Cold War.



TV When you’ve been a Doctor Who fan for long enough, you begin to see patterns, patterns in narrative perhaps which is something we'll talk about in a moment, but also patterns in production. As is often the case when a Doctor Who excutive producer is a few years into their tenure and looking and sounding a bit raggedy around the edges in interviews, talk turns to who’ll be replacing them. Various names have been proposed lately for Steven's replacement.  Toby Whithouse, Phil Ford or god help us Chris Chibnall (whose stock has risen in the past six weeks thanks to six episodes of Broadchurch) (no I haven’t seen it) (no spoilers purlease). Personally I’d prefer Neil Gaiman, the Douglas Adams of the modern era, but he’s unlikely to want to have to deal with the bullshit which comes with the job.

Enter Mark Gatiss, the next executive producer of Doctor Who. During the preview of Cold War in the party newsletter, he mentions that he was at Cardiff and on set for much of the shoot whilst simultaneously writing for his next one The Crimson Horror. “For the first time in my life I’ve had a sort of office job” he says whilst reminding us he’s around the set of Sherlock quite a lot too, being co-executive producer on that. Looking across the history of the show, this is exactly the procedure, new producers and script editors shadowing their predecessors while they learn the ropes before deciding to torch them and make new ones. He's like a man who’s in the process of getting used to an immense job, and like Davies and Moffat before him, one that he’s been building towards his entire life.

He’s also turning out scripts like Cold War and last year's Night Terrors. Of all the writers, everyone is able to sum up what a Gatiss story will be like, mostly because he tends to have turned out similar things across his Who writing career, oscillating between Victoriana and post-WWII nostalgia. Which is a tad unfair because when writing novels, he was also paying homage to his favourite eras of Doctor Who, notably in Last of the Gaderene (also had the distinction of being plugged when The League of Gentlemen appeared on Danny Baker’s radio show at a time when the existence of the merchandise was anathema to BBC mainstream broadcasting). But the point is we tend to always know what to expect with Gatiss, even if we all have our own idea of what that this.

Cold War (and Night Terrors) looks like Gatiss trying to show he’s quite capable of doing other things, that if he took over the show it wouldn’t all look like The Unquiet Dead or as he indicated during his contribution to the classic Wilderness Years roundtable in Doctor Who Magazine, an Earthbound Pertwee-alike, he is capable of producing a fairly generic piece of Who of the kind a head writer has to turn out beyond the stuff they’re otherwise used to doing or really interested in. Take his name off The Idiots Lantern and you could certainly make a pretty accurate guess that it’s by him. Take his name off Cold War and you wouldn’t necessarily immediately assumesame. But because we know it is a Mark Gatiss script we immediately start looking for familiar elements anyway.

There is still a smattering of nostalgia. Different time period perhaps, the 1980s, and generally on the fringes in prop terms. But it is a rare example of an non-contemporary television adventure set roughly within the production era of the programme (not including stories set in the future like The Tenth Planet). Without checking the TARDIS Datacore, I can only think of Remembrance of the Daleks and Father's Day. After consulting AHistory and Twitter (thanks everyone), I’m reminded of The Impossible Astronaut and to an extent Blink. Perhaps Mawdryn Undead and The Eleventh Hour but they were still within the same generation and not “historical” in this sense, in the sense of setting a story in a different historical period for the purposes of commenting upon it.  Only Remembrance and now this.

Cold War would never have been made in the Davison era. Not quite. Warriors of the Deep covers similar ground but it’s firmly set in the future. I like this new approach and it’s set to continue with next week’s story Hide, set in November 1974, a week or so after I was born. But it is another quirk of the franchise that a man who owns a time machine largely experiences this period in chronological order, rarely doubling back, the production team of the 80s uninterested in setting a story even a decade or two earlier, living memory not deemed a budgetarily pointless move which is strange considering this is a kids show and to youngsters even a decade earlier feels like the olden days. Then again, during the 70s, the production team were trying to pretend that it wasn’t so Pertwee was unlikely to make a return visit to the Inferno Club creating a fix point.

Perhaps I’m ruminating on this because even though I lived through it, this version of 1983 still feels like a historical period. I was nine and didn’t even know there was a cold war on, barely cognisant of the Falklands War the year before thanks to all the union jacks in neighbours windows. Setting the piece in a relatively alien environment for most humans, the impeccably recreated Russian submarine interior and the stunning CGI plunge through the ice to greet Mike Tucker's prop Russian submarine exterior (a prop!) both introducing an extra distancing effect. But still not as distancing as the moment in Oxfam yesterday when I was buying the TARGET novelisation of Time-Flight and the student behind the counter looked at the cover and said, “It’s weird seeing him as the Doctor when he was young.” No it bloody well isn’t, I didn’t reply.

As well as the 80s, Cold War is another homage for this 50th anniversary series to the Troughton years of the 60s, particular the monstery season five, which also featured the Great Intelligence and remodelled Cybermen. In all of these stories (I think) the Doctor turns up at a moment of crisis brought on by the appearance of some alien entity, then has to convince the locals, usually in some base or other, that they’re just the people to help sort it out. Watching, coincidentally The Ice Warriors this morning, I was struck by just how closely the model has been followed since, either unconsciously due to the subliminal memory of the writer or oh so very consciously as here. As in that story, during Cold War the Doctor gets most of the crew onside when he offers them some information he couldn’t possibly know that quickly.

In the opening scenes of Cold War, the axis is in place: David Warner’s Professor Grosenko, the scientist who sees the Doctor as a kindred spirit, a mirror and so has absolute belief in him (though he’s a relatively ambiguous figure for reasons we’ll talk about in a minute). Tobias Menzies’s Lieutenant, arrogant, self serving, paranoid, assumes the Doctor must be bad news from the start (he’s usually the reason the Doctor ends up in a cell but there wasn’t time for that here). Finally Liam Cunningham’s Captain, whose belief oscillates between the two depending on how well everyone is doing. Notice how, once Menzies is offed, the Doctor’s given much greater responsibility for the fate of the ship. That happens a lot too, though in a classic story, that figure’s usually buggering around for at least four episodes first.

Gatiss knows all of this, which is why he’s using it, just as this is oh so very consciously a base under siege story. He’s also looking outside of the franchise to other versions of that format especially Alien as a way of killing off the human fodder on the base from above and The Abyss or even 2010 and how they injected an alien influence into this particular geo-political soup. Which sounds like me trying to say that this wasn’t the most original of Doctor Who stories, and in truth my main criticism of the piece is that, with one or two exceptions, there isn’t one section of it which couldn’t largely be predicted ahead in some form. Not that there’s necessarily anything wrong with that exactly, but it is surprising (?) to see this version of the show being quite so trad, so far from gonzo infused madness.

Which isn't to say it's not a very good episode.  It is a very good episode for what it was, Gatiss working the playbook to his advantage within the brevity of the running time, utilising the Doctor's knowledge to underscore just how dangerous this example of the Ice Warrior race supposedly is before setting him loose in a confined space.  Director Douglas Mackinnon bathes his submarine set in the customary red familiar from Crimson Tide and The Hunt for Red October which cleverly diffused the bright green of the Ice Warrior in and out of his armour keeping his reveal for as long as possible (Mat Irvine probably loves this) ("That's what we should have done with the Myrka...") (I feel like I've done that joke before).  Jenna-Louise also shows us her bedraggled fear, her wide-eyed reaction to not knowing what's going on, pure Newt from Aliens.  ("Ripley!") ("Ripley!").

Which brings us back to the shifty old professor. It’s great to see David Warner finally in television Who after all these years as a Big Finish regular (just this month as the antagonist in the Fourth Doctor adventures) but his character has an ambiguity. Like Arden in The Ice Warriors, Grosenko’s pulled a preserved specimen from the ice, and knows perfectly well it isn’t a pre-historic beast, at least that’s how it seems at the beginning. It’s almost as though an earlier draft of the piece had him as the KGB equivalent of the Paul Reiser’s Weyland-Yutani representative from Aliens but the need for some Hartnellesque fuddy-duddery led to all that being lost, the darkness being given to Tobias Menzies’s Lieutenant. I don’t know. Beautifully played, but something didn’t quite add up about Grosenko.

Not that that the Doctor notices. Someone on Twitter earlier suggested Matt Smith is phoning it in now and I don’t think that’s true at all. I think it’s just that he’s reached that moment that comes to all Doctor actors, some quicker than others, when they’ve grown to understand the parameters of the role and what their version of the character is “like”. Eccleston was there in Rose. Tennant was there in Casanova. Troughton wobbled initially but was in full flow once his double act with Frazer Hines flourished. Tom came and went. Colin wasn’t comfortable until he was on audio for some reason. There’s also a moment when the writers begin to write for that actor’s strength, which either means they’re less challenged or have to work doubly hard to keep it fresh.

He’s also in transition. He’s a professional actor, obviously, but having built up chemistry with Karen and Arthur and all evidence shows they were very close, he’s essentially having to find his feet again with someone else which has either barely happened before in the show's history, or happened well.  Arguably, Hartnell went into decline after the initial team had all gone. Troughton left with Frazer and Wendy. Pertwee decided to leave when the UNIT family became displaced. Tom soldiered because he had that kind of personality. Davison gave it three years because Pat told him to. Colin was shoved but was with Nicola Bryant for his entire tenure. McCoy and Aldred are still inseparable. Friendships stick on and off screen and I realise I’m straying off actually talking about tonight’s episode but I think the point needs to be made. Give him time.

Matt was at least given something brand new to work with, the first appearance of an Ice Warrior sans armour and unfortunately from the moment his massive claws fixed themselves around the Lieutent’s skull my thoughts turned to xenosexuality and to Stacy Townsend whom connoisseurs of the Eighth Doctor’s adventures will know is the only known human in the Whoniverse to have married an Ice Warrior, Ssard, both of them companion to him in Gary Russell’s Radio Times comic strips before their wedding his novel Placebo Effect. As I recall, Gary keeps their privacy and rather pointedly glosses over the interspecies aspects of their relationship, so it was quite surprising, at least to me, to start wondering about that while Skaldak went about threatening and murdering the crew of the submarine.

But those claws are unexpected, the rest of him perhaps less so, other than the disappointment of Skaldak being created in CGI and CGI which isn't much more sophisticated in articulation than Cassandra, albeit with more dimensions. Meanwhile I was quickly going over in my head the mechanics of Ssard’s friendship with the Doctor and his relationship with Stacy. Cold War suggests he musn’t have removed his armour at all while he was in the TARDIS, at least not when the Doctor was around. What about Stacy? Did she accidentally stumble into the bathroom when he was taking a shower but despite his embarrassed modesty as he reached for a towel found what she saw intriguing?  Did his reptilian skin muster a blush? If ever there was a companion team worth revisiting in this anniversary year…

Anyway, it is nonetheless interesting that we haven’t before seen the interior of the armour, especially given the franchise’s propensity to want to show us the interiors of its monsters. Even in spin-off fiction, or what I’ve read of it, it’s left to one side, which is especially odd in Lance Parkin’s The Dying Days, were one of them becomes king, and I like to remember, the crown is placed on top of his helmet. When the Doctor says here that it’s a disgrace for them to remove it, he’s not kidding. The Dying Days, by the way, still remains one of the best uses of the Ice Warriors, largely because they’re given the full alien invasion treatment. Let’s hope that like Dalek, for which this was also an influence, this is just a precursor to their full-scale return in some capacity.

Yes, Dalek, for as Clara enters the den with Skaldak covered in chains, it’s Rose’s dalliance with the Dalek in Dalek that springs to mind. Clara continues to intrigue. She’s simply becoming the perfect companion, but in the slightly wrong way. She’s asking the right questions, brave, capable of great insight and diplomacy and doing everything the Doctor tells her too. He’s surprised when she stays put with Grosenko when he asks her too. When she asks him how she did with the Ice Warrior, he tells her that it wasn’t a test, but she treated it as such and so did he (which makes me wonder if it’ll be revealed he was hiding in the TARDIS listening in to her conversation with Merry in The Rings of Akhaten, that he is in fact testing her all the time, much as he did Ganger Amy previously.

This is Gatiss following the narrative of his showrunner, though given their dynamic on Sherlock, we might wonder how that changes when he’s writing on Doctor Who and how much collaboration goes on.  Cold War was apparently all his idea.  But again, that’s part of the process of learning how to be a showrunner on this kind of franchise machine. I could be wrong about all of this, of course, reading more into what we’re being told. For all we know, the reason Neil Cross is suddenly writing for the series is because he’s being primed to take over once Luthor’s finished. Or it’ll be someone none of us have heard of. But just as Moffat was the heir apparent even before the end of the first Eccleston series, Gatiss will be next.  Maybe.

The First Doctor.

People As the wikipedia describes, William Edward Petty Hartnell, "was a prominent early immigrant to Alta California who played a vital role in the history of Monterey County, California as well as the history of California."

 At the turn of the century, a devotee, Sean Roney produced this extensive biography:
"Personal interest was what drove me to seek more information about William Hartnell, and continues to be to this day. In addition, I also wanted to increase local community awareness about Hartnell. People are beginning to forget the hero, with disturbing consequences. It seems that the facts about William Hartnell are being ignored and the details of his personal life have been misrepresented to the such a degree that his history and memory are being tarnished. I hope through my efforts the public will learn the truth and remember the history of Hartnell."

WHO 50: 1983:
The Five Doctors.



TV The following was originally posted, on the 31st July 2001 when this blog was still cooking and I was trying to decide what it should be about.  I still can't decide.  But there it is, the fourth post.  Find it again below with some of the links updated for your convenience.

When the long-running science fiction series 'Doctor Who' reached its Twentieth Anniversary in 1983, there must have been only one idea at the forefront of the minds of then producer John Nathan-Turner and cohorts Eric Saward (script editor) and Terrance Dicks (writer). A story which would bring together all of the previous Doctors with the latest, and the more popular companions and monsters in a epic story. Seems like a perfectly reasonable idea. Little did they know what they had themselves in for. Which in a way makes 'The Five Doctors' quite idiosyncratic viewing - the main interest being the ingenuity of Dicks as he overcomes the obstacles which would be in the way of bringing a coherent story to the screen. For a start not all of the Doctors would be available. The first, William Hartnell, passed away some years before, and Tom Baker decided not to appear (a fit of hubris he would regret in later years). In the show then, Hartnell is replaced by Richard Hurndall, an apparent lookalike so wildly unlike Bill as to be a distraction. Baker's absense is explained through unseen footage from the unfinished adventure 'Shada' and a malfunction in the main baddies computer. There seem to be few monsters other than Cybermen, a Yeti and a Dalek. That's because all of the rights to these monsters have fallen to their creators and clearance to use must have been a nightmare. And then there are the companions. Believe it or not most don't appear because of other work commitments. So you're left with the then current companions, The Brigadier, fan favourite Sarah-Jane Smith, and Susan, The Doctor's ersatz granddaughter. When some other companions did become available at the last minute they were swiftly written in as 'illusions'. And the thing would appear as the centrepiece of the very first Children in Need appeal and so had to intelligible to a wider audience than usual. So it should a complete mess. And it is. But what a glorious mess. There is some nostalgia in seeing 'your Doctor' at work again even in a brief few scenes. And The Master is in top form. And without the need for a cliffhanger every twenty-five minutes the story has an extra pace - perfect for the post-Matrix generation...maybe...pick up the DVD if you can, for Peter Howell's haunting music - which strangely may be the highlight...

Elizabeth Wurtzel on refusing to be a grown-up.

Life From The Atlantic:
"I am interested. I am interested in everything, except the things that aren't interesting, which is too much lately. When I meet someone new, I don't ask about his job, and I try to avoid finding out for as long as is possible, because what you do for a living is not who you are: I have dated enough bartenders and, worse, lawyers to know that. I wear sunscreen during the day and Retin-A at night. I do what I want. I don't do what other people want me to do. Sometimes I don't do things I want to do because someone else wants me to do them too badly. I am just that way: I cannot be bossed around. I listen carefully when someone is talking to me. I ask for help. I offer to help."
The comments underneath are overwhelmingly negative, largely from people who presume that Elizabeth is attempting in some way to tell them how to live their lives. She's not. She's talking about her own and once again about those of us who've looked at what society expects of us and decided it isn't for them (however inadvertently).

She's also, I think, riffing on Mary Schmich's famous Chicago Tribune column, Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young, or as most us know it, The Sunscreen Song, hence the reference to sunscreen above, and especially this paragraph:
"Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't."
Word.

Dr. Brooke Magnanti on Sex Myths And Why We Believe Them.



Feminism Really as a follow-up to the Q&A post from yesterday, here's what happened the night before, a lecture at the Sydney Opera House as part of their Ideas At The House series.

Philip Seymour Hoffman in Tom Stoppard's The Fifteen Minute Hamlet.



Posted as part of Mental_Floss's rundown of "strange" Shakespeare adaptation is this rare find, a television recording of Stoppard's cutdown Hamlet from 1995, starring Austin Pendleton in the title role, with Hoffman as amongst others Laertes and Horatio. Also notable for their work since, Paul Ben-Victor who went on to play Spiro in The Wire and gold plates "that guy" Xander Berkley as Shakespeare. It's a really remarkable interpretation, drama toppling over itself and very moving in places in spite of itself. The director Todd Louiso has some obvious flare -- he's had a long career as a character actor too. Notice that somehow, during this US cable broadcast, the channel still managed to work in a commercial break (breaking the momentum a little bit). Part two is below.

Heathrow Airport.

The Childe of Hale.

Sculpture The Childe of Hale, John Middleton was one of my childhood fascinations. When I was a kid, my Dad and I used to walk from Speke through to Hale, from the housing estate through to the first village I ever experienced and we'd tell me the story of this tall gentleman, supposedly nine feet who lived in the area. I'd spin around on my Raleigh Grifter trying to imagine how tall that was. Now, thanks to the placing of a new statue in his honour, the BBC have unearthed his story:
"Sadly, no official record of John Middleton's true height exists to prove - or disprove - his gravestone's lofty claim.

The only estimate comes from a life-size impression of his right hand which Guinness World Records said indicated "a probable height of 7ft 9in (2.36m)" - somewhat shorter than the legend but impressive nonetheless.

A three-metre high bronze statue of the Childe of Hale has now been installed in the village to honour their outsized ancestor.

Nick Martin, from Halton Borough Council, accepted that John Middleton's height had "grown bigger through the years."

"He was supposed to have been exhumed and the bones measured in Victorian times, and that's when they roughly worked out his height at 9ft 3in," he added.

"So we have more or less settled on that."
The new bronze statue has been created by Diane Gorvin, after an original wooden piece by her husband, Philip Bews in 1996 began to rot away, both names I know from old because I researched their work in Birchwood and Warrington in the 90s when I was doing background research for this.

Louis CK on Woody Allen.

Film Really sweet story from Louis on being cast for his small role in Woody's next one, Blue Jasmine:
"It just came out of nowhere. I got this e-mail: Woody Allen wants you to come in for something. I’ve been waiting for that e-mail my whole life. I’m not going to pretend I’m above that. I went into his office and read for a part that Andrew Dice Clay ended up getting. Woody said: “I know you can act. I just don’t know if this is the kind of guy that you are. This is a very mean guy, and you’re not a mean guy.”

"And I read it, and I was like, yeah, I’m not getting the part. I can be working class. I can’t hit my wife. So I’ll talk the way I would say these things and I won’t get the part, but I’ll leave with my head up high. And that’s precisely what happened. But I was very emotional, because I had just met Woody and he was very kind to me.

"Two weeks later I was told, “His assistant is bringing something to your apartment.” It was some pages from the script and a letter from him. And it said: “You were too sweet a guy to do the other one, but this is one you could do. If you don’t want to do this, we’ll do something, someday.” So I read the lines, I was laughing out loud. So I hand-wrote him a letter saying unequivocally yes, and sent it off."
This rather relaxed, modest approach is probably why Allen persists in being able to attract such amazing casts.

Tegan.

Feminism On Monday, Brooke Magnanti, Germaine Greer, Janet Albrechtsen, Mia Freedman and Deborah Cheetham appeared on what looks like Australia's ABC1 network's equivalent of Question Time or The Agenda (or Sunday Morning Live, I suppose) but with a few A-Levels and a Degree.

 Each episode is themed and the panelists were asked a series of questions about feminism. Early in the conversation, the topic of Margaret Thatcher had already been considered in relation to Australia's current head of state Julia Gillard, but then became the main focus when, proving that live television is always the best television, coincidentally it was up to the host to ... well here's the transcript:
"TONY JONES: Okay. I’m going to just break from the usual routine here of jumping from question to question and I would welcome - what I'm about to say, I would welcome questions from the audience so think about that as you hear this. News is just coming through that Britain's first Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher has died. There will be a full report on this on Lateline program after Q&A or on News Radio if you happen to be listening to News Radio but we have been talking about women leaders. We were talking, indeed, about Margaret Thatcher.

BROOKE MAGNANTI: And me with no champagne.

TONY JONES: Now, that's a tough one.

BROOKE MAGNANTI: Yeah.

TONY JONES: Now, Elvis Costello once wrote a song saying he would stamp the dirt down on her grave. But I think time has passed now and people have a slightly different view of Margaret Thatcher. Do you think that's true or not?

BROOKE MAGNANTI: I do think it's true. I mean we have to remember as well that when Richard Nixon died in the United States people had an enormously different view of him. He went away post-Watergate, came back tanned, rested and ready as an elder statesman and certainly Margaret Thatcher did that extremely effectively. But she has sort of transcended what the policies of her day were to become iconic, either as a figure of hate for the left or a figure of reference for the right. In a way both are really, really valuable because they light a fire under people's aspirations, whether you agree with her or disagree with her. Having that focus, it’s probably an incredibly stressful place to be as an individual thought ..."
It's a thrilling piece of television, far better than some recent editions of the British equivalents.  Watch out for the moment when Brooke and Germaine correct an audience member about Thatcher's background. "That's awkward..."

25/04/2013  Brooke's blogged about this appearance an Mia Freedman's attitude.

Did Thatcher know, or care?

Film Moving Images Source considers the role of Charles Foster Kane's childhood guardian and why his mother signed the boy over. It's genius:
"As far as I know, no one has ever broached a convincing theory to explain this scene’s weirdness. When asked by my students, I’d never had one, either. That is, until several years ago, when a returning-adult undergrad student of mine, a Vietnam vet, seeing Kane for the first time in a basic film history course, shrugged and offered a luminous explanation. It’s simple, really, and implanted in what we do see in the film like a virus: the unseen deadbeat boarder with the fortuitous mine deed, named "Fred Graves" in the screenplay, was in fact Charlie’s father. This would mean that Charlie was a bastard born to a wayward married woman, which in the western territories of 1870 meant he was to be hidden, spirited off and hopefully forgotten, regardless of how much money one might be coming into."
You were expecting someone else?

The Fourth Doctor's daughter?

TV Faced with the impossible mission of filming Doctor Who's 50th at London landmarks in secret, the crew evidently decided that rather than do everything in Cardiff against a green screen, they'd simply film what they need, fans with camera phones and paps be damned. 

Presumably this is on the back of their work at Central Park in New York last year which ended up offering a massive amount of publicity for the show. They've also, rather cleverly, released some videos of the stars on the set saying how lovely it all is:



So that's Ingrid Oliver we can also add to ever growing cast list along with Jemma Redgrave. That scarf must just be a kiss to the past rather than implying she's the Fourth Doctor's daughter or anything.



Is Strax a sleeper agent?  Field report?  What?

140,000,000 BC.

Nature The BBC's Nature website is immense, filled with text and clips about what looks like the whole history of our planet.

The section about the Cretaceous period, has a short explanation and clips from Walking with Dinosaurs including oddly, Alan Titchmarsh talking about chalk dust.

The Great Exhibition in London in 1851.

History From Slate. “My name is Chubb, that makes the Patent Locks; Look on my works, ye burglars, and despair.”
"They were drawn by a curious invitation: “To witness an attempt to open a lock throwing three bolts, and having six tumblers, affixed to the iron door of a strong room.” The men gathered around the door to a vault, once the repository of records for the South-Eastern Railway. At their center was an unassuming figure, an American named Alfred C. Hobbs, clad in waistcoat and collar. At 11:35 a.m., Hobbs produced a few small tools from his pocket—“a description of which, for obvious reasons, we fear to give” a correspondent for the Times wrote—and turned his attention to the vault’s lock. His heavy brows knitted, Hobbs’ hands flitted about the lock with a faint metallic scratching...."

Melting.

Concorde.

Aviation Plans for a Concorde museum have been rejected by British Airways:
"The plans were for a steel hangar to be built near Cribbs Causeway to house the iconic aircraft which has been without a home since it made its last flight from London Heathrow to Filton in November 2003.

Ben Lord, the chairman of the Save Concorde Group, said: "This is another sad day for Concorde and particularly for Alpha-Foxtrot. We maintain that our proposal is the only viable and cost effective one that would see Alpha-Foxtrot placed undercover in a short timeframe given the closure, and subsequent intended development to Filton Airfield."

The Rings of Akhaten.



TV Do you buy much Doctor Who merchandise? It’s a serious question, because I don’t. My definition of merchandise are the figures, the radio controlled Daleks, the innumerable board games, underwear, stationary, the kinds of things which turn up in Home Bargains about six months after they’re relevant to the series.  Which isn’t to say I haven’t given the Drashig hand puppet some serious attention, but I just can't get that excited about these things because most it is tat. Boring, repetative tate (and because events like the Drashig hand puppet aren’t the kinds of things which turn up in Home Bargains).  At a certain point I decided the thing which attracts me to Doctor Who is the stories and with limited wealth, that is what I’ve concentrated on through the dvds, books and audios.

That tension was one of the more surprising elements of Neil Cross’s The Rings of Akhaten. On the one hand this was an episode seemingly designed with official figurine licensee Character Options in mind, make-up and prosthetics designer Neill Gorton finally able to utilise the many dozens of sketches he’s apparently been doodling across the years for aliens and monsters finally allowing Character to have their Kenner moment and flood the market with several thousand collectables with names like Stoatface (because they weren't given a proper one in the script). On the other, for all that, the episode’s most compelling moments were when all of that receded to the background, literally in some shots, and the script concentrated on stories, the myths of a society, our own memories and the fictions we create for ourselves when reality is denied to us.

Which is why I’m willing to give it a cautious welcome. After the episode, fans on Twitter are having their usually mass existential crisis, predictably divided between those who are either non-plussed by the space choir (the Crouch End’s words emanating in some cases from orifices which simply didn’t look capable) and or swept away by its generally majestic special effects and poetry. I giggled towards the end because, as is so often the case, I couldn’t quite believe this was being broadcast on Saturday night BBC television between the news and The Voice. But yes, I liked it. It’s one of those episode which stays in the memory, where individual images and words and bits of performance bubble to the surface and for those of us who have watched, read and listened to more Who than most there has to be something relatively special about it to do that.

Functionally it’s another narrative mountain. As with The Bells of Saint John it finds itself in the conflicted place of having to essentially repeat all the elements of a companion introduction whilst simultaneously doing something else. So it’s Clara’s first TARDIS hop but it’s about her life before that. It’s about the audience falling for her and has many of the moments which are supposed to make us adore her, but it's filled with a tension that there’s something not right with her, that doesn’t make sense but again in a different way to Amy. Plus it still has to function as a pretty standard Doctor Who adventure even though for the most part it doesn’t want to so that in the end there’s not an awful lot to it. I’m listening to The Macra Terror at the moment and adventure content wise, more happens in the first episode of that.

If on reflection The Bells of St John offers a faint echo of Rose, The Rings of Akhaten is its The End of the World. As in 2005, when tasked with taking his new friend somewhere awesome, he offers her an overload of aliens, relishing the chance to introduce her to all of them with just the same glee two incarnations later and throwing the companion in at the deep end. This was also a story pinioned around planetary destruction, which was also about creating a convincing bond between Doctor and companion (something which I now noticed didn’t happen for Martha until Gridlock), holding hands against a view of that world at the beginning and end or in this case a renewal, silhouetted against its glorious light. The Beast Below has a similar resonance.

There are plenty of points of difference. Whereas the destruction of Earth occurred in a world without hope and science was running its course to such an extent religion was banned from Platform One, faith is all that’s apparently holding this celestial body together, the power of song keeping this God-like grandfather (as opposed to the one visiting in his blue box) from sucking the life out of all and sundry. Notice the Doctor doesn’t deny that faith out of hand. “It’s what they believe,” he says which tends to be my attitude too. Unlike the mysterious Ninth, Eleventh is quite happy to admit to having been here before, with his granddaughter, opening up to Clara in a way we’ve not seen much with any of his other friends, at least not lately and certainly not without the situation forcing his hand.

On top of that, there’s the teaser and the introduction of this Clara’s back story, disproving somewhat that she’s adopted even if the whole element of fate and chance and the reason why that leaf exists seems to be open for cross examination. Having already met the younger version of her in the prelogue, now he’s consciously visiting the points of her life. This also seems to be the Doctor’s thing now, having previously visited even Rose when she was twelve years old, not to mention Reinette and Amy. Some have already sought to find an ambiguity, but on this occasion it's part of the central tension of their friendship; she’s wrong, he knows it, and more powerfully the TARDIS knows it in a way not seen since the Wilderness Years when she suffered indigestion over almost all of the Eighth Doctor’s companions.

All of which shows that I must have enjoyed the episode because I’m buying into the fiction, I’m interested in how all of this is working out. That’s some kind of triumph for Moffat and the production team, now towards the bottom end of their third season, the seventh since the show came back, the grind of producing somewhat weekly television Doctor Who and create something which is interesting and not repetitive unless it's meant to be really begins to hit. That’s perhaps why I’ve become more sympathetic over time. Only otherwise in soap opera and comics has a production staff to deal with all of those years worth of previous stories and have to face up to still surprising the audience. I mean look at the previous few paragraphs for goodness sake. I’ve assumed we’re meant to see the similarities, but what if we’re not?

Back to what I was saying about Orwell For Kids, sorry The Macra Terror, or rather what actually occurs in The Rings of Akhaten. Once the TARDIS has landed, Clara’s met Merry and convinced her to sing, we’re not that far away from the final battle in the temple. It’s almost as though the middle two episodes of the story have been wiped, the Doctor telling us about the world rather than showing it to us. Which sounds like a criticism, but it’s not meant to be. Some of the best Doctor Who stories don’t feature that much incident, are all about character and conversations, hell, that’s all that happens in Rob Shearman’s audio Scherzo. Speaking of which, doesn’t The Rings of Akhaten sound like a Big Finish story? Actually, the TARDIS Datacore says that it literally does. There’s a Companion Chronicle called The Rings of Ikiria.

There are two key character conversations and I think you know what they already are. Pausing briefly to wonder where exactly where the Doctor sods off to leaving Clara to get lost so she can meet Merry, there’s the scene behind the TARDIS. Jenna-Louise is remarkable here, effectively becoming the Doctor in that way companions do when he has sodded off somewhere else and the kind of two hander which I don’t really remember Amy having after The Beast Below. There are Proustian Father’s Day undercurrents to her story, of course there are, she’s another companion whose lost a parent. But it feels fresh because for all the tragedy she’s turned it into a strength and a strength she can pass on. If Cross’s Luthor is half as well written as this scene then I should probably get around to watching it.

Then there’s the grandfather to grandfather. Radio Times didn’t like this and attempted to guess Matt Smith’s feelings about it from his performance. I thought he looked like he was enjoying every minute of it (and that Sylv will too at the next Gallifrey One convention when its thrust into his face at a panel discussion). It’s the Doctor using his history as a weapon again, but this time without datacores to hand he actually has to annunciate what that means, the magnificent suffering of a millennium long life. But it’s the infinite stories not written inherent in the leaf which finally sate the God’s appetite (cf, yes, the bird scene in The Scarlett Empress) which probably means we’re all that big, glowy globe, even after fifty years (or however long we’ve been fans) waiting for all the stories still yet to be told.

Yes, well, that’s all hyperbole, but it’s that kind of episode, the kind which drags us along with its big orchestral score and epic scenes. Which isn’t to say this is an episode which didn’t have some thwarted ambition. If the crew had in their heads the crowd scenes from The Phantom Menace when considering the audience to the ceremony, that they’d only really built the bottom tear was all too obvious. It’s rare that I’d even mention this stuff, but it’s also rare that when faced with a budgetary challenge they haven’t simply pulled back and done something else and gone ahead anyway with the abandon of classic Who, knowing full well that there’s little chance that an exploding miniature filled with toy Daleks is going to look like anything other than an exploding miniature filled with toy Daleks.

It doesn’t matter. I don’t care. I’d much rather the show did this sort of thing rather than timidly stunt its storytelling because of what it thinks it can afford. The space scooter scene (an echo of the sleigh ride in The Snowmen) was never going to look entirely realistic on this budget so we have the HD equivalent of the air car scene from The Pirate Planet. The digital camera shudder which on SD tv momentarily made the shots look like the digital video they really are. The walls of the temple at the end were pretty ropily painted too, the lighting doing few favours for the airbrush splatter in a way not seen on television since Classic Star Trek, or indeed 80s Who. The nuWho equivalent of Mat Irvine will have much to say about this on future dataspike rereleases.

But in the end your appreciation of the episode probably falls onto the shoulders of Emilia Jones and that choir. Well and indeed then. As I intimated earlier, it’s all so bloody ludicrous. You have all of these rubber and robotic creatures who as has been established speak in languages even the TARDIS can’t decipher and here they all are singing with the voices of Crouch End backed by a philharmonic orchestra. It’s been established that it’s definitely supposed to be them, this is all diagetic and its gut-wrenching and epic and then just as the big emotional climax in The Pandorica Opens is undercut by the ludicrous side on shot of the Sontaran at his most small man menacing, we cut to the android bloke. That’s when I giggled, I remember now, that exact moment, because really …

… and yet, oh god don’t you just love that? It might not be some people’s version of what Doctor Who should be about, but as we’ve discussed before no version of Doctor Who will be completely like what some people’s version of Doctor Who should be about. It’s the Doctor Who of Gridlock and Journey’s End, big choral musical statements about stuff and more stuff, Doctor Who attempting to stay within genre whilst simultaneous allowing Murray Gold to pretend he’s presenting a new work at Glyndebourne. Sometimes it succeeds in being Radio 3, usually it ends up on Classic FM, literally in some cases, but I’m willing to give it that latitude especially since there has to be something new to play on the concert tours when the Spoonheads and Stoatfaces are marching on stage.

The debate’s still ranging incidentally as I type, on Twitter and Gallifrey Base which has the spreadiest spread of votes on its rating thread I think I’ve ever seen, with one commenter prattling that it’s the “worst one since The Girl in the Fireplace.” Have I simply convinced myself that I like it simply to be the contrarian I aspire to be? I don’t think so. Like I said three hours ago, individual images and words and bits of performance are bubbling to the surface and when I just looked at the Doctor’s speech again, I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It’s beautiful. The flashbacks are atmospherically shot too, and note the confidence of the show that it can mix those two so seamlessly now in a way which feels natural, when the contemporary scene that closed The End of the World seemed so groundbreaking for its time.

Who is Clara? What is she? As we’ve seen the TARDIS doesn’t like her, which would suggest that she has a Turlough like malevolence however inadvertent, some kind of cosmic sleeper agent. But it could simply her existence as a time/space event which it’s unhappy with. It could equally just be jealous, because she and the Doctor when he’s not trying to hide an aspect of his interest in her, do get along very well indeed. Which leads to my other theory, dredging up the old Paul Abbot story idea which was eventually replaced with Boom Town in that first year for someone designed to be the perfect companion which in some respects Clara is, seeded by someone across time on the assumption the Doctor has to save one of them. But why won’t the Doctor tell her about her other selves? Afraid of the existential crisis?

Heathrow Airport.

Travel Skift analyses the social media presence of airports and in particular Heathrow:
"Outside of the usual logistical questions, airports have taken the opportunity to engage passengers on a more personal level. The best Twitter accounts don’t wait for flyers to mention them, but seek out travelers via search.

"Head of Passenger Communications at Heathrow, Marc Ellams, calls it the “surprise and delight” element: “We have also shifted from being predominantly customer service/crisis focused to producing more engaging content to improve passenger experience.”
As we've discussed before, social media done well takes time and personnel but pays dividends and the best examples are from companies who are prepared to make it the employee's only duty, as important in this age as telephone and face to face contact.

WHO 50: 1982:
Time-Flight.



TV It’s sometimes difficult to remember how we enjoyed Doctor Who as children.

Everyone but everyone says they hid behind the sofa, but I didn’t. I have a definitive memory of not hiding, perhaps because it was stuck up against the wall in the sitting room.

But I do recall being terribly excited about Time-Flight.

Time-Flight is rubbish. It’s badly co-ordinated, poorly written, has some spectacularly wooden performances and any residual menace the Ainley Master is sapped away to such an extent it’d be the end of the decade before he became relevant again.

But the tweenie version of me adored it because it was about Concorde.

Timeflight’s often thought of as one of John Nathan Turner’s follies. The added value on the dvd comes across as a kind of televisual autopsy, cutting into its rotting corpse endeavouring to discover what went wrong.

JNT's culpability is annunciated at length, how his publicity imperative overpowered narrative requirements, the chance to be the first television series to film at Heathrow and say so.

To have Concorde in the programme.

It’s something difficult to remember just how exciting Concorde was in the 1980s.

When I was living in Speke, my Dad used to take me to both the old and later new airports just so that I could see Concorde take off. I didn’t know where it was going and I wasn’t even all that interested in planes, but there was something about the fascinating way the nose cone shifting position as it taxied along the runway.

I have dozens of old photographs of what looks like just an overcast sky, but look closer and there’s a speck. The speck is Concorde flying over the city, which it did during the Grand National.

Luckily, someone has taken some better ones.

My young mind didn’t notice the deficiencies in Time-Flight's script, the acting or the Master’s nonsensical disguise. It would simply have enjoyed seeing the Doctor, his companions and the TARDIS cramped into interior of the plane.

So whenever I revisit Time-Flight, I try to do it in that spirit. It’s Concorde, not just travelling faster than the speed of sound, but travelling in time. How cool is that?

I miss Concorde.

Roger Ebert talks about streaming films online. In 2000.

Film Cleverer people than me are already writing about what we've lost with Roger Ebert. What's less known is he was something of a web pioneer, writing a regular column for Yahoo Internet Life! Here he is giving a generous interview in 2000, that's 2000 at the online film festival. Everything he says here has since come to pass. Note, this is five years before YouTube:



The reporter's a bit of a pioneer herself, working as she does for an online news website, four years before Rocketboom. RIP Roger.