Tuesday, 27 October 2020
Time is Relative - The Android Invasion
Tuesday, 20 October 2020
Time is Relative - The Pyramids of Mars
Well if it isn't you, with all your hair and face and loveliness. Welcome, once more, to my half remembered ramble through the history of Doctor Who. This week, the Pyramids! Of Maaaaaars!
This story finds Doctor Who peering out from under his hat to see if anyone has noticed how unusual he's being.
People are not paying enough attention to him, so he's putting a lot of effort into being extra weird and alien. Apparently the massive scarf and nonsensical hat aren't enough to signal "Look out, here comes someone with one heck of a personality." So he's thrown "moody sulking" into the mix.
The story, when finally Doctor Who deigns to glance its way, is very exciting. This guy, in the super excellent fez, lives in a house full of Egypt stuff and and maybe is Egyptian himself, even though they all live in England for some reason.
I like how casual he is about it all. If I get a new poster on the wall I basically spend all day hopping up and down waiting for someone to comment on it. But this guy is all "Yeah, I've got a massive sarcophagus in my lounge. It's no biggie."
It all kicks off big time when - hurray! - some giant evil Egyptian Mummies burst out of the woods and start murdering everyone.
These are a truly excellent design and look very much like they mean business. I think even a Cyberman would do a gasp if he saw these two lumbering out of the dark. He'd think, "I know I don't have any emotions, but I also know that Cybermen aren't meant to wee in their suits, and I've definitely done that."
The Mummies are chasing this guy. He was just wandering around near the house, and now he's having to run away before he gets hit to death by the Mummies.
I don't know why they're so keen to kill him. Maybe they're just angry, because they've woken up confused, like wasps. "Why are we in England? Why am I covered in bandages? What's going on?"
The guy has fooled the mummies, by the cunning plan of standing next to a tree. This has totally foxed the Mummies, and they are absolutely at a loss what to do next.
I think the guy is meant to be a poacher. I've never come across these characters except
a) being murdered by aliens in Doctor Who and
b) selling eels to Withnail and I.
As I understand it, they are some kind of wood dwelling vagabond. This one has quite snappy dress sense, though, I think, for someone who lives in a ditch.
Soon the Mummies catch the poacher guy, and squash him to death between their angular bosoms.
It will later transpire that the Mummes are really robots. I can only assume, then, that these strange, protruding chest things are specifically designed for slicing off people's heads. Otherwise... I mean, what's the thinking? Who designs a big killer evil Mummy thing, and then gives it a giant triangular chest?
Or are they... are they meant to look sexy? Is that why the poacher looks so distraught? He's thinking, "I hope they kill me before anyone sees us and thinks we're friends."
Doctor Who and Sarah eventually turn up and start to dick about with all the Egypt things. They haven't even bothered to find out what's going on, they just think "Oh look, someone's doing something - let's fiddle with it and break things and move stuff and put it somewhere else."
What if it's a nice thing, Doctor Who? What if it's a surprise birthday party and you've ruined it? What if the poacher guy was a heroin smuggler, and the Mummies are just two really unorthodox cops who don't play by the rules?
Meanwhile, these two guys are having an argument. They are brothers, so this isn't too unusual. This isn't like that argument I had with my brother, though, which ended with me pulling off Boba Fett's head and laughing while he cried. No.
This one basically goes:
Pathetic Moustache Brother: "Why are you being so weird and murdery since you got back from that Mysterious Tomb in Egypt?"
Cadaverous Clearly Evil Brother: "Why do you prattle so, puny human? I mean... nothing's wrong, I've just been driving all day. How's mum?"
He murders him, obviously.
Meanwhile, in space, this guy is watching everything and going, "Yeah!" He's the main bad guy, and he's called Sutekh. He lives on this chair, and he's been stuck there for ages because, years ago, he was a massively evil space-jerk and all his friends ganged up on him and stuck him to a chair forever.
All the stuff with the Mummies and Egypt is his idea. He wants to get off the chair, and so he keeps shouting things like, "Do my bidding!" and "Make evil happen!" and "Kill more poachers!"
Apparently this will help.
The Mummies build a big space rocket. At least that's what they tell everyone. It doesn't really resemble a rocket at all, does it? This would explain why they are all standing in such defensive 'hard man' stances, as if daring anyone to say, "Why have you built a big vinyl tent in the garden? Are you having a pretend festival?"
I think it's meant to go to Mars, and set Sutekh free, or something. If it destroys... something... then he... gets out of the chair. I'll be honest, I've never really paid much attention to what's happening. It's all too exciting and scary for me to properly settle.
Evil Cadaverous Brother turns out to have the rather mundane job of bossing the Mummies about. You can tell that he's a bit deflated by this. He was clearly expecting bigger things from his job as Villainous Ghoul than 'supervise the efficient loading of a rubbish looking rocket, on schedule and without damaging the original wood flooring of the house."
He's a good villain, but he needs some underlings that he can yell sarcastic insults at. The Mummies have excellent upper body strength, but they don't really listen, so it's impossible to make them sad.
Kaboom! Shoot!
I don't know what Doctor Who has been up to in this story, but it's clearly not much. For all the difference Doctor Who has made, this might as well be called "The Amazing Sutekh Show - episode five, Everyone Nice Gets Horribly Killed".
Sarah has clearly had enough, and has found herself a massive gun. It was only a matter of time, really, before she tired of Doctor Who's idiosyncratic approach to evil. "Ooh, let's talk to it. Let's wave jelly babies in its face. Let's try to see the good in it until it dies of shame! Let's press a button and hope it makes the story end for no reason."
Tuesday, 13 October 2020
Time is Relative - Planet of Evil
Good evening one and all. It's time for another erratic journey into the adventures of Doctor Who.
It's a typical evening in the TARDIS for Doctor Who and his lovely companion Sarah Jane Smith. They appear to be experiencing rather different levels of fun, don't they?
I don't know what Doctor Who has got his eye on, but it's clearly the best thing he has ever seen in his entire life. He's laughing like a madman, which can only mean that he's discovered somewhere incredibly dangerous and weird, and he's about to ask Sarah if they can go and play there please.
Sarah will probably say yes. She increasingly resembles a young mother who is running out of ways to keep her toddler occupied. Any distraction is welcome at this point - even a planet literally made of Evil.
After landing on the planet, Doctor Who and Sarah do an explore and discover a big pool of Definitely Evil Stuff.
It's quite pleasing that they do all their playing out together these days. In the old days, Doctor Who would wander off from his companions almost instantly and they would be forced to have their own adventures until he remembered they existed and came to find them. Nowadays everyone tends to stick together all the time - mostly because this version of Doctor Who simply cannot be trusted to go out unsupervised.
For example, it is very clear here that Doctor Who is seriously considering jumping into the pool to see what happens. Sarah is calmly explaining, yet again, that responsible adults don't spend all their time jumping into pools of Evil and what if it turns out to lead to another dimension? Has he even thought about that?
After a while, a Plot happens. Some quite dull Space Guys come along, and start moaning about how the planet is full of terrible invisible monsters or something, and all their friends are dying.
The guy in the middle is not, as his appearance would suggest, a director of low budget specialist erotica. Rather, he is some sort of Space Scientist. He wants to do lots of experiments and tamper with nature and all that. The incredibly old man on the left is saying, "Let's not tamper with nature and all that, because if we do, we will all definitely die."
Doctor Who has completely zoned out, as you can see. He is not interested even one bit in their problems. He's had loads of adventures that are about a million times as exciting as this, and these guys haven't even had the good grace to capture him and attach electrodes to his brain and accuse him of being a spy. Stupid boring space guys.
This is an excellent picture of Sarah Jane, isn't it? She's ever so well lit, and looks like she's having all the emotions.
I can't remember what she's looking at. Maybe the Planet of Evil has possessed her or something? That happens to Sarah a lot. Barely a day goes past where some kind of alien intelligence doesn't leap into her mind and tell her to murder everybody she meets.
At least, that's what Sarah tells everyone. Luckily for her, the villain is generally dead at the end of the story, and doesn't have chance to refute her oh-so-convenient alibi. "Possess her? No. I can't possess people. What's she said?"
Doctor Who has found a quite lovely Space Jungle, and is having fun exploring it. It's very colourful, and makes all sorts of weird noises. Also there's an enjoyable Invisible Death Beast thing floating around somewhere.
Usually Doctor Who loves this sort of thing, and can be found grinning like a lunatic as everyone is horribly killed all over the place. But he seems a bit sombre today, doesn't he? I think it's because there isn't a proper villain in this one.
He likes a villain does Doctor Who. They take everything very seriously and so they are very easy to wind up. This jungle is mysterious and a bit evil, but it's all rather abstract. You can't make trees cry, no matter how many times you veer off into another non-sequitur.
Eventually... well I'll be honest I can't quite remember. I think it turns out that the Planet of Evil is cross with the Space Guys, because they tried to steal some anti-matter, or something. Everyone has to decide if they want to a) steal the anti-matter and get sucked into another universe and die horribly or b) don't.
It's not massively involving, and you can kind of tell by the way everyone is reacting. Doctor Who and Sarah Jane look a bit concerned, but only about as much as you would be if you'd heard someone famous had died, but you kind of thought they'd died years ago, and now you're confused about how sad to be.
The Space Guys, meanwhile, are approaching the dilemma with all the drama of a quiz team trying to remember who played James Bond in the most films, Sean Connery or Roger Moore, and not able to agree whether to include 'Never Say Never Again.'
In the end, I think they choose to not die, and give the anti-matter back. Doctor Who has not had a very satisfying experience.
Cheer up, Doctor Who. Now you can say you defeated a whole Planet of Evil.
Just don't go into detail.
Want more? The previous story - Terror of the Zygons - is here!
Thursday, 1 October 2020
Mother Foucault
It's National Poetry Day, so here's a poem. If you don't enjoy poetry, please pretend it is a pie or some nice new socks or something.
Mother Foucault
I’m a poem for you
and I’m self referential
I’m inclined to a half rhyme
To avoid the appearance of being
Too reverential
It’s a difficult trick to step out of convention
To express heartfelt interest in
Your form and your content
Without becoming entranced by the means of production
Without losing myself to
A kind of seduction.
The language of romance
Is the means, not the end
All my rhythms and rhymes are just
Tricks to pretend I have
Said something new,
Gone beyond semiotics
Found a way to communicate
Feelings and knowledge
Outside of the constraints of regular discourse.
And Foucault would tell us that’s not how it works
He’d laugh at our ideas and he’d tell us we’re jerks
And he’d say, “There’s no finding a path to the end.
- There’s only the moment of starting again”
And he’s right, that old guy, with his postmodern gaze,
There’s no end to the writing, even though I try hard
To avoid the cliches, we’ll just have to make do
With this constant renewal
And trust that the burning of draft after draft,
Is creating the fuel, and renewing the flame
So it never runs out
And it’s never the same
And we misunderstand
And we stand
By the window frame