Many thanks, Elizabeth Sladen – rest in peace, Sarah Jane Smith.
May the heavens rain odours upon them, BBC America is capping off my year very nicely thank you by making the Doctor Who Christmas specials available On Demand. Better – the 2010 Christmas Special was available, did I but know it, on Christmas, rather than months from now.
New Doctor, #11, 2010 special: “A Christmas Carol”. I loved it. I need to see it again before I say much – much beyond why in the name of heaven has everyone on this planet not heard of Katherine Jenkins?? I laughed, I cried, I was surprised – I loved it. I’ll come back to it.
#10, 2005 special: “Christmas Invasion”. Ohhhh. I know I’ve said it (ad nauseam), but it’s my blog and I’m sick, so I’ll say it again so there: I was inconsolable when the Ninth Doctor went. It wasn’t just because poof there went another regeneration, but because Christopher Eccleston had done amazing things with the role when I was expecting another Paul McGann-style debacle. (Which may not be fair; I like McGann in other things – like Luther – so maybe with a little time and space, so to speak, between me and my original outrage I might … nah.) At the time I finally had the chance to watch the first season of New Who I was certain that it was better just to let the sleeping series lie rather than stir it up – raise hopes – and crash and burn. I didn’t know Russell T. Davies, or Christopher Eccleston, or Billie Piper, and I did not have high expectations. But Eccleston won me, heart and mind, and when he went … I was back to square one. As witness my fussing with the advent of #11, change is difficult.
I suppose I should have known better, but – well, look at Peter Jackson. He created something lovely in Fellowship of the Ring, and then … oh well. So there I sat ready to watch “Christmas Invasion”, with my arms folded, waiting for them to take something I loved and screw it up.
And they didn’t.
It was wonderful. Full of wonders, and – fantastic.
Watching it again, for the first time in a long while – only the second time? – was a joy. Enough time (and space) (and Eleven) has gone by that I could look at Ten, at Tennant, on the screen and say “Oh, I do miss you”, and not feel quite the depth of sadness. I like Eleven a great deal – but second only to #5, this was my Doctor.
It was beautifully done in that it gave the fan – me, that is – the chance to get used to the idea. The new Doctor was offscreen for most of the first, what, two thirds of the episode, and the screen time he did have was calculated to rouse sympathy and concern. And he was impressive, and he was funny:
The Doctor: My head! (groans) I’m having a neuron implosion… I need…
Jackie: What do you need?
The Doctor: I need…
Jackie: Just say it!
The Doctor: I need…
Jackie: Tell me, tell me, tell me!
The Doctor: I need…
The Doctor: I need…
Jackie: D’you need aspirin?
The Doctor: I need…
Jackie: Codeine? Paracetamol? Oh, I dunno, Pepto-Bismol?
The Doctor: I need…
Jackie: Liquid paraffin? Vitamin C, vitamin D, vitamin E?
The Doctor: I need…
Jackie: Is it food? Something simple? Bowl of soup? Nice bowl of soup? Soup and a sandwich? Bowl of soup and a nice ham sandwich?
The Doctor: I *need* you to *shut up*!
Jackie: Oooh, he hasn’t changed that much, has he?
And all the while Jackie and Mickey and especially Rose are trying to wrap their heads around the fact that this skinny bloke is the Doctor. Just as I was. Sitting alone watching it, it was nice not to be alone feeling that. And God bless Jackie, her mothering instincts were brought out full force. She may have hated him in the past, but by God if he was that important to her daughter she was going to look after him. (I adore her line after all the excitement, during the group hug at the end: “Are you better?” It’s very dear.)
Then, when the Tenth Doctor makes his real entrance late in the show, he sets the tone for the rest of his reign. That whole first scene – because the scene starting with “Did you miss me?” (YES) feels like his first scene – is a marvelous encapsulation of him.
See, that’s the thing – I’m the Doctor, but beyond that I just don’t know. I literally do not know who I am. It’s all untested. Am I funny? Am I sarcastic? Sexy? (gives a wink and a click of the tongue at Rose, who grins) Right old misery? Life and soul? Right-handed? Left-handed? A gambler, a fighter, a coward, a traitor, a liar, a nervous wreck – I mean, judging by the evidence, I’ve certainly got a gob!
Funny? Oh, yes. Sarcastic? “Oh, yeah, that helps! I wouldn’t’a thought o’that otherwise, thanks!” Yes. Sexy? Yeah. Right old misery? Not yet. Life and soul? Yeah. Right- or left-handed … huh. I don’t know. A gambler – sometimes; a fighter – always; a coward – never; a traitor – never; a liar – when need be; a nervous wreck – now and then … He is the Oncoming Storm, and that applies to words as well as mayhem against Daleks. And then there’s the Lion King.
But what this episode does best, among a lot of greatness, is to underscore what Rose says – “Thing is … I thought I knew him, Mum. I thought me and him were… And then there’s this. I keep forgettin’ he’s not human.” It is easy to forget. He’s fun and funny, and the second heart isn’t visible, and neither are the 900+ years. There’s the small fact of the time machine, but for the most part he seems more human than, say, Sherlock Holmes does. And then a situation arises in which the surface of his humanity is scratched. As it does here – twice.
He goes into the challenge against the Sycorax leader joyously: this is what he does. He fights the warrior around the chamber and out for “some fresh air” onto the hull of the ship, and loses his hand (and I love that it comes back into the story), and regrows it, and beats the Sycorax. “There we are then. Thanks for that. Cheers, big fella.” This was possibly the best scene in an excellent show: he walks away, Rose joining him, and launches into a natter:
Not bad for a man in his jim jams. Very Arthur Dent. Now, there was a nice man. Hold on, what have I got in here? A satsuma! Ah, that friend of your mother’s, he does like his snacks, doesn’t he. But doesn’t that just sum up Christmas? You go through all those presents, and at the end, tucked away at the bottom, there’s always one stupid old satsuma. Who wants a satsuma?
We can see behind him as he comes to this point that the Sycorax isn’t going to abide by the sanctified rules of combat. And the Doctor knows it. The smile vanishes from his face, all of the silliness is erased, and he pitches the satsuma and (rather conveniently, but who’s counting) collapses the section of hull under the warrior’s feet, letting him plummet. And in that moment he’s a little scary – more than a little – grim, and hard, a direct 180 degree turn from just a second ago. “No second chances. I’m that sort of a man.”
That resolve is tested very shortly. He sends the Sycorax off with a classic Doctor-as-Earth’s-champion (“Thank you. I have no idea who I am, but you’ve just summed me up.”) speech: “When you go back to the stars, and tell others of this planet – when you tell them of its riches, its people, its potential – When you talk of the Earth, then make sure that you tell them this: ‘It. Is. Defended.'” He and the others are returned to London, and all is rejoicing. Until the Prime Minister’s assistant gets a call from … Torchwood. And the decision is not an easy one, but Harriet Jones makes it: “Tell them to fire.” And Torchwood does. And the ship is obliterated. And the Doctor rounds on her.
And there comes the second illustration of the Doctor’s Otherness. Because although they were friends, although they saved the world together, and although she adores him – “My Doctor!” – although she is a very good Prime Minister (“I’m 18 quid a week better off. They’re calling it Britain’s Golden Age”) … despite all of that, despite the reasons she gives him, which are actually very good reasons … That look returns to his face, that cold, hard, inhumanity, and he takes her down. In his plush borrowed blue robe he begins the rot which will take down the British Prime Minister. And which will open the door for Harold Saxon.
Doctor: I should have stopped you.
Harriet: What does that make you, Doctor? Another alien threat?
Doctor: Don’t challenge me, Harriet Jones, because I’m a completely new man. I can bring down your government with a single word.
Harriet: You’re the most remarkable man I’ve ever met. But I don’t think you’re quite capable of that.
Doctor: No, you’re right. Not a single word… Just six.
Harriet: I don’t think so.
Doctor: Six words.
Harriet: Stop it.
Doctor: Six. (walks past her to Alex, takes earpiece off him and hands it to him, and says quietly) Don’t you think she looks tired?
And it works. He’s enlightened her to the fact that there are hundreds of species out there which may or may not have tidings of goodwill for the Earth. And we’ve been SETIing like mad, trying to get others’ attention. By golly, it’s working. And she was right – the Doctor isn’t always there, isn’t always reachable; apparently the Doctor’s telephone number isn’t given out to all Prime Ministers. He has other battles to fight, and would not want to be at the Earth’s beck and call even if he could be. But he did make a bargain with the Sycorax, and they seemed to be abiding by it; whether they would have continued to do so is an open – and moot – question. It was defense – and it was murder. And it allowed for no second chance.
It’s a painful moment. It’s difficult to feel hard against a woman who feels about the Doctor much as I do.
But the episode is lifted back up to where it ought to be, for a Christmas episode and for a Doctor’s first outing. With just one little hiccup – “This isn’t snow, it’s ash” – it looks forward in a way reminiscent of a Star Trek movie or two:
Mickey: You’re never gonna stay, are you?
Rose: There’s just so much out there – so much to see. I’ve got to.
Jackie: Well, I reckon you’re mad, the pair of you. It’s like you go looking for trouble.
Doctor: Trouble’s just the bits in between! It’s all waiting out there, Jackie. And it’s all brand new to me. All those planets and creatures and horizons – I haven’t seen them yet, not with these eyes! And it is gonna be … (looks over at Rose, and grins) fantastic.
(She smiles back. He holds out his hand – the right one)
Rose: That hand of yours still gives me the creeps. (His smile widens and he waggles his re-regenerated fingers. She puts her hand in his) So – where’re we gonna go first?
Doctor (studying the “snowy” sky): Ummm – that way. (points) No, hold on – (redirects his point by a couple of degrees) that way.
Rose: That way?
Doctor (looking at her): Nhm.
Rose: Yeah. That way.
It’s not a very Christmas-y Christmas episode, despite the robotic Santas (which, while being explained as “pilot fish”, were never explained, really) and the killer tree (ditto), and the crackers and turkey and paper hats at the end. It is, like RTD himself, rather nonsecular, which in a way is as it should be; it isn’t as though the Doctor even ought to be intimated to be Christian. But comparing it to this year’s is like night and day.
Still and all, it was a gift, this episode. It was a new Doctor, even, amazingly, better than the last – young and bold and funny and exciting. A new Doctor – but everything else just, comfortingly, the same. There were the mentions of Torchwood – not that they were pleasant mentions. There was the first appearance of the “brainy specs”, which geeked me deeply. One of the nicest things they did for the Whovian, though, was the glimpse into the TARDIS wardrobe. There’s the delight of watching as he rejects a leopard-furred coat, and a Sergeant Pepper coat, and then happily picks out the brown suit and long coat. And as he examines the results of his sartorial and regenerative transformation, there are holiday ties draped over the corner of the mirror and a feather boa draped over the neck of a suit of armor. But best of all is this gift:
Now that’s a Christmas present.
And a New Year’s present.
Who – er, New Year!
“The Lodger” still isn’t up on On Demand; what, did they not air it yet on BBC America? Wankers. It’s also not on iTunes, which is interesting. How did I see it? Don’t ask. Mysterious guy in a parking lot. Paper bag. A few thousand pounds. Or something. And I haven’t seen the whole thing, which is, I take it, the Catch… Anyway.
No, actually, in the end I went here, which is my new go-to for just about everything Who, bless his buttons, even with a lamentable lack of punctuation skills. (And thank you very much for the last four minutes!) So.
The TARDIS lands, the Doctor sticks his head out –
Doctor (sounding a bit disgusted): No, Amy, it’s definitely not the fifth moon of Syndacalista. I think I can see a Ryman’s.
(For the England-impaired, Ryman’s is a large chain of stationers.)
And there’s a Whomp and a flash, and he’s knocked out of the doorway – and the TARDIS dematerializes, with Amy still aboard – and without the Doctor. Oh dear.
So he takes a room in a house with a bloke called Craig – and where he got the 3,000 pounds in a sack perhaps it’s better we don’t know. Where he got Craig’s address is a note from Amy of the future/past directing him to a specific flatmate-wanted ad.
Craig: Has anyone ever told you you’re a bit weird?
D: They never really stop.
That is utterly wonderful.
Craig outlines House Rules…
Craig: …In case you want to bring someone ’round – a girlfriend … (eyes bowtie) or a boyfriend …
It is established that Craig has a best friend, Sophie, and he silently would very much like her to be more than that, but hasn’t gotten up the nerve to tell her. When he does decide to, his “I love you” is wasted on the Doctor. Well, not wasted entirely – the Doctor did rather appreciate the sentiment. It is also established that there is an odd upstairs neighbor, who periodically makes a great deal of noise and is obviously responsible for the strange spreading stain on Craig’s ceiling. Also, unbeknownst to the flatmates on the ground floor so far, the man upstairs is luring people in by asking for help, and the people who try to help are never seen again. The Doctor needs to do something about him – but not head-on… Not yet.
And that stain on the ceiling? Don’t touch it.
Next day, the Doctor’s in the shower, and apparently has been for a while – he likes a good soak. Craig hears a massive thud upstairs, and tells the Doctor he’s going to make sure the fellow upstairs is okay – which is a very, very bad idea. And so the Doctor makes a dash out of the shower to prevent it … gets tangled in the shower curtain, loses his towel … All very very strange for the Doctor. A little disturbing. Which didn’t stop me taking screencaps…
Soap-bleared, I suppose, he grabbed for the toothbrush holder where he had his sonic screwdriver stashed, and … grabs Craig’s toothbrush. In the comic this was based on, the Doctor moves in with Mickey Smith, to Mickey’s surprise, and the latter grabs for his toothbrush – getting the sonic instead. (The comic can be found on the same site as the video link above.)
Really, the towel’s riding a bit low in front, i’n’t it? Right. *ahem* Well.
I was even more startled to find an actual screencap of the moment he drops his towel, and the camera is a half-second behind it … In all the blur, it could have been … startling, but Matt Smith has said he was wearing flesh-colored bloomers or whatever they were, so there is no Doctor-nudity, for which I am exceedingly grateful. And no, I don’t remember where I saw the screencap. I will not be a party to such depravity.
Sophie: You didn’t say he was gorgeous!
Well, awfully cute, yes; gorgeous? Poor Craig.
Doctor: Football’s the one with the sticks, right?
Of course, XI has a natural and human-obliterating gift for footie (it’s not “footy”, is it? That looks sillier), and he steals Craig’s thunder in the worst way.
Sean: You are so on the team. Next week we’ve got the Crown & Anchor. We’re going to annihilate them!
The Doctor (all in one breath): Annihilate, no. No violence, do you understand me, not while I’m around, not today, not ever. I’m the Doctor. The oncoming storm… And you basically meant beat them in a football match didn’t you?
The Doctor must figure out how to find out more about the bloke upstairs, without him knowing the Doctor is about; so he proceeds to create high technology out of low technology. Oh, and he is also in touch with Amy via bluetooth, luckily for her; she’s clever, but I doubt she’d be able to fly the TARDIS on her own. (River Song, yes; Amy Pond, no.) (Hm: River; Pond … )
D (holding up screwdriver): Where’s the on switch for this?
Sophie: Life can seem pretty much pointless, you know Doctor – work weekend work weekend – and there’s six billion people on the planet doing pretty much the same thing.
She would, it seems, like to work with – was it orangutans? I think it was orangutans.
D: What’s stopping you? …
Well, lack of education, inertia … People asking stupid questions like “What’s stopping you” …
Craig: What’s wrong with staying here? I can’t see the point of London.
D: Well, perhaps that’s you then. Perhaps you’ll just have to stay here, secure and a little bit miserable, till the day you drop – better than trying and failing, eh?
S: You think I’ve failed?
D: Oh, everybody’s got dreams, Sophie. Very few are going to achieve them. So why pretend? Perhaps, you know, in the whole wide universe a call center is where you should be.
S: That’s horrible! Why’re you saying that?
D: Is it true?
S: Of course it’s not true! I’m not staying in a call center all my life, I can do anything I want. … Look what you did!
D: It’s a big old world, Sophie – work out what’s really keeping you here.
Right. It’s that simple.
Disgruntled because of the Doctor’s influence on Sophie – the voice of the ultimate Traveler weighed against the man who is beginning to look like his sofa, the man who said “I don’t see the point of Paris” and ditto “London” – Craig goes and touches the nastiness on his ceiling. Remember how the Doctor said not to touch it? Unsurprisingly, he was right.
The Doctor saves his life – with stewed tea, basically, just like #10 needed at the beginning … interesting …
D: I had some time to kill, I was curious, I’ve never worked in an office – never worked in anywhere.
He was a star at the planning meeting – as Craig’s representative, of course – and now is taking over Craig’s calls, and Sophie is serving him cookies. Craig is gobsmacked.
D: Hullo, Mr. Jorgensen – can you hold, I have to eat a biscuit.
– I want to use that. If I ever have a customer named Jorgensen, I’m in trouble.
Craig goes home in a daze, and lets himself into the Doctor’s room, to find the extraordinary contraption the Doctor’s built. XI comes home, talks to the cat, and Craig abruptly evicts him. ‘And Sophie’s all “Monkeys! Monkeys!” ‘Well, XI can’t leave, not yet, so he has to let Craig in on everything … which is accomplished with a couple or three impressive head-butts. Well, I guess he didn’t particularly want to kiss him like he did Reinette. Look! William Hartnell again!
I liked that several victims of the upstairs neighbor said “Help you?” Creepy. Good.
Craig is caught up now, and horrified, and noises start fromt the latest victim of upstairs – who happens to be Sophie. The two of them rush out and up to rescue whoever it is – and both shortly realize (based on the keys left in the door when she was called upstairs) just who it is, which lights a fire under them both. Then Amy, having accessed the plans to the building, stops them –
A: You can’t be upstairs, it’s a one-story building! There is no upstairs!
Instead of another recurrence of an XI line, there was, from Craig: What?? What?!
So – the neighbor upstairs is, basically, “someone’s attempt to build a TARDIS” – TARDIS used generically in place of “time machine”? Or literally? And it’s been hidden as the first floor (second for you Americans) by – wait for it … a perception filter. THERE’s the Season V recurrence.
It’s an emergency hologram for a ship that crashed, and it’s trying to get out of there, and that’s why it keeps grabbing people – to try to replace the deceased pilot. It didn’t want Craig, because he doesn’t want to go anywhere. Thanks to the Doctor and the monkeys, Sophie now does, which was why she was dragged in. Well, now the Doctor’s looking pretty good …
D: Any questions no good.
Hologram: The correct pilot has now been found.
D: Yes, I was a bit worried you were going to say that.
However, love conquers all, including memory loss when Amy finds Rory’s ring while looking for a red pen to write the note to leave to bring the Doctor to Craig’s flat… For a second I thought she might think that the Doctor was going to propose, but she suddenly had a flash. She may not know what, who, she’s remembering, but she’s remembering something.
And there’s a crack behind Craig’s fridge.
I liked it; I laughed, I … well, didn’t cry, but pondered; I enjoyed the writing and the acting and kind of wish this had been the episode before Vincent (except for that ending with the ring), because this would have had a better tone, in a way. Maybe.
And now I don’t know whether to seek out and watch the last two episodes of the season, or sit tight and wait for On Demand … After that there will be a drought until Christmas – well, no, some time after Christmas for us poor benighted colonists… Only a hundred sixty-odd days till they get it …
Anyway. I’m happy about the redecoration of the console chamber:
And someone pointed out the weird painting in Craig’s hall, so I took a screencap and lightened it up and holy mackerel, it is weird…
And …. This was quite interesting:
Fairy Tale arc of Season V
As opposed to “proper painters” like Gainsborough.
The Mysterious Mr. Quin
The Duchess cleared her throat.
“It seems quite easy to be an artist nowadays,” she observed witheringly. “There’s no attempt to copy things. You just shovel on some paint – I don’t know what with, not a brush, I’m sure –”
“Palette knife,” said Naomi, smiling broadly once more.
“A good deal at a time,” continued the Duchess. ”In lumps. And there you are! Everyone says ‘How clever!’ Well, I’ve no patience with that sort of thing. Give me –”
“A nice picture of a dog and a horse by Edward Lanseer.”
“And why not?” demanded the Duchess. “What’s wrong with Landseer?”
“Nothing,” said Naomi. “He’s all right. And you’re all right. The tops of things are always nice and shiny and smooth. I respect you, Duchess; you’ve got force; you’ve met life fair and square and you’ve come out on top. But the people who are underneath see the under side of things. And that’s interesting in a way.”
The Duchess stared at her.
“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about,” she declared.
Vincent and the Doctor
I had to think about this one for a while, obviously. I watched it on the Sunday night after the All-Starr Band concert, and it deflated me completely… which isn’t to say I didn’t love it. I need to say right off that I did. I just don’t do well with having my heart broken so very often. Rory just died (and disappeared). While a light-hearted romp would have been wrong, I could have done without crying again.
The most important thing to say about “Vincent and the Doctor” is that Tony Curran was brilliant. Brilliant, brilliant casting –
Shockingly good, physically. For him to be a brilliant actor to boot is … cake. This was his episode – we and the TARDIS two were only visiting.
(Between this and my gushing about Alex Wong and Twitch on the main blog, I’m giving the word “brilliant” a workout. It’s nice when there are things that deserve it.)
I took no notes at all the first time I watched, just … sat there; I had to watch it again. And had to stop after the creature was killed… I just couldn’t face the rest of it right then. (Obviously, in the end I took rather a lot of notes, so this comes with the usual warning for me: I don’t write ’em short… ) Read the rest of this entry »
OK – so here’s the thing. I’m beginning to come around to a theory about Doctor Who, based on little more than instinct and a few facts that seem to have clicked together, and other people’s opinions on the ‘net – and I really hate it. So I’m writing it down so that over the next month as it is proved right or wrong I can either be happily embarrassed, or bitterly justified, in all or in part.
It’s sparked, in part, by comments I’ve seen out in the ‘verse that Amy Pond is not real, or is some sort of … part of the Doctor, formed in some annoying fashion during his regeneration, or something – along with her village and her fiance and everything else. I don’t know exactly what the theories are, because I rolled my eyes and skipped those posts. I thought it was stupid.
Now I’m not so sure.
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Aw, hell. I shouldn’t write this now. It’s late, for one thing, and I’m unhappy for another. But:
Given that title, and given that spoilerific picture on the BBC website (blast them), I didn’t have a good feeling about this. We have recap of the previous episode, and then opening titles, and then: Earth.
This is the story of our planet, Earth, of the day a thousand years past when we came to share it with a race known as humanity. It is the story of the Doctor, who helped our races find common ground, and of the terrible losses he suffered. It is the story of our past, and must never be forgotten.
“Terrible losses”? Plural? Ohhhh… damn.
(And that’s IT – I don’t care how many pictures I can find there, I am NOT going back to the BBC website until after I’ve seen every bloody episode -and probably not then because it still won’t be safe because they’ll work very hard at spoiling the next lot of episodes. “Goodbye Amy”?? Well, the hell with you too.)
I have a few quotes written down, but I don’t feel like typing them, not even the celery one. Nor do I feel like using pictures – I didn’t see any of the important bits. The Doctor and Nasreen discover that the endless-looking cityscape they stumbled on isn’t as bad as they (or she, at least, and we) thought it was, because most of the inhabitants are still asleep. The Doctor decides to try going in the front door, and is very shortly gassed. The medical-type Silurian who was just about to dissect Amy is called away to deal with the new prisoners, and Amy, having picked his pocket and gotten the device that unlocks the shackles, frees Mo and they set off to try to escape. Within a minute they come across Mo’s son Elliott, in apparent suspended animation, and can’t get him out, so Mo’s plan is to go get weapons and the white-coated lizard guy and make him free Elliott.
Meanwhile, the Doctor and Nasreen are taking up pretty much where Amy and Mo left off, except the Doctor doesn’t take well to the decontamination procedure, not being human, and … oh, so on.
Meanwhile, upstairs, the captive Silurian – Alaya (the same actress, Neve McIntosh, also played her sister Restac – beautifully similar but not identical makeup, I wasn’t sure it was the same woman) taunts the ones holding her – Rory, Tony Mack, and Ambrose (and seriously, why is a woman named Ambrose??) – until Ambrose shows the true colors already glimpsed in the first episode (when the Doctor had to talk her out of her weapons cache, which she never did put away like he asked – nicely): weak and incompetent belatedly protective mum. (Sorry – not planning on being nice to her any time soon.) Alaya said one of them was going to kill her, and she knew who it would be – and she fulfilled her own prophecy by pushing Ambrose’s buttons (the gard’s name in Ballykissangel is Ambrose. He’s a man. Just sayin’) until Ambrose tasers her to death. Oops. I didn’t mean to. Stupid cow.
Down below, things progress apace, with the Doctor talking non-stop until it has some effect – and the white-coated Silurian shows up just as Restac is about to start a-killin’ folk, with someone in tow who must be important because he’s wearing robes. And for the rest of the episode, the white-coat – Malohkeh – is adorable and cuddly, and occasionally sad-eyed, and – wait. Isn’t this the same fellow who earlier dissected Mo? ALIVE?? Yeah, thought so. The Doctor proclaims that he rather loves him. Here, not so much. Sorry – I have a little trouble reconciling “planning on hurting every human in sight to death” to “look how sweet he is because he loves the wittle childwen”.
I am cranky, aren’t I.
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The Hungry Earth (first view)
See? We told you too much drilling was a bad idea.
So, the Doctor promises to take Amy and Rory to Rio (year unspecified). He misses, a bit … Now, I know he (X) managed to take Rose and Martha and Donna and all various places, though he missed occasionally; he did hit the London Olympics on target. Why is it that since this last regen, he can’t seem to hit the broad side of a continent? Or a century? I mean, Cwmtaff, South Wales, 2020 is not the equivalent of Rio, at any time of year … It has its own loveliness, though, even a bit ravaged:
There is a lovely scene of a father (Moe) reading with his son (Elliot), or trying to; we find out later the reason Elliot would rather listen to his books than read them. The only reason this scene isn’t lovely is that anyone who’s watched any amount of Doctor Who begins to have a premonition about ten seconds into any sweet moment that at least one person involved in this bit of character exposition will be dead in a minute or five. Moe is a miner, and almost late for work; when he gets there he finds that the day shift has set a record, drilling down deeper into the earth than anyone ever has before: 21 thousand kilometres. Woo. The day shift goes on home, and Moe settles in with his book (The Gruffalo, if I saw the title right – aw!) – – until all sorts of alarms and bells and whistles go off. And a couple of minutes later (in a suitably creepy moment) he’s sucked into the earth.
Enter the Doctor and company (Companions), expecting – well, “Behold, Rio!” Instead, they have 2020 Wales, with bits of blue grass and the ground feels funny, to the Doctor at least. And a moment of weirdness where Amy and Rory wave at … Amy and Rory, across a field. The Doctor won’t let them go meet themselves, due to you can’t do that – “Humans – you’re so nostalgic!” – but you can’t expect me to believe 2020 Amy and Rory were visiting Wales just to catch a glimpse of their younger selves.
As the Doctor loves a “big mining thing”, they’re going to go check it out – but first Rory realizes that Amy has on her engagement ring – and that won’t do. What if she loses it? He takes it back into the TARDIS while Amy goes off to catch up to the Doctor, and thereby, in retaining the ring, loses Amy – for a while, at least. Poor Rory. Can’t he just get to go to Rio and enjoy himself?
The Doctor is faced with a fenced-in area, with a posted sign: Restricted Access; No Unauthorized Personnel. To the Doctor, signs like this carry the invisible postscript “Oh, except for you, of course, Doctor”.
Amy: That is breaking and entering!
Doctor: What did I break? Sonicking and entering, totally different.
And thus did River Song verb the sonic screwdriver, and it stuck.
I thought this was interesting: the Doctor sticks a few blades of grass in his mouth, trying another taste test, and spits them back out again like a two-year-old with a spoonful of mashed carrots – or a tenth-regeneration Time Lord with an apple (or yogurt, or bacon, or beans, or bread and butter) – – “Oh, please – have you always been this disgusting?” “No, that’s recent.” Heh.
While Rory is off being mistaken for some sort of CSI (“Next week, on CSI: TARDIS…”) and exploring graves which Moe’s wife (Ambrose? Really?) and son have become concerned may be, well, eating the bodies buried there, the others are getting into trouble…
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Amy’s Choice – re-recap with more quotes and whatnot
I don’t usually do two posts about the same episode, but this was very much exceptional. (And if I tack on the next episode to the end, it will be exceptionally long, even for me. So.)
I still, mostly, hated it – except for the parts I really loved. Except-ional.
Over scenes of bucolic peace there is the sound of a ticking clock. We then see Amy, very pregnant, in her really very cute kitchen stirring something in a mixing bowl. She experiences what she believes are labor pains, and hollers for Rory – who, beponytailed, comes pedaling home on his bike. By the time he gets inside, though, she’s fine – after all, she’s never done this before, so she doesn’t know what to expect. Makes sense, actually, even if it does give “her boys” grey hairs.
The Doctor arrives, landing in her garden; Amy, of course, recognizes the sound of the TARDIS (with the brake on), though Rory’s response is “I know – leaf blowers! Use a rake!” When he rushes out the Doctor cries out “Rory!” much as he did on spotting him at the bachelor party. I wonder – is this because he’s genuinely glad to see him (he was at the bachelor party, as he was briefly worried he was in the wrong cake – again), or because he’s overcompensating for not being all that glad? Or is it just because it’s kind of fun to bellow “Rory!” (Try it. Don’t forget the accent.)
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Amy’s Choice – written by Simon Nye
Oh. Dear. On this one I’m divided. Half of me hated it, and half of me admired it greatly. And even the half that hated it only hated it because it cut too deep, and too close to the bone. One question first – has the companion-actor’s name ever been featured before the title along with the Doctor-actor’s? Amy/Karen Gillan’s is (though Rory/Arthur Darvill’s is not).
Amy and Rory in their very cute kitchen hear a familiar sound – well, familiar to Amy; Rory: “- Leafblowers! Get a rake!” – as the Doctor materializes in a quiet – very quiet (too quiet) village of Leadworth. The difference in their reactions to the sound is perfect. He is more surprised than most viewers (who, after all, saw the previews) at Amy’s girth.
Doctor: Well, I wanted to see how you were – you know me, I don’t just *abandon* people when they leave the TARDIS. (line here I couldn’t catch even by rerunning it five times and turning it up louder each time) (*goodsearch* Ah!) This Time Lord’s for life. You don’t get rid of your old pal the Doctor that easily!
Amy: You came here by mistake, didn’t you?
Doctor: Bit of a mistake, yeah. But look, what a result! Look at this nice … bench. What a nice bench. What will they think of next?
On the surface, this is at least the second great thumping whopper to come out of 11’s mouth, the first being the whole Prime Directive spiel in “The Beast Below”. To quote himself, what’s with that? One thing about 10, he saw himself quite clearly – and was quite hard on what he saw. (“Sweet, maybe. Passionate, I suppose. But don’t ever mistake me for nice.”) The number of ex-Companions he ever sees again went up quite a lot during the 10 years, but that’s mainly because Rose tried her hand at saving the world(s), and because he accidentally ran into Sarah Jane, and so forth. So – is he fibbing to make himself feel better, to put on a good front for Amy and Rory, or does he really believe what he’s saying?
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Episode written by Toby Whithouse, who also wrote “School Reunion”. There are some superficial similarities here, but … On surface, this was a great episode. The Doctor, er, arrives at Rory’s bachelor party (“Could someone let her in and give her a jumper?”), partly because of the snogging incident last episode, and partly because once you’ve traveled space and time your outlook changes – and if they’re going to get married, it would help if Rory (the lovely Arthur Darvill) had the same point of view available to him as Amy. So off they go on a “date”, to – I didn’t write down the year? 1480? (ETA: “Venice, 1580”) Lovely, romantic, perfect. Except for the small fact of something very strange about Signora Calvieri’s school…
Rory! That’s a relief – I thought I’d burst out of the wrong cake. Again. That reminds me, there’s a girl standing outside in a bikini, could someone let her in and give her a jumper? Lucy – lovely girl – (whispers for some reason) Diabetic. Now then. Rory (claps) we need to talk about your fiancee. (Rory ducks his head, laughing, embarrassed) She tried to kiss me. (There is a gasp from the crowd.) Tell you what, though, you’re a lucky man – she’s a great kisser. (Someone drops a glass) (pause) Funny how you can say something in your head and it sounds fine…
Life out there, it dazzles. I mean, it blinds you to the things that are important. I’ve seen it devour relationships. (>spark!<) It’s meant to do that. Because for one person to have seen all that, to taste the glory, and then go back – it will tear you apart. So I’m sending you somewhere. Together. … Think of it as a wedding present. Because frankly it’s either that or tokens.
(Only thing is, if this was meant as, as Amy put it, a date, why didn’t he drop them off and go in a different direction? Talk (as they will in the next episode) about gooseberry …)
(ETA: I just corrected a typo in that quote, but I have to note it because it’s so stupidly apropos: “will teat you apart”. Heh.)
Doctor: It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it – tiny box, huge room inside, what’s that about? Let me explain –
Rory: It’s another dimension.
Doctor: It’s basically another dim- what?
Rory: After what happened with Prisoner Zero, I’ve been reading up on all the latest scientific theories. FTL travel, parallel universes …
Doctor: I like the bit when someone says it’s bigger on the inside. I always look forward to that.
— I hope they do some capitalizing on Rory’s intelligence, and the fact that he’s swotted up. This was interesting, because it was something of a challenge to the Doctor in a few directions. Rory wasn’t overtly impressed by the TARDIS, and gypped the Doctor out of the chance to wow him. Kinda sets the tone for the relationship …
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