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Enduring delights | John MacLeod | The Critic Magazine
It was first broadcast over forty years ago and has only twice, ever, been repeated. Yet The Box of Delights has proved so definitive — a scr...
It is, of course, inconceivable that the achingly woke BBC would make such a drama today. Indeed, after a repeat in 1986, it took thirty-eight years before it was rebroadcast and, to the fury of fans, it has just been pulled from BBC iPlayer. But thirteen-something young Kay Harker, after all, is a plummy-voiced lad bouncing around Worcestershire in a Norfolk suit. Orphaned — though we are not told how — but unmistakably of gentlefolk, with a pleasant country house and sometimes just a little lordly with the servants.
They deferentially address him as “Master Kay.” His guardian, the glamorous Caroline Louisa, is draped in fox-fur; the young Jones siblings, joining Kay for the hols, likewise attend frightfully good schools. There isn’t a person of colour in sight, no one is bi-curious or out to decolonise anyone’s curriculum, and central to The Box of Delights is foiling a dastardly plan to prevent the 1000th annual Christmas service at Tatchester Cathedral. One can readily imagine Adjoa Andoh’s curled lip. But no less important is Kay’s custody of a small magic box — entrusted to him by a mysterious old. The box must, at all costs, never fall into the hands of Abner Brown — a villain in charge of a cabal of pretend-clergy who can shapeshift into wolves, and who desperately wants that box – when he isn’t kidnapping (“scrobbling”) choirboys, conjuring up demons, or plotting badness with Kay’s old governess, Sylvia Daisy Pouncer.
The dialogue is remarkably faithful to Masefield’s original, complete with the boarding-school slang of his day — the enjoyable is “splendiferous”, anything unpleasant or vexatious damned as the “purple pim” — and the stunning snowscapes our heroes must wade through in the second episode were filmed on location in Scotland.