Hell's Angel; BBC 1, Play For Today

The Times; London; Jan 22, 1971; Leonard Buckley;

Thursday night is drama night. With a series as good as the present Plays For Today the weekly date must become a national habit. Never negligible and often brilliant, the plays have done credit to television theatre. Irene Shubik and Graeme McDonald, the producers, deserve to take a bow.

Last night's slice of life by David Agnew, was no exception...

So, if your adopted son takes to a motor cycle, as Dick did, and becomes a Hell's Angel you will think him a cuckoo in the nest. Though with his anti-glare glasses and his rearing handlebars he looks more like a praying mantis. And if you are the rich widow Cynthis, doting on your real son, Conrad, you will find him an absolute menace.

But these are arbitrary attitudes. You, your politician friend, Sir Geoffrey, and the others of your generation are all intent on your own selfish conventions. Dick needs love. You are lonely. Conrad is delinquent. But nobody really communicates. And when the Hell's Angel and his companions beat up your stately home during the dinner party from which you have excluded him, you tell your guests that it is the gardener's son.

This was an engrossing bitch of a play in which Mr Agnew exposed the generation gap, the social divisions of our times and much that was disquieting besides. Katherine Blake as Cynthia, Richard Morant as Conrad, Michael Kitchen as Dick and Andre Morell as Sir Geoffrey sustained the unlikable characters they were given to complete conviction and Angharad Rees as the one honest girl among the hypocrites provided the right sounding-board for our conscience...

Many thanks to Deb for digging out this review.