The Master’s back! And so is Russell!
Yes, after last week’s surprisingly gripping Utopia, Russell T Davies is on writing duties again to pen the first of the two-part Doctor Who series finale, ‘The Sound of Drums’. There’s the Master, The Doctor, Captain Jack, Martha Jones, Sharon Osborne, McFly, Ann Widdecombe, and a load of balls. Yes, a load of balls. I don’t care if it’s an easy joke, I’m going to say it anyway: how totally appropriate.
It’s like Russell looked back over the third series, saw how good it had been, and decided to make up for it with 45 minutes of nightmare television. Let’s get the good out the way first: the reference to jelly babies that actually had me punching the air (yes, I’m a fanboy) and the shots of Gallifrey. If nothing else, for 30 breathtaking seconds, tonight’s Doctor Who was hauntingly beautiful. Oh, and Tennant was great. It seems even Russell’s scripts can no longer hide his acting chops. I can only hope he stays on when RTD leaves at the end of series 4.
And so to the bad. Take a deep breath and hold on tight, it’s going to be a bumpy ride…
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG!!!!!
The opening that should have picked up straight from the previous episode, instead of flashing back: it actually destroyed the pace, instead of enhancing it. Think of the boost the episode would have gotten from diving straight into our heroes trapped in the future with the Future Kind (Oh! Well I never! was there ever a cat so clever as…) closing in. And the teleporter get out was lame.
John Simm was much less panto than last week, but was still too schizophrenic. He’s a bloody amazing actor so I’m pinning this one firmly on the script and direction.
The videos of Sharon Osborne, McFly and Ann Widdecombe praising Saxon: a) cringe worthy, b) unnecessary and c) will totally date the episode. Not that that will matter much seeing as anyone with taste will never be watching it again.
The death of the reporter. For a moment, there was a danger it could have been scary. Well, never fear, RTD is here, ready to deflate tension and drama in a single bound. The opening and closing of the door to cut the screams was silly, pointless and painful to watch. Not the most painful moment thought, that’s still to come. I can hardly wait.
Small thing, but bullets aren’t supposed to bounce off regular cars. And yes, they did hit the car because someone rigged spark effects to imply bullets ricocheting.
Jumping ahead a little, but our heroes spent a lot of the episode running or sneaking around, when apparently Jack’s ‘get out of everything’ watch is also a teleporter. Why did no one mention this earlier when it might have been some use?
What the hell is ‘Cloudbase’ from Captain Scarlet doing in the show!? And the rift from Star Trek: Generations?!
The sonic laser. Oh for goodness sake, is that the best you can do? Take someone else’s concept and make a pale imitation. Oooo, nice opportunity to take a wider dig at RTD there. Shall I, or would that be mean?
And now we come to the pinnacle of this overblown monstrosity: Voodoo Child. I know some reviewers out there are going to claim this is the genius of RTD, counterpointing horror and comedy to create something even more chilling. Now, even the great Joss (cue angelic choir) can’t always get this balance right, and RTD is no Joss. Well, he managed to get half way there tonight: watching the Prime Minister’s wife jigging along to a dance track while we watch a repeat of the second season invasion finale (and first season too now I come to think of it) certainly made me scream…
And the best thing is, there’s still another episode to go. If you’re in London next Saturday evening and hear an ear piercing cry of agony, you’ll know it’s 7.59pm precisely.