Category: Doctor Who
1967: The Evil of the Daleks
May, 1967. In the six months since the last post, the new Doctor has lost Ben and Polly, but gained Jamie. He’s visited Atlantis, battled Cybermen on the moon, Macra on a distant Earth colony and Chameleons at Gatwick Airport. But all of these dangers fade into insignificance against the biggest threat the show’s ever faced: Terry Nation has decided to try to launch a Dalek TV series in the USA and so this story – though fitting into the normal half-yearly rhythm of Dalek episodes – has been decreed as their Doctor Who swansong.
The Evil of the Daleks could not have been more aptly titled. Assessing it soon after The Power of the Daleks, it’s fascinating to see so many of the ideas and themes of the earlier story re-stated and elaborated on. David Whitaker again shows he grasps the Daleks’ mythic nature better than their creator. Whitaker makes them something more than space Nazis: he makes them the source of evil in the cosmos, playing on human weakness for their own ends. In Power, Lesterson, his mind broken, realises with a thrill of horror that the Daleks are pure evil. Here, once again, they have been summoned up like demons by men who are driven by a thirst for knowledge and power, who are prepared to broker a deal with the Devil – and Whitaker explicitly links them with the Devil, with references to “infernal meddling” and “creations of the Devil” – to learn the secrets of alchemy. And if the Daleks are modern-day demons, then their plan entails nothing less than the corruption and damnation of all humankind by spreading the Dalek Factor throughout the entire history of Earth (and note it’s specifically Earth they’re interested in). In their Hartnell stories, the Daleks plan to conquer the universe. Here, at their most terrible, they plan to take over the human soul. Which makes the Doctor’s climactic return to Skaro analogous to a descent into Hell, and the enthroned Dalek Emperor – well, it hardly needs spelling out why he’s the Doctor’s ultimate enemy.
The thing is, this absolutely fits with the way the show has been developing during the new Doctor’s tenure. The Hartnell Doctor was an explorer on a scientific mission, and many of the aliens he faced – like the Sensorites, the Menoptra, the Rills, the Aridians and the Monoids – weren’t really monsters. Even the Cybermen of The Tenth Planet had a skewed kind of morality. But the Troughton Doctor, from the outset, has been a crusader against evil, issuing dire warnings to humankind about meddling with the unknown. He believes that there are corners of the universe which have bred terrible things, which must be fought. Here, he can “feel” evil even before he knows the Daleks are involved. Though it’s impossible to believe that Whitaker intended it, the lesson we could take from the way Season Four is panning out is that alien equals bad.
And this happens at the same point that the show is focusing more on Earth and humankind. There are at least six Hartnell stories that, aside from companions, don’t feature any human beings. There are only two such Troughton stories (and one of those is a rejected Hartnell-era script), and only one Pertwee story (which is a remake of a Hartnell script). So, when The Evil of the Daleks posits that the Human Factor represents goodness – mercy, friendship, courage – and expressly equates the Daleks with Satan then we’re getting into the kind of simple, dualistic universe of the Hammer Horror movies.
The point of all this is not to suggest that the production team of late-1960s Doctor Who is racist, but to show how the series is moving to a place where in two years time the makers can seriously contemplate turning their back on adventures in space and time and repositioning the Doctor as defender of the Earth. The roots of that sea change go back to the transition, in Season Four, from a show about going and exploring the universe to a show about protecting humankind from all manner of cosmic horrors.
But while the show’s morality is getting a little less complex, its production is getting more ambitious. The storytelling is a lot more visual with large stretches entirely free of dialogue, and, especially in the middle episodes, relying on the spectacle of Daleks lurking in the shadows of an old house. The move to discrete serials with their own titles has also had an effect – while the producers could have extended The Daleks’ Master Plan ad infinitum by dropping in yet another episode in a strange environment, it’s far harder to hide the joins in the new format. If it’s true that this story was extended from six to seven episodes at short notice, then it’s easy to spot how: the plodding middle episodes focusing on Jamie and Kemal’s quest have been desperately padded out. All of this makes trying to appreciate the story – which is missing six out of seven episodes – very frustrating.
Once you get past those padded middle episodes, though, The Evil of the Daleks becomes the iconic story of repute. Because this is far from being business as usual. All the way through, David Whitaker has inserted odd little nods to the very beginning of Doctor Who – like the way a strange man in Victorian clothes whisks two nosey parkers away from present-day London, taking them back in time and then off to Skaro. The final two episodes in the Dalek city are taking the series back full circle in a very modern way, just as the last episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation revisited its first episode, or the tenth Doctor’s final trip took him back to the location of his first. And it works, adding a real sense of raised stakes and resolution to the last episode, a triumph of human good over alien evil. “The final end,” muses the Doctor, as he watches the Daleks burn. In that line it’s hard not to sense the nervousness that must have been going on behind the scenes. After all, Hartnell was replaceable in a way that the Daleks – the show’s breakout stars – weren’t.
It’s not as though they hadn’t tried before, but the Zarbi and the Mechonoids just didn’t cut it. At this stage, the production team seem to be pinning their hopes on the Cybermen, which had been reinvented in The Moonbase three months earlier and already lined up for the next serial. However, recognising that the re-imagined Cybermen didn’t capture the imagination like the Daleks did, the next year – the infamous “monster season” – plays out like a desperate attempt to find a new iconic monster. So we get the Yeti, the Ice Warriors and – last and most definitely least – the Quarks all being positioned as the new Daleks. Which, to be fair, isn’t a bad record even if none of them is more than second rate. The problem is, the producers are on to a loser before they start because with this story in particular, the Daleks have been cemented as the paragon of monsters, the antithesis of humanity. They are everything we define ourselves against. They’re everything the second Doctor defines himself against – which is tragic, given he never gets to face them again. Even if they don’t return for five years, the Daleks’ ghosts haunt the series in The Wheel in Space, The War Games and The Mind of Evil. This story was uniquely repeated in 1968 as part of the continuity of the series. It’s that seminal.
While the Daleks are gone, David Whitaker continues writing scripts until 1970. However, his stories are increasingly out of step with the new house style of the series. As though rebelling against the show’s new black-and-white morality, Whitaker’s next story, The Enemy of the World, is the sole monster-free story of Season Five. And his final script, The Ambassadors of Death, in line with the more sophisticated Seventh Season, entirely rejects the idea that alien equals bad by making misguided humans the root of its evil. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Before we jump into the height of the UNIT era, let’s start at its beginning…
Next Time: “We can’t be in much danger from a disembodied intelligence that thinks it can invade the world with snowmen. Or that the London Underground is a key strategic weakness…”
1966: The Power of the Daleks
It’s November 1966, and Doctor Who is in a very different place than where we left it. In the 18 months since our last story, the show has gone through a series of significant changes in producers, script editors and cast members, shedding about a third of its audience in the process. But none of these has been as traumatic and risky as the change that happened at the end of the previous episode, The Tenth Planet, in which the Doctor, his body worn out, collapsed and transformed in front of us into a new and unknown character.
It’s hard, at this late stage, to find much to say about The Power of the Daleks that hasn’t been said. Everyone knows it’s Doctor Who’s most important make-or-break story until 2005. That said, the introduction of the new Doctor is handled as safely as possible. Sydney Newman got involved in the casting decisions and a well-respected character actor was chosen in much the same way that Peter Davison would later be a safe option to take over from Tom Baker. After 18 months’ absence, David Whitaker, the show’s original script editor, was brought back to write the transition story. And the Daleks also return after 10 months off the screen (their longest absence since 1964). In short, everything about the making of this story shows a production team careful to mitigate the impact of losing their leading man.
And on the surface, the changeover was successful in boosting the ratings of a show that had been in decline throughout 1966, pretty much since February when, in the aftermath of The Daleks’ Master Plan, viewing figures went into a steady decline. The first episode of The Power of the Daleks was watched by 7.9 million viewers, the show’s best performance since The Celestial Toymaker in April. And the improvement was sustained across the remainder of the fourth season. The average ratings of the four months prior to The Power of the Daleks were 5.3 million viewers. In the four months after they jumped to 7.7 million. For some reason, the last block of Hartnell episodes was not bringing in audiences – which suggests that on top of all the behind-the-scenes concerns regarding Hartnell’s increasingly difficult behaviour, there was a very obvious drive to visibly renew the show and hopefully bring back audiences who had switched off in droves during the past six months.
So, The Power of the Daleks is not just ringing the changes for the Doctor. It heralds a new approach to making the series, albeit one that’s been trailed by small tweaks like the removal of individual episode titles from The Savages onwards – helping to sign-post each new adventure as a discrete entity with its own “opening night”, and allowing viewers to know exactly how far through each one they were. After the prototypical base under siege story of The Tenth Planet – which still found time for scenes in Geneva and in space – Vulcan really is an isolated outpost, with its sabotaged communications room precluding any contact with Earth. And the story is set on a human colony in the near future, involving a struggle between rebels and the established order. Nowadays those elements sound like the most clichéd Doctor Who plots imaginable. But, with the arguable exceptions of The Space Museum and The Tenth Planet, they never crop up during the Hartnell era.
In this power struggle, the Daleks are an insidious menace – an entirely unimaginable role for them in any previous story. But, as we have seen, in an odd way their power mirrors that of the Doctor, and, like him, they enter this story diminished: a strange, unknown quantity. And that’s true of The Power of the Daleks too: although we have the soundtrack, screen grabs and several clips, this is one of those tragically missing stories that’s just beyond our grasp, where we have to second guess what’s going on. There’s a lengthy TARDIS sequence at the beginning of the first episode which, presumably, is about Troughton making the Ship his own space, and which the audio and telesnaps can’t adequately recreate. That’s going to be an increasing issue as we go into the largely-missing Troughton years, which coincide with this new way of making the show and its growing reliance on the grammar of action TV.
Then there’s the new Doctor himself. As Ben says, “It’s not just his face that’s changed, he doesn’t even act like him.” The Hartnell Doctor took a delight in seeing the spectacle of the universe, always wanting to know what was on the other side of the hill. The Troughton Doctor knows that it’s something horrible, something evil. The child-like delight is still in there, but this is a darker, more suspicious character, hovering ominously at the edges rather than marching boldly in. In many ways Whitaker is taking the show back to its origin, with the Doctor a mysterious, even dangerous presence and the audience identifying with his two human companions, snatched from contemporary Earth and not entirely trusting his motives. But, crucially, whereas the first Doctor was wrong to fear Ian and Barbara, Whitaker makes this new Doctor right to be suspicious. His dire warnings invariably come true. Here, Lesterson has been prying into corners of the universe that should have been closed off, and unearthing things that should have been forgotten. Like the protagonist of an M.R. James story, his crime is intellectual pride and curiosity, and his punishment is to unleash a demonic evil whose retribution is disproportionately cruel.
That’s a huge shift for the show: from the universe of wonders of the Hartnell years, to a universe of terrors for Troughton. Base under siege doesn’t just describe most Troughton stories – it’s an appropriate description for the whole tone of the era, where Earth and humankind are now besieged and at the mercy of terrible things from the cold, dark corners of the universe. That cosmic paranoia and creeping horror is going to be the norm for the show for most of the rest of its existence, and whether he’s visiting Earth or exiled there, from now on the Doctor is going to have to protect us.
Next Time: “We’re talking about the Daleks: the most evil creatures ever invented. You must destroy them!” It’s the final end on Skaro in The Evil of the Daleks…
1965: The Chase
May, 1965. Since our last entry, the Doctor, Ian and Barbara have rescued Briton of the future Vicki, caused Rome to burn, visited the planet of the insects and been caught up in a bizarre hybrid of comedy and timey-wimey sci-fi on the planet Xeros. No wonder as this story starts they’re all taking a week off.
There’s an old story that certain editions of Trivial Pursuit contained the question “Who created Doctor Who?” The answer given was Terry Nation. For many fans, that’s a laughable assertion given that Nation is more well known as the hack whom Barry Letts accused of trying to sell the same script four times. And there’s no doubt that Nation was at the least a lazy writer – this is his fourth script for the show and already he’s done two dead planets and two deadly jungles. But to focus on the repetitive elements in his work tends to overlook how much he actually did contribute to Doctor Who, and just how creative a writer he can be – even in a piece of work that’s as widely derided as The Chase.
The opening episode, for example, has some beautifully judged comic lines (unsurprising, given Nation started his writing career with a script for The Goon Show), and is as charming as anything the series has offered to date. And more than that, it’s clever enough to actually play with the idea of the series as a TV show by having the Doctor fire up his own space/time television and tune into various historical events, making the TARDIS the equivalent of the viewing public’s living room, to the extent of having the crew contend with fuzzy screens and BBC continuity announcers. Later, he has Ian – who’s already said a book on space monsters is “a bit far-fetched” – point out that Daleks don’t like stairs, just like everyone’s dad will have been doing for the last year. When we see this kind of playful self-awareness in Season 17, it is championed as another example of Douglas Adams’ legendary wit. We should equally praise Nation’s sophistication here.
But more than that, Nation is not only recognising Doctor Who as a TV show. He also makes The Chase into a celebration of the show’s clichés – the regulars keep getting knocked out, there are exotic locations that change unpredictably from alien planet to Earth history week on week, it’s a weird mix of horror and comedy, there at least five new monsters on top of the Daleks, Hartnell has an unconvincing stand-in and the whole thing is a chase. What’s astonishing is that most of the tropes of Doctor Who have already been nailed within its first 18 months on the air; that Nation consciously puts them all together, and even starts to poke fun at them, compressing what could be four or five serials into one.
What this means is that by May 1965, Doctor Who was enough of an institution to have its own recognisable house style, and The Chase is interesting because it plays as a rapid montage of all the different things the show can do. No wonder the Beatles are in it: this is Doctor Who’s version of their Help movie, another pop artefact inspired by the anarchic comedy of the Goons. And while Beatlemania was going on in the charts, Dalekmania was underway in the toyshops. Later in 1965 the Dr. Who and the Daleks movie was released. At this point the series was regularly pulling in audiences in excess of 10 million. This is as good as it got in the 1960s – and only Hinchcliffe-era Tom Baker and Series Four David Tennant have ever beaten it. In the space of 18 months, Doctor Who has gone from a mild curiosity in a junkyard to a British pop-cultural phenomenon – and this is the TV show’s ultimate expression of that. In the fourth episode, Terry Nation implicitly places the Daleks on a level of screen villainy equal to that of Dracula and Frankenstein’s monster. 48 years later, we can see he was dead right.
Ah, the Daleks. Because for all this is a celebration of Doctor Who, Nation never lets us forget it’s his creations that made the show a success. The first four Dalek stories are a fascinating study in escalating stakes. They start off plotting evil from their space city, then they conquer the Earth. Now, they’ve got a time machine and they don’t have to wait for the Doctor to come and disrupt their plans – they can follow him and wreck all his adventures. This is the first time that the Daleks know who the Doctor is. I suggested in the last post that the Doctor has defined the Daleks as his greatest enemy, and this helps establish him as a hero. The Daleks changed his nature. But equally, he has changed their nature: through knowing him, they have evolved into time travellers with the whole of the universe as their stage, and in a position to put the very nature of the Doctor’s power under threat. Before The Chase, the Doctor was unique in his ability to travel anywhere in time and space in a box that’s bigger on the inside. This is the first time he’s had to face a threat with the same power (and interestingly, in the very next story he’s going to have to face it again). And because they are now able to follow the Doctor anywhere in time and space, the Daleks are placing the show’s very ability to continue in danger. This serial has to be a chase, to show the Daleks can now drop into other space adventures or historicals. Everything the show has done to this point is unsustainable if the Daleks are not defeated. No wonder there’s an episode called The Death of Doctor Who: that’s exactly what’s at stake here.
It’s hard to think of how you can make the Daleks much more of a threat. Later in the year The Daleks’ Master Plan plays a clever sleight of hand by having the Daleks use their power over time as a threat to the universe rather than the Doctor himself. In many ways their next story is stronger because it’s better made, more obviously epic, and has two companion deaths with which to make its point. But it doesn’t strike at the heart of the series quite as much as this.
Of course, the Daleks are defeated. But again, there’s a price to pay. Having lost Susan at the end of the last Dalek serial, now Ian and Barbara say their goodbyes in a lovely little sequence that has them arrive back in a junkyard in London. But, here’s Nation’s last clever touch: rather than the Doctor taking them home, he and Vicki watch it all on TV. Six months ago, the show would have ended if the Doctor got Ian and Barbara home. Instead, the story finishes with the Doctor and Vicki switching off the telly and flying off into space and time to have more adventures.
And there you have it. The paradox of Terry Nation is also the paradox of The Chase: a shameless hack work that’s also deliriously inventive, showing a total disregard for the constraints of what could be done on TV in 1965 and in so doing showing what might be done. In a very real sense, Terry Nation did invent Doctor Who.
Next Time: “It’s not only his face that’s changed – he doesn’t even act like him.” The new Doctor faces an old enemy in The Power of the Daleks.
1964: The Dalek Invasion of Earth
November, 1964. Since our last post, the Doctor, Ian, Barbara and Susan have battled the alien Voord and visited the planet of the Sensorites, been caught up in various escapades in Earth’s history, and, most recently and oddly, shrunk to one inch tall. Now, at World’s End, they’ve arrived back where it all began – in what looks like a junkyard in London.
The opening episode of The Dalek Invasion of Earth consciously evokes An Unearthly Child. For a few minutes at least, the TARDIS crew believe that they’ve accomplished their year-long mission to return Ian and Barbara home. But it’s a false hope. And by the end of the story, this crew, this strange family who have grown together over the past 12 months, will be torn apart.
The story is interesting because it subverts what’s become the typical approach since, really The Daleks where the TARDIS crew explore their environment, try to work out where they’ve landed and only gradually understand the danger they’re in. Here, Terry Nation takes the familiar and gradually starts to make it unsettling. To an extent, this production team already tried that out in the last story, but this goes one better by actually pulling the rug from under the characters’ feet – Ian and Barbara’s joy of returning home gradually turning to horror as they discover the corpse in the river, the body in the warehouse, and the sinister posters warning it’s forbidden to dump bodies. And in the following episode, Nation makes us look askew at the familiar sights London by juxtaposing them with Daleks in Trafalgar Square and on Westminster Bridge. And in making London suddenly alien and unfamiliar, he is pre-empting a whole vast sub-genre of Doctor Who – in later years we’ll get supercomputers in the Post Office Tower, Cybermen outside St Pauls and the Great Intelligence in the Shard. But Nation got there first, inventing the Yeti on the Loo scenario.
Partly, this is just Nation going one better on his last Dalek script. I noted that the dead planet is a neat stand-in for a post-nuclear Earth. London here is as deserted and eerie as Skaro, and the story takes great delight in making the city seem as frightening as any alien world. And if the survivors are just human Thals, and the saucer is merely a stand-in for the earlier story’s Dalek city then it doesn’t really matter – the imagery is strong enough to make this a striking step forward in what this series can do.
That’s not the only step forward. The second episode is notable for giving us, at last, the Doctor as an implacable opponent of evil, dedicated to confronting the evils of the universe. Unlike the cranky alien Doctor of The Daleks, you sense that, even if he could just get back in the TARDIS and fly away, the Doctor would no longer be able to contemplate that course of action. Instead, he pledges to “pit his wits against [the Daleks] and defeat them”. So, what we have is an entire planet under the control of the Daleks, and the Doctor believes that he, a teenage girl and two schoolteachers from 1963 can bring them down. And, incredibly, we believe him. Not only that, but then he proceeds to mock their ambitions and call them pathetic. A whole raft of later scenes where the Doctor faces off against, and taunts, the villains –Tom Baker confronting Broton, David Tennant baiting the Sycorax leader, Matt Smith besting the Great Intelligence – start here.
If you watch The Dalek Invasion of Earth conscious that, regardless of broadcast dates, it was made as the end of the first production block – the show’s first “series finale”, if you like – it makes a lot of sense, as it brings to a head the character development of the first year. We started off last November with a mysterious and aloof character who, through his experiences with Ian and Barbara across those first 13 weeks, mellowed. Even then, on Marinus or in Mexico his concern was never to intervene in local difficulties, merely to explore and get back to his Ship and on to the next destination – hopefully Sixties London so he could divest himself of his kidnapped passengers. In The Sensorites, he finally took the plunge of investigating the Sensorites’ illness, but that was more akin to solving a puzzle than taking on evil. But now, he’s suddenly the self-appointed defender of the Earth. And he never goes back: from this story on, whether it be unmasking Koquillion or defeating the Carsenome, the series is taking a decisive move in making the Doctor the hero in his own series – and in so doing, guaranteeing the show’s survival if William Russell decides to leave.
But while making the Doctor a hero, The Dalek Invasion of Earth has one more nasty trick up its sleeve – what is given with one hand is taken away by the other. A wise man once wrote “he who wins shall lose” – and although the Doctor wins his first Earth-saving victory here, he does it at a terrible cost. One of his later incarnations says, “When you have something precious you run and run and run”, presumably referring to the flight from Gallifrey with Susan in tow. And so what should have been a triumphant moment, like so many later victories against the Daleks, is made bittersweet by the departure of someone the Doctor loves. His farewell to Susan, the choke in his voice as he says, “Goodbye my dear”, is the most moving moment in the first year of the series. It’s the first time he, and the audience, have had to say goodbye to a regular character. And it rightly hurts. In later years, Sara Kingdom, Tegan, Rose, Donna, even Ian and Barbara, will leave the Doctor after a battle with the Daleks. But you saw it here first. The Doctor, the man who saves the world, can never settle down, living a life, day after day, never rest, because there are always more evils to be fought, more stories to be told. Once he started running he never stopped. And his tragedy is that no-one else, not even his own granddaughter, can keep up with him forever.
Next Time: “They always survive, while I lose everything.” The Doctor runs, but the Daleks are right behind him. The chase is on…
1963: The Daleks
So, the idea behind this blog is that in the lead up to Doctor Who‘s 50th anniversary in November 2013, I’ll pick one story per post. The gimmick is that I’ll pick a story from each of those 50 years – the only criteria being that the story has to have been first broadcast (or published) in the year in question.
And so we begin in 1963. But not at the very beginning. I love An Unearthly Child – yes, even the cavemen episodes – but it’s inevitably overshadowed by this, the first Dalek story. This is where it all really began – after four weeks of running round at the dawn of humankind, Terry Nation shows us how it might all end. How, in 1963, after the Cuban Missile Crisis, most people probably thought it would end, and probably quite soon. A dead planet soaked in radiation. Its cities intact but deserted – like the petrified trees and the fossilised monster in the jungle, a cruel mockery of life. The first episode is eerie in a way Doctor Who rarely can be now that it can’t spend 25 minutes purely following the regular cast. And it sells the idea that this is a desolate place, that the TARDIS crew are lonely wanderers, adrift in a vast, empty universe. It’s the kind of juxtaposition of the smallness of humanity and the vastness of the cosmos that Robert Holmes riffs on in The Ark in Space, with Sarah Jane listening to the sepulchral tones of the Earth president as she joins the rest of humankind in their space mausoleum. And later, Russell T Davies emulates in his first two episodes where the Doctor talks about feeling the turn of the Earth, and Rose witnesses its final end.
Of course, it might not have turned out this way. It’s probably fruitless to speculate at this late date how much of “Serial B” was suggested by the production office, because the sets and cast of The Dead Planet could almost serve as the introduction to Anthony Coburn’s The Masters of Luxor. Now we’re able to listen to a version of it thanks to Big Finish and can see the similarities in the premise – a beautiful but dead planet; a huge, seemingly deserted space city made of metal; the TARDIS drained of power and unable to take off; a first episode only featuring the four lead actors, and a race of robots with a pathological dislike of their humanoid neighbours. I wonder whether story editor David Whitaker pitched the concept to both Coburn and Nation, knowing what was affordable, what the BBC effects department could handle, and the kind of story he wanted to see – and then sat back to see what the writers made of this starting point.
But though The Masters of Luxor and The Daleks might have the same jumping-off point, they evolve in very different directions. The Daleks is half Cold War parable and half horror movie. The end of the first episode seems to explicitly reference Michael Powell’s infamous Peeping Tom, with Barbara being menaced by the camera with some kind of implement creeping into shot, just as the Peeping Tom killer filmed his victims as he stabbed them with an adapted tripod. It’s a classic Doctor Who cliffhanger, the girl in peril, that’s both frightening and voyeuristic, inviting us to share both in Barbara’s fear, and also relish it – the kind of pleasing terror that Doctor Who excels in. Later, we have the sequence of Susan being stalked through the forest as though she’s in a Val Lewton film
And then we meet the Daleks themselves. Everything about them suggests a production team that’s trying and succeeding at being iconic. The voices, the extermination effect, the immediately recognisable silhouette complete with all its unfathomable details of bumps and slats and plunger. All these have stood the test of time – even the derided iDaleks of the Matt Smith era hew pretty closely to the original template. Christopher Barry directs them beautifully, with low shots and sympathetic lighting, and Terry Nation includes the grisly detail that the real Dalek is too hideous to show (and going by Ian’s reaction to an image of them, their ancestor Dals weren’t much to look at either). They’re so successful they set the template for pretty much every Doctor Who monster that follows.
But more than that: even in their first appearance, the Daleks are already the Doctor’s ultimate enemy. Ian suggests their hatred of the Thals is a simple dislike of the unlike, a fear of anything that isn’t Dalek. The Cybermen want to convert you. The Master wants to rule over you. The Daleks want to exterminate you. Even though he’s at his least heroic for much of this story, the Doctor is expressly set up as an explorer, whose insatiable curiosity – his greed for knowledge, if you like – is his downfall. He wants to see the universe, to experience it. The Daleks want to destroy it. No wonder they hate each other.
In the next entry, we’ll see that the Daleks come to define the Doctor, making him a great hero by the sheer depth of their villainy. Time and again, they return when the Doctor is at risk of losing himself – and he rises to meet them. And even here, with none of that weight of back-story or audience expectation, something similar happens: the Doctor, at risk of becoming an anti-hero thanks to his selfish actions earlier in the story, chooses to side with the Thals to defeat the Daleks, when he could instead have sold them out to retrieve his fluid link. The Time War – a battle between Time Lords (two of them, anyway) and Daleks for the sake of all creation – begins here. And 50 years later, it still goes on.
Next Time: The Doctor, Susan, Ian and Barbara land 200 years in the future. They’re back on Earth. But the Daleks are waiting at World’s End.
Doctor Who at 10
Yes, so I failed my 2014 New Year’s Resolution to keep my blog up to date. Shame on me. 2015, however, is going to be a different story. Possibly.
Anyway, as a first baby-step towards actually keeping the blog up to date, I’ll be transferring in the posts I originally wrote for a 2013 project called Doctor Who: 50 Years, 50 Stories – a kind of personal meander through the stories I thought told the wider history of the programme. As with this blog, I kind of got diverted in the second part of 2013 and the project stopped with the 1991 post. So one thing I’m going to try to do is finish it and bring it up to date in time for the 10th anniversary of the new series.
He’s back – and it’s about time…
So, three months into 2013 and I’m finally getting round to my New Year’s resolution to keep this blog regularly updated. In the next few weeks I’ll be adding my final batch of Doctor Who in the 1980s reviews (covering the McCoy years). And over at 50 Years, 50 Stories I’ll be doing my bit for the golden anniversary.
The idea behind the other blog is that in the lead up to Doctor Who‘s 50th anniversary in November 2013, I’ll pick one story per post. The gimmick is that I’ll pick a story from each of those 50 years – the only criteria being that the story has to have been first broadcast (or published) in the year in question. The overall aim is to try to identify, through choosing one story to represent each year, how Doctor Who has changed and developed over that time, what the main milestones have been, and which innovations have helped the show survive 50 years. The first two posts – covering 1963 and 1964 – are up now, so please take a look and let me know what you think.
The Sixth Doctor (4): The Two Doctors – “Dr. Jekyll and Uncle Fluffy”
For all that’s wrong with the sixth Doctor’s TV episodes, there are hints of what might have been – and the shape of things to come. The veiled left-wing politics of Vengeance on Varos and The Mark of The Rani are buried deep in the mix, but they’re still more pointed than anything else since about 1977, and begin a rich seam of anti-establishment subversion that was better mined by Andrew Cartmel’s writers. And The Trial of a Time Lord – with a Doctor who deliberately decides to investigate the mystery of Ravolox, put an end to the gun-running on Thoros Beta and answer the Hyperion III’s distress call – means that the segue to the interventionist seventh Doctor is less sudden than it might have been.
And then there’s Colin Baker, as distinct from the sixth Doctor. On TV, the sixth Doctor was born out of the failed fifth. Season 21 shows us a story arc in which the fifth Doctor’s continuing inability to find peaceful solutions in a violent universe ultimately means he turns his back on even trying to solve the problems of Androzani. The sixth Doctor claims his previous incarnation was becoming neurotic, and effete – in the sense of being worn out and no longer capable of effective action. The sixth Doctor is therefore presented as the solution: a new Doctor, bursting with vitality, ready to face up to this brutal universe and sort it out. The costume, the bullish persona, everything adds up to this conclusion.
In itself, this has the seeds of something quite compelling, even if it does rely on thoroughly trashing the previous incarnation. However, in practice the production office doesn’t pull it off. Rather than having the sixth Doctor being proactive – seeking out injustice and diving into danger – we get another set of stories that set the Doctor up as ineffectual, unless he’s carrying a gun. In Attack of the Cybermen he’s constantly one step behind Lytton. While his successor would have deliberately landed on Varos to put a stop to its horrors, the sixth only goes there to refuel (after a petulant row with Peri). It’s not even that he’s particularly violent: the acid bath deaths in Varos are set up as accidents, although the premeditated killings of Quillam, the Chief of Operations, Shockeye and the Borad (and the Doctor’s amused quips) are rather more questionable. It’s that he’s as much a victim of circumstance as he accuses his predecessor of being. By the end of the season, he’s actually relying on the Daleks to sort out the problems on Necros. He’s become effete in the other sense – self-indulgent, affected and lacking in character.
While The Trial of a Time Lord corrects some of this, we’re still left with a Doctor who is a slave to events, manipulated by his own future self, set up as a stooge by the Time Lords and rescued by the Master because he’s an easy mark. Even his new companion seems to see him as a fat clown to be pitied. No wonder Andrew Cartmel wanted to restore some dignity to the character.
As did Colin Baker. There’s a great episode of The West Wing where Toby says that there are two Bartlets: “Dr. Jekyll and Uncle Fluffy”. Equally, you could argue there are “the sixth Doctor and Uncle Sixie”. In Season 22 we mostly got the sixth Doctor – a pompous but ineffectual bully in a clown’s outfit. The one exception to that is The Mark of The Rani where, for the first time, we meet Uncle Sixie. Uncle Sixie is an avuncular raconteur, with a wistful and romantic view of the universe, and a burning disdain of unfairness and hypocrisy. We get hints of this character in the “nevermore a butterfly” speech in The Two Doctors, and in the debate with the Inner Voice in Slipback, and then The Trial of a Time Lord suddenly features a Doctor who’s snuggling up to Peri under an umbrella and being bossed about by Mel.
But it’s really thanks to Big Finish that Uncle Sixie has become so established. Early on – before they secured the services of Paul McGann and then Tom Baker – Colin Baker was Big Finish’s favourite child. Quite rightly – given Davison nailed it on TV and the seventh Doctor already had a long literary afterlife. In the first two years of Big Finish, Colin Baker got all the big breaks – the first audio-only companion (one deliberately conceived as a foil to Uncle Sixie) in The Marian Conspiracy, the first Brigadier story The Spectre of Lanyon Moor, and Big Finish’s first classic The Holy Terror. Colin Baker and Big Finish very carefully made sure all of these plays featured Uncle Sixie – the safe, avuncular, cuddly version of the Doctor rather than the brash, arrogant Season 22 model. Over the last decade we’ve learned to accept this as the sixth Doctor. And why not – it’s certainly a more comfortable interpretation than the original.
As for the Valeyard: a Doctor driven mad by his impending final death? Retrospectively, there are hints of this in the sixth Doctor’s existential angst at the thought of his paradoxical death in The Two Doctors, and his horror at discovering his own grave in Revelation of the Daleks – both of which suggest that possibly Holmes and Saward had brainstormed the idea of a dark future early in 1985. A couple of novels (Millennial Rites and Matrix), and the Unbound audio He Jests at Scars have explored the character to some extent, although none has really nailed Holmes’ conception of a thirteenth Doctor at the end of his life, staring into the abyss and realising that he could have done so much more, if only he had more time. This, perhaps, makes Colin Baker himself the closest thing we have – the only Doctor who’s really had the chance to go back and extend his life, correct the mistakes of the past, and hijack the remainder of the sixth Doctor’s existence for his own ends…
Meanwhile, back in 1987 the production office hadn’t given up on the idea of a Doctor actively crusading against the forces of evil. Although the execution had been botched the first time around, the concept of a character who tried not to dirty his hands with rough and tumble violence, but who retained a steely determination to put a final end to tyranny and corruption was too good to forget. Though the McCoy years are frequently presented as a break with the immediate past, many of these themes are going to re-emerge during Seasons 24-26, and perhaps be taken further than either John Nathan-Turner or Eric Saward had originally conceived.
I’ve put it off long enough. The Doctor is back. The Rani is waiting.
Their destiny is now…
The Sixth Doctor (3): The Trial of a Time Lord – “Elevating futility to a high art”
The Prosecution: “Every time you appear on the scene people begin to die.”
Given the (restrospective) controversy about the levels of violence in the pre-cancellation series, starting the new one with an episode that so wryly pokes fun at these criticisms is a risky move. With knowing winks to the audience in lines like “I was beginning to fear you had lost yourself” and “Why do I have to sit here watching Peri get upset?”, as well as the Doctor suggesting that the first episode is boring, you could read that the production team are acknowledging the issues of an unworkable Doctor/companion dynamic, sadistic scripts and backward-looking stories. Which is all well and good, presuming they have an idea of how to fix them. And if Season 22 showed us anything, it was a production office out of ideas.
‘The Mysterious Planet’ is a game of spot the Robert Holmes stories, as he re-uses some of his oldest ideas (the two young people selected to become companions of Drathro, as in The Krotons; the idea of a tribe of technicians and savages worshipping a half-forgotten computer as in The Face of Evil; the devastated Earth and undeground stations from The Sontaran Experiment; Glitz and Dibber as Garron and Unstoffe). And, as a Doctor Who story that’s about watching a Doctor Who story and commenting on it, ‘The Mysterious Planet’ is Carnival of Monsters for the 1980s.
Holmes instinctively recognises that the Trial needs to hold up a mirror to the Doctor, and interestingly makes this a matter of point and counterpoint – the whole planet is schizophrenic, with the educated underground dwellers, and the tribe of the free both worshipping arcane and forgotten technology in the form of the Black Light totem and the “Immortal” robot. And as the Doctor descends into the underworld to face Drathro, Peri is taken to the surface to meet Katryca meaning both plots began to move towards a common destination. This is reflected in the court room, in the duality of the Doctor and the Valeyard – and if Holmes knew where the Trial was ultimately going, it makes absolute sense for this first part to be set on an Earth gone wrong and divided just as the sixth Doctor has gone off the rails and faces his darker self. But, to an extent, the Ravolox bits of ‘The Mysterious Planet’ are incidental. The point of this is to give us an entirely traditional Doctor Who story, and use the Trial format to dissect it, highlighting the typical moments where the Doctor is clever to get himself out of a fix; where he’s forced to do the villain’s bidding, and when he chooses to interfere. By going back to basics in this way, Holmes is rebooting the series.
His focus on questions of the sixth Doctor’s “well-known predilection for violence” implicitly strikes back at BBC bosses. Holmes had been here before, of course, as script editor – after the brouhaha following his own The Deadly Assassin, when the show was similarly in the spotlight for excessive violence, and the new producer Graham Williams was ordered to tone down Holmes and Hinchcliffe’s approach. On that basis, it’s not hard to guess where Holmes’ sympathies lie, and why he and Saward (who otherwise seem to be two quite different writers) seemed to find common ground. Holmes has the Doctor give a rousing defence of his methods. The court is told, “A certain amount of graphic detail is unavoidable”, which is all well and good until you consider that the kind of graphic detail in ‘The Mysterious Planet’ – a few fantasy laser guns and a stoning – bear no comparison to the body horror of Vengeance on Varos, The Two Doctors or Revelation of the Daleks. It’s like showing a video of the fight scenes in Star Wars and claiming that means Cannibal Holocaust is ok for kids. And because the show is pointing out relatively mild action scenes to critique, it makes the transgressions of Season 22 even more indefensible.
The second exhibit, Philip Martin’s sequel to Varos, is an odd beast. ‘Mindwarp’ itself starts off pretty well, with the Doctor behaving like his next incarnation and going to investigate the mystery of gun running on a planet of caves. There’s also a sense that Saward is still holding up Androzani as the story he wants writers to tell: the comparisons here are obvious – Thoros Alpha and Beta are twin planets, Beta is riddled with caves, there is a grotesque capitalist organising the sale of weapons, and a monomaniacal scientist conducting his own experiments.
Then Martin has the Doctor driven mad by Crozier – and the spectre of Season 22 is raised again. Perhaps Martin’s aim was to show what would happen if the Doctor really were as bad as his critics make out – here, he betrays both Yrcanos and Peri, tortures his companion and seems like he’s only out to save his own skin. But it’s botched. As in Varos (and unlike Androzani) the Doctor becomes complicit in the violence rather than apart from it, however much Martin attempts to exonerate him. Because his behaviour is explained by Crozier’s brain experiments, why in the courtroom the Doctor starts to denounce the veracity of the Matrix is bizarre and tends to unnecessarily obfuscate matters. No wonder the cast weren’t quite sure whether all of this is meant to be for real or some elaborate sham. And what does this ultimately amount to? Yet another Colin Baker story where the Doctor has gone mad and does awful things to Peri. Hmm.
It gets worse. Warned by Crozier that he only has a very little time to save Peri, the Doctor wanders about fomenting rebellion and chatting to a comedy space slug, indulging in banter with Yrcanos and basically abandoning Peri to her fate. And what a fate: given she’s been such an object of physical lust throughout her time, this is the ultimate body horror – the personality and self entirely eradicated and the frame occupied by a cold, alien monster. We don’t even see the moment of death: she’s just gone. It’s a potentially awesome exit, and because of the Doctor’s lack of urgency, the countdown to her demise is even more horrible – and it’s hard to argue against the Valeyard that the Doctor’s “negligence had made it impossible for her to live”. What lets these four episodes down is the doubt about why the Doctor is behaving so out of character. Unreliable narratives can be interesting, if there’s a point – but here, it just feels like the writer, script editor and director hadn’t really discussed it. Thanks to this slapdash approach, we end up with a Doctor who looks guilty as charged.
The Defence: “Is this relevant?”
The Doctor’s defence against these accusations – against the idea that he is a failed incarnation whose principal effect is to cause chaos and death, is a story plucked from his own future: ‘Terror of the Vervoids’. “Is it going to be the Doctor’s defence that he improves?” asks the Valeyard, incredulously. And apparently, astonishingly – it is!
The painful self-analysis of Parts 1-8 has been replaced by a breezy tale of mayhem and intrigue. The courtroom scenes are genuinely incidental, and barring a couple of instances of falsified evidence, this could have played as a straightforward story. To some, that’s a strength. However, placed in the trial format as the Doctor’s best example of the good he does, it looks unimpressive. Particularly since, if you replaced Tryst with Lasky, Mandrels wth Vervoids and zoology with agronomy this is pretty much a re-hash of Nightmare of Eden. Sadly, although it shares the earlier Baker story’s weak design work and variable acting, it lacks Tom Baker, Douglas Adams and Lalla Ward. Instead, Pip and Jane focus on their perennial obsession with unethical female scientists. Oddly, given Colin Baker has cited them as favoured authors, the Bakers also undermine the Doctor by making him a self-avowed fat clown. If this is the best defence of the era that both Colin Baker and the sixth Doctor can come up with, we really are in trouble. And the climactic accusation of genocide tends to undermine the whole Trial format – what was shaping up into a critique of the Doctor (and the show’s) raison d’etre suddenly becomes about a crime of which the Doctor is unambiguously innocent.
The Verdict: “Goodbye Doctor!”
Robert Holmes’ final script is a fascinating summary of his obsessions. The off-kilter Victoriana, the crepuscular world of cluttered rooms and rickety fairground paraphernalia, half-heard children’s laughter and the sound of hurdy gurdy hint at the world of childhood terrors Holmes conjured up in his greatest scripts. By uncovering the secrets of ‘The Mysterious Planet’ and unmasking the Time Lords’ conspiracy, Holmes shows he had a good idea of where this was going. And his master-stroke is making the chief villain the Doctor himself – who else would have the moral authority to really nail the Doctor on his worst flaws? But, the twist is the Valeyard is the Doctor at the end of his life, having surrendered to the Time Lord love of order and self-preservation at all costs. It’s a shame they bottled out of making him a full-blown future incarnation, but nevertheless, the point’s plain: the Doctor has to mend his ways or this is his future.
Sadly, the Bakers’ script for Part Fourteen suffers from similar flaws to their earlier efforts: too many under-developed plots and a story that’s extended by just throwing in another left-field development: here, it’s the collapse of the High Council and the Valeyard’s attempt to assassinate the jury. After Holmes sets up the Valeyard as an intriguing Hyde to the Doctor’s Jekyll, the Baker’s fumble the denouement by transforming him into a duplicate of the Master. Apparently, the Doctor’s darkest impulses consist of wanting to steal the Time Lords’ secrets and dress up in Victorian costumes, which puts an interesting spin on Remembrance of the Daleks‘ revelations.
As the climax to 14 weeks of trial, this doesn’t cut it: the idea of a future Doctor, desperate to avoid his final death, is wasted, the Master reverts to his worst use as a black hat baddie, and whereas Holmes seemed to be heading to a place where the Valeyard and the Doctor could finally resolve the questions of his interference and the deaths these cause, the Bakers tie it all up in a jolly romp that lacks the introspection and validation that Holmes seemed to be suggesting.
Ironically, catharsis (of spurious morality or otherwise) is what The Trial of a Time Lord is lacking. The Trial was explicitly set up to confront and purge the worst excesses of Season 22. Instead, it ends up confirming them. Only Robert Holmes – who’d lived through these problems before – saw the solution. The Doctor should have dismissed the Valeyard’s trumped up charges and unmasked the only person who could hate the Doctor that much: himself. And, to top it all, ripped down the hypocrisy of the Time Lords’ non-intervention policy once and for all. Instead, Philip Martin gets to crowbar his own story into the Trial, complete with a cowardly and untrustworthy Doctor, and then Pip and Jane off-handedly have the Doctor accept that he’s bad, and promise that he’ll get better if he gets another chance.
“It seems I must mend my ways,” said the fifth Doctor at the end of yet another massacre. But two years down the line nothing’s changed. We have yet another Doctor who’s failed to find another way, still steeped in blood, and a script editor still clinging to The Caves of Androzani as a viable model for stories rather than the one-off rescue job it actually was.
Surely it can’t go on like this?
The Sixth Doctor (2): The Hiatus – “If we stop his travels he’ll be in a mess”
In 1985, Doctor Who was cancelled, ostensibly for 18 months – although there’s a persistent belief that until fankind fought back, the show would never have returned in 1986. The immediate result was that the planned Season 23 stories were put on hold. However, in the brouhaha that followed the announcement, various BBC bods bashed Season 22 on the entirely justifiable grounds that it was too violent and basically crap. Whether that was actually a motivating factor in the “hiatus” or just a convenient ex post facto excuse is probably unknowable at this stage, but the impact on the production team – who had gone from the high watermark of 1983’s 20th anniversary celebrations at Longleat to the ignominy of not having a show any more can’t be underestimated.
But what did we lose? The actual Lost Stories have their admirers, but they are broadly more of the same that we had in Season 22: badly structured and derivative.
Superficially, The Nightmare Fair should be a winner. There’s a fantastic setting – Blackpool Pleasure Beach – and the opening scenes with the Doctor and Peri having a good time on the rides is lighter and simply more fun than anything we actually saw during Season 22. In its way, it is much a new beginning as The Mysterious Planet, and in many ways a more satisfying one. Equally, the return of an old villain, though a tired cliché by 1985, is handled decently: the Toymaker as a baddie is comprehensible without any real knowledge of his previous encounters with the Doctor – a super-being that treats living creatures as toys is not as arcane as, say, the first of the Time Lords harnessing the power of an astronomical quirk or the Cybermen retconning an adventure from 18 years before.
In the Big Finish audio we get their softened version of the sixth Doctor. Whether he would have been quite so cuddly on TV is open to question, so it’s difficult to say whether this would have seemed as much of a departure from the abrasive Season 22 characterisation. Peri would definitely have benefited from her pairing with Kevin – like the DJ, he’s a foil that brings out the best in her, and we see a side of her that was so often lacking when she and the Doctor grated on each others’ nerves.
The problem with The Nightmare Fair, though, is the same as bugged The Celestial Toymaker: given the scope of the premise, the execution just feels bland. So, what begins as a big adventure for the most tasteless Doctor in the most tasteless location gradually turns into lots of conversations in cells and corridors, and – instead of deadly musical chairs – a videogame climax that probably would have been a bit passé even in 1985.
It’s been years since I read The Ultimate Evil and, sorry Blog, I remember it just well enough to know I wouldn’t want to again – but I remember a tiresome story about two peaceful planets being urged to war by a capitalist alien, which is pretty much the kind of thing Philip Martin gives us. Plus, Daly has the Doctor sent into a murderous rage by a violence ray, which is exactly the kind of thing Colin Baker didn’t need.
There are things that are good about Mission to Magnus, but an equal number of things that don’t come off or, with 25 years hindsight, are just wrong. A battle of the sexes story, set on the planet of the women, was old hat by 1985, and Martin hardly covers himself with glory with some really off-colour jokes that basically imply that what these women need is for the neighbouring planet of the men to come and give them all a good seeing to. The ultimate pay-off, that marriage (with or without consent) is the only thing that can rescue these bad girls, is simply unacceptable, and the sniggering, cruel way that the women are written is equally bad taste.
Learning nothing from the preceding Colin Baker episodes, Martin has also inserted significant roles for child actors, a surfeit of baddies, and yet another Time Lord nemesis for the Doctor. Anzor, apparently the Gallifreyan school bully, is a silly idea that tends to cheapen the Time Lords, a further nail in the coffin for any credibility they might once have had, and the Doctor’s response, cowering and whining to Peri, is pretty demeaning and would have done nothing to enhance Colin Baker’s reputation. Thankfully, Anzor barely appears, and is there only to get the Doctor embroiled in the action.
In its favour are Sil and the Ice Warriors, the only major villains John Nathan-Turner never got round to reviving, are great too. Thought they don’t do much, it’s easy to imagine iconic images of them lumbering through the ice caves of Magnus. Best of all, the second episode – featuring a missing TARDIS, an apocalyptic glimpse into the future and a race against time – injects real energy, and jeopardy for all the characters.
For all this, though, it’s difficult to argue that Martin’s segment of The Trial isn’t vastly superior in every respect, with a better role for Sil, and an even more perilous second half. Mission to Magnus shows that what might have been isn’t always better than what we actually got.
The Hollows of Time bears many of the hallmarks of its writer, 1980s Script Editor Christopher H Bidmead’s favourite themes – even if it’s unclear how much he would have included had he finished the script at the time. But the 21st Century changes insisted on by the BBC, to eliminate the Master, makes the Big Finish version suffer. The first episode is successful in creating an air of mystery, and of menace, combining the Doctor’s funny turns, the corpses of the sand creatures and the nature of Professor Stream’s history with Foxwell and the Doctor. However, on the whole, the play gets too caught up in its own obfuscation and ends on an unsatisfactory, unresolved note. It’s certainly Bidmead’s weakest story.
So, The Nightmare Fair is a bit so-so, The Ultimate Evil is dross, Mission to Magnus has a planet of women straight out of a 1960s’ Dick Sharples script, and The Hollows of Time betrays Bidmead’s disillusionment with John Nathan-Turner’s list of script requirements, and lacks the sense of scale of the writer’s TV episodes. Yellow Fever and Gallifray remain unknown quantities, although Ian Levine’s précis of their stories in a recent podcast made neither sound especially promising. But we would have ended up with a season that brought back the Celestial Toymaker, Sil, The Ice Warriors, the Master, the Tractators, the Autons and the Time Lords, with a Doctor and Peri who were still bickering. It’s hard not to read something into the fact that the production office scrapped the lot rather than risk repeating the faults that the BBC were now claiming had got the show suspended in the first place.
So, Season 23 was completely rewritten to reflect the siege mentality that apparently existed in the production office. If the show was on trial behind the scenes, so the thinking went, then art should imitate life. Work therefore started on a 14-episode epic and, before that, a six-part story which was the first opportunity the production office had to respond to the criticisms of Season 22.
Slipback is a fascinating curio: the first official BBC Radio Doctor Who story, and the first time anyone really had the idea of continuing the series on audio. And where else would a writer look were they wanting to write sci-fi for radio than The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy? So you have the previously unthinkable spectacle of Eric Saward emulating Douglas Adams, with a drunk and ditzy ship’s computer, insane bureaucracy, a pustulating alien captain and a machine that wants to change the universe. Valentine Dyall’s captain is so similar to Bruce Purchase’s to qualify as homage: both are attended to by nurses and fawning lackeys, and their crews live in fear of their next explosion.
This in itself is fascinating: reacting to criticisms of the show’s violence, Saward is doing just as Graham Williams did and going for comedy instead. Fair enough, it’s only mildly amusing, but that’s a step up from where we have been with this script editor. Even the ubiquitous Doctor/Peri animosity has lost some of its edge. And in the scenes of the Doctor debating with the Inner Voice are probably the best writing Saward’s done for the character (in either incarnation) – discussing his experience of war, evolution, life, the universe and everything. For perhaps the first time, you can believe that the sixth Doctor really is the same man as the first five, under the bluster and bad taste costume. Here we have the sixth Doctor as Big Finish will later develop him: expansive, but avuncular. Not cruel or cowardly, but sad.
But on the other hand, this is another story, like Revelation of the Daleks, where the TARDIS’s presence is entirely irrelevant: as the Time Lords make clear, the Doctor cannot interfere, because the Vipod Mor always did what it is going to do. He doesn’t even meet the captain. If anything, his arrival has just caused problems. So, for the second Saward script in a row, we have a Doctor who is incidental to his own adventures, who lacks both the insight and the influence of his predecessors, and whose meddling has gone from being a risk to himself and his companions, to a risk to the whole stability of time. There’s only one thing the Time Lords can do now…