There’s something very Dennis Wheatley about this story: of burnt-out businessmen who have presumably had their fill of worldly pleasures and have started to dabble in the otherworldly as an easy route to the success that has eluded them. The domesticity of the villains, and their disgust and incomprehension at what they’ve unlocked, is a new angle on sci-fi horror only hinted at by The Dæmons, where the Master’s plans for universal domination prevent it from being quite so thrillingly mundane.

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Sticking with the end of an era feel of Season 11, this episode is the closest thing the classic series has to those RTD’s season-finale reunions like Journey’s End. Not only does it bring back Mike Yates, to give him a chance of redemption ‘after that Golden Age mess’, but also Jo Grant – at least, a letter from the Amazon written in her distinctive voice, which means she’s present even if absent. As such, this isn’t just a swansong for Pertwee, but for his entire team.

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The last episode sees the villains spinning in increasingly erratic orbits around the Doctor’s centre of gravity, as he takes over their base and uses their weapons against them, apparently at the cost of his own life. This means Azaxyr gets a showdown with the Pels and is ultimately stabbed by a miner as he threatens to kill their Queen. It’s a slightly ignominious end, but there’s some nice theatre as his corpse is borne away. The venal Eckersley gets a less noble end: hunted down by Aggedor, in its role as Hound of the Baskervilles to his Stapleton, and mauled to death. It’s just desserts for the man who appropriated the image of Aggedor to line his own pockets.

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Again, the second half of the serial, while by no means great, is a significant improvement over the leaden first half. Eckersley may have turned into a bit of a panto sadist (he chuckles at the idea of the miners being massacred), but at least he’s vivid. Ortron gets to go out in style, proving to be a better chancellor than Hepesh as he hurls himself in front of the Queen to protect her from the Ice Warriors. And Azaxyr continues to be an excellent addition, revealed as an anti-Federation Marxiteer pining for the ‘good old days of death or glory’ – a jingoist like so many of the baddies this series.

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I’ll give this to The Monster of Peladon: this feels like the climax to a four-part adventure rather than a tedious six-parter middle episode. The script has a plot (maybe too much plot – it absolutely burns through it compared to the last three), and it has a pretty relentless pace that clearly inspires Lennie Mayne: the chaos of the revolt is represented really well, and the Doctor’s desperate race to stop Ettis, who has gone mad and decided to ‘kill them all!’ with his stolen sonic lance, really feels like life and death.

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There’s a well-intentioned if patronising message to the episode that Peladon is well overdue a dose of Women’s Lib, and Sarah Jane is the woman to administer it (just in case there’s any doubt, Ortron outs himself as a horrid old sexist with lines like, ‘Since she is only a female, her activities are of little importance’). I like the Doctor’s recognition that the planet is in need of some fresh thinking, and the trust he places in Sarah to educate the Queen, and it results in the best line of the episode: ‘There’s nothing only about being a girl.’ However, I fear she’s onto a loser with Thalira, who has all the majesty of a mousey suburban spouse, and whose main contribution to the episode is calling for ‘chairs and refreshments for our guests’ as if she’s organising an afternoon tea.

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I suspect my episode-a-day approach may do a disservice to The Monster of Peladon: while it’s only a couple of months since I saw The Curse of Peladon, viewers in 1974 would have had to think back two years to recall the Doctor’s first visit. And so what feels like a tiresome re-tread to me might have felt pleasingly nostalgic to them (or even brand new, to kids who’d started watching in the intervening years). That said, even if the original story isn’t fresh in your mind I think it’s hard to get very inspired by this: it’s so linear, with loads of wandering back and forth between gloomy locations while the poshest miners in the universe orate at each other, Queen Thalira pouts and Chancellor Ortron gets fruitier by the moment.

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The premise is fairly unusual: we’ve had “sequels” to previous encounters before (The Celestial Toymaker; Frontier in Space), returning monsters and villains, and even revisited a couple of locations years after an earlier adventure (The Ark; The Evil of the Daleks) but this is the first time the Doctor has consciously gone back somewhere to check up on how things are going. It’s pretty much the first time he’s been able to: in the 1960s he couldn’t steer the TARDIS and even last season he needed the Time Lords’ help to reliably get to the right place and time to defeat the Daleks. But Season 11 has seen him apparently gain a lot more control: reaching the right spot in the Middle Ages, getting Sarah Jane back home (give or take), and now this.

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This is possibly the most Star Trek episode of Doctor Who to date. While the Doctor and temporary companion Belal penetrate the interior of the Exxilon city (which has all the design elegance of an NHS hospital corridor circa 1988) to confront the insane computer that has destroyed the Exxilon civilisation and forced the survivors to worship it as a god. Meanwhile, the Daleks are also seeing a way into the heart of Exxilon power, while outside they force the natives into slavery. Replace the Daleks with Klingons, the Doctor with Captain Kirk and Belal with the local beauty and this has all the ingredients for a 1969 DesilLu budget spectacular.

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As the masterminds behind the Peruvian temples (at least according to the Doctor), the Exxilons are another of those Arthur C Clarke’s Mysterious World aliens the series was obsessed with in the early 1970s. It feels like we’ve heard the back-story of the living city of the Exxilons several times before already, and the possibility of the Doctor and Belal braving an Indiana Jones race through Inca traps is quickly put to bed when the puzzles that have confounded so many turn out to be tracing a maze, and (in one of the dumbest cliffhangers ever) avoiding some floor tiles.

All the bits with the Exxilons are fairly dull. Belal’s surprisingly articulate info-dump about their backstory goes on for ages, and the Crystal Maze challenges he and the Doctor face (three wrong turns and it’s an instant lock in) while strangely prescient of the Dark Tower sequences in The Five Doctors, are a typical Terry Nation device for padding out the script (how many pages? That’s ok, bung in another coffee break brain-teaser).

For the first time in the colour era, the Daleks are the most interesting thing about this. When they’re on screen, Briant keep finds interesting, even iconic things to do with them. For example, the location film “root” attack on one of the Dalek guards, culminating in its dome exploding, is spectacular, and the inspiration for the most eye-catching of all the Target book covers. Even the studio work is pretty strong (including another “root” versus Dalek punch-up, weirdly cheered on by the Doctor). But for all Briant’s efforts, he can’t quite turn this sow’s ear into a silk purse.

Next episode: Death to the Daleks – Part Four