Studio One opened its sixth TV season last week by boldly offering an hour of utter despair. A grim, gruesome, humorless show, it was television at its best. The teleplay: George Orwell's bitter satire, Nineteen Eighty-Four, which Mrs. Orwell released to Studio One only after assurances that there would be no tampering with her late husband's blueprint of the ultimate police state.
CBS-TV Producer Felix Jackson, faced with the difficult job of making the Orwellian future believable ("without putting on a space-cadet kind of show"), hired British Playwright William P. Templeton to do...
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