But what about the caricaturing of her chief adversary, BBC Director General Hugh Greene- who became the pompous authority figure to her plucky little everywoman- Pantaloon to her Harlequin- so much so that the logic of the drama had us cheering her final victory? By all means whitewash Whitehouse, but turning Greene- on her terms- into a buffoonish villain?
Something wrong there, surely?
But perhaps it was only by misrepresenting Greene that the play could be made to work. Drama demands that adversaries be- more or less- equally weighted. So Greene had to be brought down to Whitehouse's level. In real life there was no contest at all: he was completely, thunderously right and she was completely, pettifoggingly wrong. He stood for artistic and intellectual freedom, she stood for fear and avoidance. This was the woman who- for example- wanted to bleep the word "knickers" out of "I Am The Walrus".
Generosity to a fallen foe?
Only Mrs Whitehouse isn't fallen. She's an eternal type. She may not wear silly hats any more, but she's still buzzing around our culture- picketing, banning, legislating- what a pest!