Showing posts with label Doctor Who. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Doctor Who. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

An Adventure in Space and Time (2013)

It is 1966 and a car pauses on the street. Seen ahead through the fog is a police box. A police man emerges and walks toward the car. “You must move along, sir,” he tells the driver. The driver is William Hartnell (David Bradley), who appears bemused.

Flashback to 1963. Sydney Newman (Brian Cox), head of BBC Drama, needs a half hour show to bridge a gap between two ratings hits. He has in mind a Sci-Fi show, which induces groans from the others in the room. He knows just the person to produce the show: Verity Lambert (Jessica Raine). Verity had been his assistant at ITV but he promotes her to show runner, the first female producer at BBC! She is assigned Waris Hussein to be her director; he is the first Indian director at BBC! As they hammer out details of the script and get props to design the TARDIS, Verity looks for the titular Doctor Who. She wants someone who is grandfatherly, a bit abrasive, but still charming. She finds William Hartnell. Hartnell has spent his career in the mold of criminals or military/authority figures. His most noted recent role is that of a Sergeant Major in The Army Game. He’s not sure he is right for the part but is convinced to try it. He loves it. From these early beginnings, the show moves through the years and the people leave. Waris is the first to go. Then his onscreen granddaughter, Carole Ann Ford, departs. The whole cast is gone but for Hartnell after two years and then Verity Lambert moved on. The later part of the show is rather depressing and sad. Though only in his fifties, Hartnell is not well and has trouble remembering his lines. By 1966, Sydney tells him that it’s time to get a new Doctor. Hartnell is heartbroken but approves the choice for his replacement.

Back on the road, the policeman knocks on the window. Hartnell rolls it down, is recognized by the now happy policeman, and then drives on. Today is the last day of filming, the day the Doctor regenerates and a new actor, Patrick Troughton, takes the reins.

This is a terrific TV movie and loads of fun. It is great to see them chat while Daleks roll in the background or the Doctor is dressed for the Reign of Terror, or Cybermen are taking a smoke break. Each year, there is a photo of the latest batch of companions. It is also quite sad. Hartnell is the central character and this is mostly a tragedy from his perspective. All those who were with him at the beginning have departed for other projects, his health is failing and not helped by the 48 week shooting schedule, and he can barely remember his lines. He takes such joy in interacting with the young fans of the show and doesn’t want to let go.

A must see for any Doctor Who fan. This is how it all started.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Doctor Who's Sex Change

Fifty-four years after the start of Doctor Who, the latest incarnation will be female.  The Doctor is an alien from the planet Gallifrey and somehow in those 5 decades it was never mentioned that Gallifreyans could change sex.  I lost interest in the modern version of the show sometime around the end of David Tennant and the beginning of Matt Smith.  It went from a young and frantic Doctor to younger and more frantic Doctor.  I tried getting back into the show when Peter Capaldi replaced Smith but was crushed by his introduction, notably the moment when his "companion" slapped him like he was a misbehaving child back when it was not child abuse to slap children.  Heck, the companion was more in charge than the bemused Doctor.
 
The planet Gallifrey had quite a few Time Lords and not all of them were men.  For nearly three years the Doctor was accompanied by Romana, a Time Lady.  Unlike the rest of the Time Lords, she did not die during the catastrophe.  She was stranded in E-Space, some alternate universe, where she presumably lives still.  If the BBC is so eager to have a female Time Lady, bring back Romana.  Nope, let's regenerated into a woman.  The outlandish comedy of Doctor Who: The Curse of Fatal Death has ceased to be comedy and is now canon.  Joy.
 
For a former fan, this is depressing to see.  So many shows from my youth that have been rebooted have turned to crap.  Star Trek is self-hating drivel, Star Wars is on the social justice bandwagon, Ghostbusters was sold as feminist propaganda, Henry Cavill's Superman is a guilt-ridden white male, and now Doctor Who is transgender.  The Planet of the Apes franchise has been extremely well done and highly entertaining but, in the end, humanity is the villain.  Yeah, more of that self-hatred.
 
As for the Doctor, the BBC should have just gone all in and had the Doctor regenerate as a gay black Muslim woman confined to a wheelchair.  Just watch those ratings skyrocket with all that social justice.