We’re in a bar somewhere in space and a man named Zee limps in looking for a man named Klein, a dishevelled, somewhat drunk surgeon. Zee (he’s only Blake’s bloody defence lawyer from The Way Back!) blames Klein for leaving him a cripple. Klein retorts that he saved his life. Zee tries to kill Klein but the surgeon is saved by a mysterious stranger…ok it’s Travis cosplaying Clint Eastwood. The barmaid, Chenie, asks if all Klein’s patients try to kill him, he replies that thirty of them have every right to.
Up on Liberator Blake, Cally and Jenna are preparing to teleport down to Freedom City looking for Docholli, the latest clue in their quest for Star One (spoiler, Klein is Docholli) I know, I’m shocked that the girls are getting to leave the ship too. They have fab dresses and then Cally slips the picture of Docholli into the top of her boot and…sorry…lost my train of thought there. Yes, that’s it, this time it’s Avon and Vila’s turn to be left on the ship.
Down on Freedom City it’s all gone a bit Cabaret (old chum) but look who’s here, it’s the Supreme Commander in ravishing red along with a curious new henchman. Servalan meets with Krantor, the camp yet threatening administrator of Freedom city. She tells him she’s after two men, Docholli and Travis. Krantor promises to deliver them both, for a price.
Meanwhile after just a few minutes alone with Vila, Avon has a bright idea, why don’t they take Orac and bust the casino of Freedom City? If only Orac wasn’t so conspicuous…
And so we come to Gambit. You might think it’s brilliant, you might think this is the show jumping the shark, you might wonder just what everyone was smoking, but I guarantee you this. You will not be bored!
Me? I love it. Absolutely bonkers, a gloriously surreal camp extravaganza that manages to give all the main cast something to do, plus Servalan and Travis, plus Krantor and his associate Toyze, two one off guest actors you feel are having the time of their lives, and characters you almost wish Big Finish would do a box set about.
Seriously it shouldn’t work (and maybe for some it doesn’t) but for me it’s Blakes 7 at it’s best, and occasionally its worst, but mainly it’s best.
Where to start? Probably with Avon and Vila. They’d barely spent more than a few minutes alone together in the first season and a half but suddenly someone realised that Darrow and Keating worked well together. Really well together. And whoever that person was I’d like to shake their hand.
Forget the fact that Liberator has a strong room full of millions (though Avon will remind you in just a few episodes time in Power Play) and don’t give too much thought to Orac shrinking himself, and just wallow in two masters at work.
Vila: Avon, there are times when I almost get to like you.
Avon: That makes it all worthwhile.
Really it isn’t about the money though, Avon wants the challenge and Vila is tired of being left behind whenever they go somewhere hedonistic.
Apparently Space City pales by comparison to Freedom City, not that we see too much of it. They’ve clearly spent a fair bit of the budget on this, yet conversely it also looks a little cheap, the ribbons and balloons and dry ice covering a multitude of sins. They also appear to have raided the BBC costume store and just dressed the extras up as any and everyone across time and space. A cavalier, a clown, one guy is dressed as Dracula, he even has fangs. This could all appear preposterous, but somehow it doesn’t. Maybe it’s Krantor’s reference to Mardi Gras that provides cover, though he also wishes everyone else threw themselves into it as much as he and Toyze do.
Let’s talk about Kranto and Toyze. I’ve heard some actors complain that Aubrey Woods and John Leeson (yes that’s K9) were trying to out camp one another which dented the performances. I disagree, I think it made them all the better. It takes talent to be that camp yet at the same time so threatening, but they are, and in particular Krantor’s conversations with Servalan are a joy, especially the way he keeps forgetting to add the Supreme before Commander. They clearly both detest each other and once apart both discuss killing the other. Servalan in particular appears to be a trifle, shall we say prudish? It becomes clear as well that she wants Freedom City obliterated, and has been calling for this for some time. Family values eh, Supreme Commander.
Krantor guesses that Docholli has information that Servalan needs and plans to get the info before he hands Docholli’s corpse over to Servalan. Servalan has planned this however, and boy there is a fair bit of exposition, which luckily Jacqui delivers so wonderfully that you don’t care (And Harry Jones as Jarriere helps by looking as perplexed as possible, allowing the Supreme Commander to explain her plan so that everyone understands!)
I do love how tickled Krantor is that Travis has an eyepatch. Given how ridiculously everyone is dressed, is an eyepatch really that radical?
Blake Cally and Jenna try to find out more from Chenie in the bar, apparently there were some changes to the script as originally it was even more obvious that Jenna and Cally might be looking for work as ladies of the night! Jan and Sally’s catfight is wonderful (I saw them both in a Q&A just a few weeks ago and they both still cite it as one of their favourite moments in the series) calling each other slut and throwing drinks in each other’s faces to cause a distraction. I used to be a bit sniffy about it and felt it was beneath them, but now it’s so obviously wonderful. Sally has apparently called the scene ‘us against the BBC.’
The only person not having a jolly jape down in Freedom City is Blake who’s just a mite dull and stoic here. Loosen up, Roj.
Croucher is having fun as Clint Eastwood and get’s some decent lines. “Oh, I’m a hero too” “I went to be a better school”. And calling Jarriere a powder puff. The only real problem is that neither Servalan or Travis can seem to decide if they’re working together or not since he escaped at the end of Trial!
Denis Carey is decent as Docholli, though he never quite convinces as the Federation’s top cyber surgeon, and Nicolette Roeg was clearly told to play Chenie as the hooker with a heart of gold. She and Carey have nice chemistry though.
At the age of 70 Sylvia Coleridge also has a blast as the croupier, joyously rolling her eyes every chance she gets.
But let’s talk about Deep Roy. Come on, you didn’t think I was going to forget about Speed Chess did you? Robert Holmes apparently contrives to get chess into every script he writes, but I doubt he’s ever done anything quite as bonkers as he does here as foolish and desperate gamblers take on Deep Roy’s Klute at computer chess. They get a million credits if they win or draw and all the Klute gets is the right to electrocute them (he seems to quite enjoy it.) Roy is wonderfully malevolent, but you wonder if he’ll ever get over losing to Vila. Talking of which Vila sobers up very quickly when he’s in the hot seat, and you have to love Avon telling him it’ll be ok. Easy for you to say, Kerr.
It’s a bonkers notion in a bonkers episode, all capped off by Avon and Vila acting like naughty schoolboys caught out at the end and not convincing Blake for a moment with their innocent looks.
Let’s leave the camp of Freedom City behind for the grit and grime of the tents of Goth!