Take The Prisoner, which appeared in Britain in 1966-67, and on PBS in the mid-1970s.
The plot: a British secret agent (Patrick McGoohan) resigns, angrily, then goes home and packs for a trip. He is gassed, and awakens in a scenic, well-scrubbed Village, where everyone has a number rather than a name ("You are Number Six."). The Villagers are mostly kidnapped secret agents, from a variety of countries, more or less brainwashed and docile.
The mysterious Number Two, who is in charge of the Village, wants "information." Number Six wants to escape, or, failing that, to find out who his keepers are. But plots soon moved beyond the "Why did you resign?" maguffin to explore questions of conformity and individuality. In order to live together in a community, we must require certain behaviors and banish others, but at what point does the need for conformity impinge upon the rights of the individual to think and feel what he pleases?
The gay symbolism made up for a decided lack of beefcake -- handsome Patrick McGoohan never so much as unbuttoned a button, not even to work out. And a lack of bonding -- though there might be a homoerotic subtext in the cat-and-mouse game played by Number Six and the current Number Two (the Village leader changed in almost every episode).
McGoohan starred in many other movies during the 1970s and 1980s. He is perhaps most famous for playing King Edward in Braveheart (1995), and eliciting homophobic audience cheers by pushing his gay son's lover out a window. Not that I believe McGoohan, who died in 2009, actually condoned throwing gay people out of windows.



