Most of the opening episodes of the sci-fi adventures are relatively eerie – from the exploration of the Dead Planet Skaro and the horrors of Marinus, to the spaceship tomb of The Sensorites and the weird surface of Vortis. This one’s pretty great though. The TARDIS has landed in amongst a whole load of rocket ships in a space museum. But straight away there’s something not right – the regulars aren’t wearing the same clothes as last week, and then a dropped glass reassembles itself in Vicki’s hand.

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Barbara runs away from El Akir, making him even crosser and causing him to hiss even more menacingly. But for another week in a row, she’s assisted by friendly locals who hate him for his cruelty. Ian encounters a less friendly local who plans to feed him to the ants, and Leicester quizzes Vicki, much to the Doctor’s annoyance.

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It all goes Julian and Sandy as the Doctor and Vicki spend the third week in a row mucking about with the punningly-named Ben Daheer. ‘Who’s your friend?’ Vicki sniggers as the merchant gives a fey wave. ‘A girl dressed as a boy,’ sighs the Chamberlain. ‘Is nothing understandable these days?’ However, things take a more serious turn when Princess Joanna approaches the Doctor, whom she senses she can trust, to discover King Richard’s plans for her future. The Doctor and Vicki continue to be a winning combination – Vicki’s now so settled in the TARDIS that she sees it as the only home she’s got, and although their plot in The Crusade hardly sets the pulse racing (despite the Doctor’s vague promise that court intrigues could be ‘very, very dangerous’), they’re much more fun to watch than the Doctor and Susan ever were.

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The episode opens with the Doctor, Vicki and Ian persuading King Richard to help them rescue Barbara – in blank verse too, which does means the Doctor says oddly out of character things like, ‘Methinks a fair bargain, sire’. His manipulative flattery, which was so amusing when deployed against Nero, here comes across as glib sycophancy because the tone of the story is so much more serious (even if the Doctor seems determined to treat it all as a big joke).

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After the amazing restorations of earlier Hartnell episodes, the incredibly ropy print of The Lion is a bit of a shock. Almost as shocking as seeing a bearded Julian Glover and some beardy men chatting in blank verse after six weeks of nothing but insect people.

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The Doctor looks genuinely terrified at the start of the episode, as the Animus’ hairdryer descends, but he remains defiant, refusing to be subjected, or terrorised. In Season Two, he’s largely been a deceptively active character in comparison to the more traditionally “mature” lead he played in the first season. He’s been engaging in fisticuffs, and generally getting almost as much physical stuff as William Russell. But under the influence of the Animus he seems to be aged, and rendered suddenly doddering. In context, it’s quite disturbing, and it makes the Animus seem like one of the most dangerous enemies yet.

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After a couple of weeks where she’s been relegated to feeding the Doctor lines, Vicki finally gets her mojo back, freeing the Doctor from the Animus’ power and leading their escape from the Carsenome. Along the way, she picks up Zombo the Zarbi, presumably as some kind of replacement for Sandy the Sand Beast.

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The design of The Web Planet is largely pretty impressive. Early on in this episode there’s a shot of a vast arena seen through a fluttering web, with the surface of Vortis stretching to the horizon. It has a scale beyond even Skaro or Marinus.

This , and Strutton’s world-building, is admirable – even if you don’t particularly like the story. Although Barbara and Hrostar have to share some exposition dialogue about the Animus and its control of the Zarbi, the man-in-a-moth-suit also reveals that the Zarbi have mutilated him so he will never fly again, which is weirdly upsetting.

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Hartnell gets his first chance to impress for a few weeks as he confronts the disembodied voice of his captor. Accused of being the vanguard of an invasion fleet, he defiantly grips his lapels and goes on the offensive, high-handedly lecturing the voice. What’s really impressive is his ability to dominate the TV screen, narrowing his eyes or darting them back and forth, taking it all in. He may fluff his way through a couple of scenes, but his physicality and presence are amazing.

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With the Doctor finally taking the situation seriously, the serial seems to be moving from “exploring a weird environment” to actually telling a story where the planet’s features (acid pools, thin atmosphere, strange creatures) that were mildly threatening last week start to be actively menacing.

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