wit and 
verve, often taking a scatological turn, such as when commenting, "Ah, now you 
can tell this is a British film," after the appropriately seedy author (Michael 
Gough) breaks wind. The voice-over was only added in post-production and, 
although making the highly solipsistic and jagged dream-like plot easier to 
follow, it also added to the public furore when Blackeyes was first transmitted. 
Rejected by audiences and critics alike, Potter was labelled 'Dirty Den' by the 
tabloids for the drama's nudity and dark sexual undercurrents, even in the 
service of a tale about female exploitation. Targeting television viewers' passive complicity and complacency and using it 
against them, Potter bravely injected himself into a narrative which, by dealing 
in a visceral way with the male objectification of women, was bound to be 
attacked for doing the same thing itself. It was then, and remains, a 
deliberately uncomfortable, humorous, densely imagined, frequently powerful if 
imperfect work, one that practically vanished after its original airing but 
which, now that its shock value has long been superseded, needs to be 
re-assessed by a new generation. Sergio Angelini   |