Review by mail-2978

I remember Brick Bradford when the series was shown at Saturday morning pictures at the Regal cinema in Purley, Surrey, England back in 1952. My friends and I thought it was exciting stuff and would shout and whistle the whole way through especially when the plot got too silly. Every episode ended with a cliff hanger and we would have to wait a week to find out what happened or how our hero has managed to avoid death. In one particular episode a lit fuse is thrown into an open barrel of gunpowder, there is a massive explosion that must have killed everyone including our hero and then the credits rolled. You can imagine our frustration when we had to wait a whole week to find out how Brick has managed to survive. The following Saturday the episode opened with Brick plucking the flame from the barrel and thus avoiding the explosion we had clearly seen the Saturday before. Well we roared with indignation yelling out " Fiddle ! fiddle" and " Rubbish! rubbish ! " and whistling and stamping our feet. It was all great fun and we loved it.