I haven't had a blog in ages. Time to rectify that with one of my lazy one sentence quips about each story in season 4 now that it has finished...
Goodnight Sweet Russ! It was the best of times it was the metwurst of times
4.1) Partners In Crime - Flatulent, fruity & feeble fun...C+
4.2) Fires of Pompeii - CGI monster sinks another potential cracker-toa?...B+
4.3) Planet Of The Ood - I think this sentence must end soon; a boon...B+
4.4) Sontaron Strategem - 'Who's' homage to the SJA & after school specials?...B
4.5) Poison Sky - Sontar-blah! Ok it wasn't that bad, but the pun stays...B-
4.6) Doctor's Daughter - Georgia was a fox, alas, a pair of christmas socks...C+
4.7) Unicorn & the Wasp - GEOS says pile of snot, I say "topping day what!!"...A-
4.8) Silence In The Library - Mister Gold!! go and stand in the corner and think
about what you've done!! Moffat's fresh axe blade may
fall hard methinks...A-
4.9) Forest Of The Dead - Moffatt phones in his conclusion in from RTD's jacuzi?
"Here Stee!, let me show you the reins love!"...B+
4.10) Midnight - "Russell love, can you hold my reins while I try yours?" RTD's
pen??? 9 out of 10!...A
4.11) Turn Left - Poutie Billie hunts down her missing accent with a big one, timey
blimey!...B+
4.12) Stolen Earth - "Phil love! have you seen the kitchen sink?...Oh that's right,
I remember where I put it!"...B+
4.13) Journey's End?..or!.."RTD throws his dartboard at a dart factory" or "Russ
pins a donkey on his tale and shoves a shaken champagne
bottle up its "black hole"". Alright!!! I admit
it! I ate the whole can of condensed milk with a golden
tea spoon. Curse you empty carbs!...B
Monday, July 7, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
What's hot & what's snot!!
Fab!(ulous)
Pat & Fraze in a crutch..sorry clotch...no I'm mean cLUtch
'Big' Brig Nick C
Salivatin' Sil
Gilbert, Helen, Jopseph, Priscilla, Daisy, Kandy & all the loves down at Happiness Patrol central
Harrison Chase with his black gloves & briefcase
Borusa # 1's ample opportunity to make mince (pies)
Tilda & Tabby spit roasting Mel (for dinner) {!??}
Trau Morgus with his "resignation" on Krau Timmin's new desk
Cyril & His Funny Valentine Dyall
Pat's underused stovepipe
Pert's motherly cloaks & earnetht lithp
Mary Tamm's dress from Tara
John's Bower-man
The Captain & his Calufrax
The Silurain head wobble
Mike 'Junkyard' Jayston
Sil!(ly)
Lord Kiv
Tryst
Pex
Erato
The Taran Beast
What am I on?
Pat & Fraze in a crutch..sorry clotch...no I'm mean cLUtch
'Big' Brig Nick C
Salivatin' Sil
Gilbert, Helen, Jopseph, Priscilla, Daisy, Kandy & all the loves down at Happiness Patrol central
Harrison Chase with his black gloves & briefcase
Borusa # 1's ample opportunity to make mince (pies)
Tilda & Tabby spit roasting Mel (for dinner) {!??}
Trau Morgus with his "resignation" on Krau Timmin's new desk
Cyril & His Funny Valentine Dyall
Pat's underused stovepipe
Pert's motherly cloaks & earnetht lithp
Mary Tamm's dress from Tara
John's Bower-man
The Captain & his Calufrax
The Silurain head wobble
Mike 'Junkyard' Jayston
Sil!(ly)
Lord Kiv
Tryst
Pex
Erato
The Taran Beast
What am I on?
Sunday, February 10, 2008
The Lucozer's VHS catalouge system!!
Hello dear reader,
I've had far too much to do lately, moving house mainly, so I've been short on time to tome! The place I'm moving to is quite small. One of my vexing dilemmas space wise is that it's been hard to find a place that is out of view of visitors but also rapidly accessible at a nervy nerd's notice to store my idiosyncratically labelled Dr Who VHS collection. I'm happy for the official BBC DVD's to be on view, for reasons I'll explain later, but my VHS collection is another matter.
At some point in the late 80's, I decided it was a good idea to colour code my VHS tapes by Doctor. I already had a folder with the contents of each tape fastidiously documented, so it seemed the next natural slash painfully anal & obsessive step towards perfection. I ran a strip of electrical tape down the spine of each tape cover & in black texta wrote the appropriate Doctor's name & the number of tape for that Doctor i.e. William Hartnell #4 or Tom Baker #27, each Doctor starting from #1 for their era.
My grand plan was for each Doctor to have his own individual colour, until I realised that I only had 4 colours & that Dad was never going to drive his uber geek son to the supermarket to buy electrical tape for Dr Who video catalouging purposes. And of course being a kid I also had to do it all NOW!! So, some doctor's had to share colours, but they had to have at least one other colour between them otherwise it just wouldn't do for the sake of easy differentiation. Hartnell was green, Troughton white, Pertwee red, Tom Baker green, Davison yellow, Colin Baker red & McCoy yellow. Hartnell was green because I randomly started with that colour, but Troughton was the sole 'white' Doctor as he is my favourite. I felt he deserved to stand alone & not share his colour. In fact, he's so cool he got a tone instead. The others were chosen based on my 'must be separated by another colour' manifesto. I think I also vaguely factored in how much of each colour tape I had, knowing that I would need a full roll of one colour, if not more, to complete the voluminous 32(?) tape Tom Baker collection. I must have had a big roll of green.
As luck would have it, all the colours lasted, but there was very little left of each & I think I copped a stern 'Oh Lucozer!! really!!!' the next time Mum or Dad needed electrical tape. I was very proud of my handiwork & they all looked rather grand lined up on my pine book shelf. It was much easier to grab for the correct tape using the number codes from my book & my splendid spine labels rather than craning my neck sideways & straining to read my tiny handwriting on the spine that would say, for example..
Robot 4/4
Ark In Space 1,2,3,4/4
Sontaron Experiment 1,2/2
As fans, I won't have to explain the numerical code to you. The eagle eyed will spot that 'Robot' (the first Tom Baker story) is missing parts 1,2 & 3. Were they therefore on the end of the previous tape with Jon Pertwee's swansong 'Planet Of Spiders' I hear you ask? I also hear you ask whether that awkward 'mixed Doctor' tape would then be considered the final Jon Pertwee tape or the first Tom Baker tape? (or both?) Well, the two doctors on one tape problem did trouble me. I usually decided that whichever Doctor had the the most episodes on the tape could claim it for their colour. Jon would win in this marvellous theoretical case. However, this theoretical tape didn't in fact exist as for some reason I didn't tape the first few parts of Robot. Tom Baker Tape 1 started with Robot part 4.
There was an exception to this 'most episodes' rule though, a case where I had a tape with 'Revelation Of The Daleks' parts 2,3 & 4 followed by 'Ark In Space' 1,2,3 & 4 (again), which I inexpicably taped twice, perhaps by uncontrollable compulsion. It was also inexplicable that the ABC followed one with the other in 1993 during the infamous 4.30am screenings. Anyway, I decided that because Colin Baker only had a very meagre 6 tapes & because I had 'Ark In Space' in its correct place, even though this out of place 'Ark In Space' was in better condition than the one on Tom Baker #1, Colin's 3 episodes would trump Tom's 4.
Other problems emerged with the passing of time. I would buy or record off telly a new story & have to painfully insert it into my inflexible system. Oh how I gnashed my teeth & grimaced! At first I changed each bit of spinal tape onto the next tape & changed the number in my book to accomodate the insertions. Jon Pertwee 6 would become Jon Perwtee 7 with the new one taking the formers number & so on etc etc. This proved intensely frustrating & time consuming, but my obsessive ways would not let me submit to the easy, lazy ignominy of, say, having a Jon Pertwee 6A! It was, to quote the wonderful Stephen Fry, "a thundering nuisance, I don't mind telling you!".
More time passed & through lack of having the correct colour electrical tape when I needed it &, thankfully, eventually getting a life, I ended up with a few 'vanilla' spines. Tapes without tape!? that were merely inserted in the correct chronological position. At this point, I decided to turn them all around to face the tapes own label outwards again. This way, they all looked blandly similar, could have been any old movie or tv show to the casual observer & did not look geekily arranged in any way.
Now, at this time of moving house, they just look a bit too ratty & hodge podge to be on display. Also, the few official BBC tapes look incongruous amongst my far more numerous 'taped off the telly' tapes & also give away my long time fanboy status. The BBC DVD's are ok, they look slick & tidy & don't suggest such an arch obsession. Several have now replaced their VHS counterpart in my affections. Also, the new series has leant the old series a quaint, ironic, post-modern cool. Phew! But only in retrospect though mind you!! VHS really does give the game away. NERD BOY!
I really don't care what people think. I'm being overly silly for effect. But tell me loves that you don't feel a tiny little squirm inside when a new partner looks at a whole bookshelf devoted to your slavish love for a show that more often than not has been sub par & sometimes downright embarrasing over its huge life span. Tell me you don't immediately go into defensive mode & feel the need to madly justify & qualify.
Back to unpacking boxes. Damn. How nice it was to procrastinate for a moment...
xx Lucozer..
I've had far too much to do lately, moving house mainly, so I've been short on time to tome! The place I'm moving to is quite small. One of my vexing dilemmas space wise is that it's been hard to find a place that is out of view of visitors but also rapidly accessible at a nervy nerd's notice to store my idiosyncratically labelled Dr Who VHS collection. I'm happy for the official BBC DVD's to be on view, for reasons I'll explain later, but my VHS collection is another matter.
At some point in the late 80's, I decided it was a good idea to colour code my VHS tapes by Doctor. I already had a folder with the contents of each tape fastidiously documented, so it seemed the next natural slash painfully anal & obsessive step towards perfection. I ran a strip of electrical tape down the spine of each tape cover & in black texta wrote the appropriate Doctor's name & the number of tape for that Doctor i.e. William Hartnell #4 or Tom Baker #27, each Doctor starting from #1 for their era.
My grand plan was for each Doctor to have his own individual colour, until I realised that I only had 4 colours & that Dad was never going to drive his uber geek son to the supermarket to buy electrical tape for Dr Who video catalouging purposes. And of course being a kid I also had to do it all NOW!! So, some doctor's had to share colours, but they had to have at least one other colour between them otherwise it just wouldn't do for the sake of easy differentiation. Hartnell was green, Troughton white, Pertwee red, Tom Baker green, Davison yellow, Colin Baker red & McCoy yellow. Hartnell was green because I randomly started with that colour, but Troughton was the sole 'white' Doctor as he is my favourite. I felt he deserved to stand alone & not share his colour. In fact, he's so cool he got a tone instead. The others were chosen based on my 'must be separated by another colour' manifesto. I think I also vaguely factored in how much of each colour tape I had, knowing that I would need a full roll of one colour, if not more, to complete the voluminous 32(?) tape Tom Baker collection. I must have had a big roll of green.
As luck would have it, all the colours lasted, but there was very little left of each & I think I copped a stern 'Oh Lucozer!! really!!!' the next time Mum or Dad needed electrical tape. I was very proud of my handiwork & they all looked rather grand lined up on my pine book shelf. It was much easier to grab for the correct tape using the number codes from my book & my splendid spine labels rather than craning my neck sideways & straining to read my tiny handwriting on the spine that would say, for example..
Robot 4/4
Ark In Space 1,2,3,4/4
Sontaron Experiment 1,2/2
As fans, I won't have to explain the numerical code to you. The eagle eyed will spot that 'Robot' (the first Tom Baker story) is missing parts 1,2 & 3. Were they therefore on the end of the previous tape with Jon Pertwee's swansong 'Planet Of Spiders' I hear you ask? I also hear you ask whether that awkward 'mixed Doctor' tape would then be considered the final Jon Pertwee tape or the first Tom Baker tape? (or both?) Well, the two doctors on one tape problem did trouble me. I usually decided that whichever Doctor had the the most episodes on the tape could claim it for their colour. Jon would win in this marvellous theoretical case. However, this theoretical tape didn't in fact exist as for some reason I didn't tape the first few parts of Robot. Tom Baker Tape 1 started with Robot part 4.
There was an exception to this 'most episodes' rule though, a case where I had a tape with 'Revelation Of The Daleks' parts 2,3 & 4 followed by 'Ark In Space' 1,2,3 & 4 (again), which I inexpicably taped twice, perhaps by uncontrollable compulsion. It was also inexplicable that the ABC followed one with the other in 1993 during the infamous 4.30am screenings. Anyway, I decided that because Colin Baker only had a very meagre 6 tapes & because I had 'Ark In Space' in its correct place, even though this out of place 'Ark In Space' was in better condition than the one on Tom Baker #1, Colin's 3 episodes would trump Tom's 4.
Other problems emerged with the passing of time. I would buy or record off telly a new story & have to painfully insert it into my inflexible system. Oh how I gnashed my teeth & grimaced! At first I changed each bit of spinal tape onto the next tape & changed the number in my book to accomodate the insertions. Jon Pertwee 6 would become Jon Perwtee 7 with the new one taking the formers number & so on etc etc. This proved intensely frustrating & time consuming, but my obsessive ways would not let me submit to the easy, lazy ignominy of, say, having a Jon Pertwee 6A! It was, to quote the wonderful Stephen Fry, "a thundering nuisance, I don't mind telling you!".
More time passed & through lack of having the correct colour electrical tape when I needed it &, thankfully, eventually getting a life, I ended up with a few 'vanilla' spines. Tapes without tape!? that were merely inserted in the correct chronological position. At this point, I decided to turn them all around to face the tapes own label outwards again. This way, they all looked blandly similar, could have been any old movie or tv show to the casual observer & did not look geekily arranged in any way.
Now, at this time of moving house, they just look a bit too ratty & hodge podge to be on display. Also, the few official BBC tapes look incongruous amongst my far more numerous 'taped off the telly' tapes & also give away my long time fanboy status. The BBC DVD's are ok, they look slick & tidy & don't suggest such an arch obsession. Several have now replaced their VHS counterpart in my affections. Also, the new series has leant the old series a quaint, ironic, post-modern cool. Phew! But only in retrospect though mind you!! VHS really does give the game away. NERD BOY!
I really don't care what people think. I'm being overly silly for effect. But tell me loves that you don't feel a tiny little squirm inside when a new partner looks at a whole bookshelf devoted to your slavish love for a show that more often than not has been sub par & sometimes downright embarrasing over its huge life span. Tell me you don't immediately go into defensive mode & feel the need to madly justify & qualify.
Back to unpacking boxes. Damn. How nice it was to procrastinate for a moment...
xx Lucozer..
Friday, January 18, 2008
Hello my dears, Co-Pilot here!
Top 5 Unlikely Dr/ Companion Romantic Liasons...
5) Tom & Tegan
4) Sylv & Mel
3) Willy & Sara Kingdom
2) Col & Peri
1) Willy & Ben
Top 5 Atrocious Accents
5) Tryst
4) Theodore Nicolai Kerensky
3) Stor
2) Delilah
1) Dame Billie Piper on Parky recently
Menage-A-Trois?
9) Vivienne Fay, Amelia Rumford & Romana
8) JNT, Gaz & Matthew Waterboy
7) Chris, Capt. Dick & Rose
6) Davros, Nyder & some embryonic Dalek jelly!
5) Gilbert, Joseph C & Kandydarling!
4) Peter, Turlough & Turlough's brother
3) Pat, Jamie & Col!
2) Jon & a lucky dip from any other 2 of the Unit "family"
1) A fab free for all between Glitz, Dibber, Handbag, Balazaar, Broken Tooth, Merdeen, Queen Katryca, Col & Jayston!!!
Nepotistic Ballistic!! - Season 4 casting news!!!...
Beryl Reid's daughter, Graham Crowden's nephew & Eileen Way's kitty as the New Shaboogans!!
Night night!!
Co-P (with a dash of cumin from the 'Cozer)
Top 5 Unlikely Dr/ Companion Romantic Liasons...
5) Tom & Tegan
4) Sylv & Mel
3) Willy & Sara Kingdom
2) Col & Peri
1) Willy & Ben
Top 5 Atrocious Accents
5) Tryst
4) Theodore Nicolai Kerensky
3) Stor
2) Delilah
1) Dame Billie Piper on Parky recently
Menage-A-Trois?
9) Vivienne Fay, Amelia Rumford & Romana
8) JNT, Gaz & Matthew Waterboy
7) Chris, Capt. Dick & Rose
6) Davros, Nyder & some embryonic Dalek jelly!
5) Gilbert, Joseph C & Kandydarling!
4) Peter, Turlough & Turlough's brother
3) Pat, Jamie & Col!
2) Jon & a lucky dip from any other 2 of the Unit "family"
1) A fab free for all between Glitz, Dibber, Handbag, Balazaar, Broken Tooth, Merdeen, Queen Katryca, Col & Jayston!!!
Nepotistic Ballistic!! - Season 4 casting news!!!...
Beryl Reid's daughter, Graham Crowden's nephew & Eileen Way's kitty as the New Shaboogans!!
Night night!!
Co-P (with a dash of cumin from the 'Cozer)
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Torchwood Returns!....but first a quick look back...
Hello loves,
Last night the Co-Pilot & I strapped ourselves to the couch with some Gin & Tonics & a vast array of nibbles to re-watch the final two episodes from season 1 of Torchwood. On the whole we were suitably impressed.
I was a restless 'fan in waiting' with Torchwood for most of the first season. I wanted to adore it but felt it was often flawed & rarely worthy of my potentially slavish, slobbering fan love. Of course I was going to watch every episode regardless, but it was very easy to pick at. Slow motion 'strutting in duffle coats' wank, Cardiff tourist video padding, ridiculous plot contrivances, clunky set pieces & some blushingly embarrasing dialouge just to name a few of the constant (but very much repairable) faults. The basic concept of Torchwood is strong & the cast is a winner, the production team just needed to do a lot of tightening up & thankfully they got very near the mark by the end of the season.
The final two episodes are a huge improvement on most of the season up to that point. John Barrowman shows unexpected & much welcome subtlety & humility, particularly in 'Capt Jack Harkness'. The posturing, vaseline grinned cardboard-try-hard man of mystery has given way to a textured, sympathetic & nobly tragic figure. With this change, Jack has become much sexier & more ponderable. The appearance of the real Capt. Jack on the scene makes Jack more mysterious than ever & at the same time much more vulnerable as his fraudulent identity is exposed. This gives Barrowman lots of 'actors meat' to bite into. Barrowman, to his credit, knew what the stakes were in these crucial episodes & he plays the revelation & its aftermath beautifully. When it really counted, after seeming to be coasting at times during the season, he pulled out all the stops. As the 'cockular' (as opposed to titular? ey, ey!) head of the cast, he needed too.
The cocky Captain is rendered relatively shy & awkward by the stunning Mr Rippy as the 'real' Capt Jack. Barrowman wouldn't have had to try too hard to be convincing in his attraction to Rippy though. Rippy is quite possibly the sexiest guest star ever to grace the Who-niverse. He even makes Barrowman look a little homely (only by impossible comparison though!...sorry love!!). Their scenes together are spot on; resplendant with natural intimate chemistry, smouldering sexual tension & careful nuance. Surely Rippy & Barrowman need to spin-off into another spin-off & enjoy all the 'fondant supreme' that a saucy 10.30 evening slot can offer!!!!
Dramatic highpoints were plentiful. Gwen's breakdown as she cradles Rhys' lifeless, bloodied body in 'End Of Days' is gut wrenching. Her anguish, while riskily noisy & frantic, is utterly believable in the hands of such an assured actress. A quite stunning performance. The gunpoint standoff with the team divided over whether or not to open the rift & who to side with was another breathstopper, superbly played across the board.
And who can forget ol' 'vinegar lips'; Bilis Manger. At times sounding like a camp, evil D84, at others reminding one of a more theatrical third cousin of the unblinking, malevolant Morgus from Androzani, he is the best villian that Dr Who hasn't had in its 3 seasons so far. He is the finest 'nasty' in the new Who-niverse. Shifting from posturing eye-brow raising villian to brutally callous monster in a blink (& sometimes with a poisonous purse of his vinegar lips) he is truly marvellous. Hopefully RTD had him put on ice immediately after filming 'End Of Days' so that his advanced years don't prevent a slew of much anticipated return appearances.
Although the huge stomping horned beastie was a d-grade excuse for a lavish season finale showdown, Barrowman's conviction just got it over the line. The Torchwood team friction was the real showdown anyway. That was more than good enough. Jack's resurrection 3 days (?!) after vanquishing the beast was lovely too, the religious inconography that would have soiled any such moment in recent Dr Who is thankfully absent & we have a truly touching & beautifully underplayed scene with Jack welcomed back by the surprised team. No need for sweeping strings; the guilty tear soaked look at Jack from Owen, the excited rush for a hug by Tosh, the trembling, disbelieving lovers kiss from Ianto; they all speak volumes & help the scene to resonate much more deeply than would have been the case with the orchestral mush & stylised emotional manipulation of new series Dr Who. The teacher must learn from the student it seems.
I'm very much looking forward to season 2 & this little freshen up on where things left off has filled me with fan saliva of the finest kind, ready to gush forth...
Lucozer...
Last night the Co-Pilot & I strapped ourselves to the couch with some Gin & Tonics & a vast array of nibbles to re-watch the final two episodes from season 1 of Torchwood. On the whole we were suitably impressed.
I was a restless 'fan in waiting' with Torchwood for most of the first season. I wanted to adore it but felt it was often flawed & rarely worthy of my potentially slavish, slobbering fan love. Of course I was going to watch every episode regardless, but it was very easy to pick at. Slow motion 'strutting in duffle coats' wank, Cardiff tourist video padding, ridiculous plot contrivances, clunky set pieces & some blushingly embarrasing dialouge just to name a few of the constant (but very much repairable) faults. The basic concept of Torchwood is strong & the cast is a winner, the production team just needed to do a lot of tightening up & thankfully they got very near the mark by the end of the season.
The final two episodes are a huge improvement on most of the season up to that point. John Barrowman shows unexpected & much welcome subtlety & humility, particularly in 'Capt Jack Harkness'. The posturing, vaseline grinned cardboard-try-hard man of mystery has given way to a textured, sympathetic & nobly tragic figure. With this change, Jack has become much sexier & more ponderable. The appearance of the real Capt. Jack on the scene makes Jack more mysterious than ever & at the same time much more vulnerable as his fraudulent identity is exposed. This gives Barrowman lots of 'actors meat' to bite into. Barrowman, to his credit, knew what the stakes were in these crucial episodes & he plays the revelation & its aftermath beautifully. When it really counted, after seeming to be coasting at times during the season, he pulled out all the stops. As the 'cockular' (as opposed to titular? ey, ey!) head of the cast, he needed too.
The cocky Captain is rendered relatively shy & awkward by the stunning Mr Rippy as the 'real' Capt Jack. Barrowman wouldn't have had to try too hard to be convincing in his attraction to Rippy though. Rippy is quite possibly the sexiest guest star ever to grace the Who-niverse. He even makes Barrowman look a little homely (only by impossible comparison though!...sorry love!!). Their scenes together are spot on; resplendant with natural intimate chemistry, smouldering sexual tension & careful nuance. Surely Rippy & Barrowman need to spin-off into another spin-off & enjoy all the 'fondant supreme' that a saucy 10.30 evening slot can offer!!!!
Dramatic highpoints were plentiful. Gwen's breakdown as she cradles Rhys' lifeless, bloodied body in 'End Of Days' is gut wrenching. Her anguish, while riskily noisy & frantic, is utterly believable in the hands of such an assured actress. A quite stunning performance. The gunpoint standoff with the team divided over whether or not to open the rift & who to side with was another breathstopper, superbly played across the board.
And who can forget ol' 'vinegar lips'; Bilis Manger. At times sounding like a camp, evil D84, at others reminding one of a more theatrical third cousin of the unblinking, malevolant Morgus from Androzani, he is the best villian that Dr Who hasn't had in its 3 seasons so far. He is the finest 'nasty' in the new Who-niverse. Shifting from posturing eye-brow raising villian to brutally callous monster in a blink (& sometimes with a poisonous purse of his vinegar lips) he is truly marvellous. Hopefully RTD had him put on ice immediately after filming 'End Of Days' so that his advanced years don't prevent a slew of much anticipated return appearances.
Although the huge stomping horned beastie was a d-grade excuse for a lavish season finale showdown, Barrowman's conviction just got it over the line. The Torchwood team friction was the real showdown anyway. That was more than good enough. Jack's resurrection 3 days (?!) after vanquishing the beast was lovely too, the religious inconography that would have soiled any such moment in recent Dr Who is thankfully absent & we have a truly touching & beautifully underplayed scene with Jack welcomed back by the surprised team. No need for sweeping strings; the guilty tear soaked look at Jack from Owen, the excited rush for a hug by Tosh, the trembling, disbelieving lovers kiss from Ianto; they all speak volumes & help the scene to resonate much more deeply than would have been the case with the orchestral mush & stylised emotional manipulation of new series Dr Who. The teacher must learn from the student it seems.
I'm very much looking forward to season 2 & this little freshen up on where things left off has filled me with fan saliva of the finest kind, ready to gush forth...
Lucozer...
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
RTD's bucket of warm ego nog!... 'Voyage Of The Damned'!!
Oh Russell! You've put on your naughty apron haven't you love?! You know, the one with the big plastic knockers on it. You've served up for chrissy dinner just what I expected really; a fat, greasy turkey. However, it must be said, a relatively tender & juicy one (compared to Runaway Bride) with lashings of salty luke-warm gravy on a table laden with glittery party poppers full of quick bangs (& cheap plastic crap of course).
The first 10-15 minutes were actually rather good. There wasn't too much to fault. The set up & lead up to the asteroid hits was handled with Russell's trademark casual, off-handed (over)confidence backed up by some marvellous FX. The Titanic looked great hovering above Earth & the TARDIS walls re-aligning looked fab. I liked the sonic screwdriver/ champagne cork gag too. Oh how we drunkenly tittered. Geoffrey Palmer was the other great thing about the opening minutes. He invested his small part with subtetly & depth. He was sadly underused though & shamefully killed off after only 15 minutes at most.
The re-jigged theme tune! I almost forgot. Wonderful. I've never been a huge fan of Mr Gold's OTT orchestral version but the drum heavy remix with new string stabs & synth pads has well & truly polished the turd. It's now the sweetest poo brown you've ever heard. It's the best version since the marvellous 1980 Howell version. I know the Co-Pilot is a big softie for the '86 mix though. If Murray re-mixed this himself, then, well, I'm his newest tolerator!
From about the 15 minute mark on though, Russell's writing lapses into trademark laziness; too much running around, adolescent lovey dovey mush, theft of ideas (I'll only call it homage when it's done well) such as the second rate 'Robots Of Death' schtick, silly psuedo religious claptrap AGAIN!!! (the Doctor summoning the angels) Really Russell! Come on!!...just to name a few of the flatulent faults. I did however like the flabby fancy dress couple & when dear old 'Buckingham Bessy' waved off the Titanic with her cheery tidings, I did want to give Russell a big bear hug. If you're going to be silly, then be operatically silly like that. Don't go half way. Much of VOTD goes half way; it's half way silly, half way dramatic, halfway credible & halfway scripted.
Kylie was 4 parts cheap bubbly white to 1 part chartreuse (I HATE chartreuse, it tastes like dishwashing liquid). Not too bad I suppose, but when we could have had a Martha or a Sally Sparrow aiding the Doctor, it really wasn't good enough. Clive Swift does quite well despite some lame dialouge.
'Voyage Of The Damned' is the huge fart that just won't come out when you're lying face down on your bed christmas night after eating & drinking far too much all day. You know it will stink but you know it's the only thing that will make you feel better. VOTD is that kind of awkward contradiction. It is as awkward as the metaphor I've just coughed up like a furball in an effort to capture this unweildly slab of christmas pud.
For the Co-Pilot, who had his birthday on the day of viewing & assembled his family & friends in a marvellous 'Anethian tribute' to himself, it turned out to be the token gift inside the huge, flashy package with golden ribbons & bows. Better than 'Runaway Bride' but a few mince pies short of 'Christmas Invasion'
'Weakling Scum!!!!'...Lucozer....
The first 10-15 minutes were actually rather good. There wasn't too much to fault. The set up & lead up to the asteroid hits was handled with Russell's trademark casual, off-handed (over)confidence backed up by some marvellous FX. The Titanic looked great hovering above Earth & the TARDIS walls re-aligning looked fab. I liked the sonic screwdriver/ champagne cork gag too. Oh how we drunkenly tittered. Geoffrey Palmer was the other great thing about the opening minutes. He invested his small part with subtetly & depth. He was sadly underused though & shamefully killed off after only 15 minutes at most.
The re-jigged theme tune! I almost forgot. Wonderful. I've never been a huge fan of Mr Gold's OTT orchestral version but the drum heavy remix with new string stabs & synth pads has well & truly polished the turd. It's now the sweetest poo brown you've ever heard. It's the best version since the marvellous 1980 Howell version. I know the Co-Pilot is a big softie for the '86 mix though. If Murray re-mixed this himself, then, well, I'm his newest tolerator!
From about the 15 minute mark on though, Russell's writing lapses into trademark laziness; too much running around, adolescent lovey dovey mush, theft of ideas (I'll only call it homage when it's done well) such as the second rate 'Robots Of Death' schtick, silly psuedo religious claptrap AGAIN!!! (the Doctor summoning the angels) Really Russell! Come on!!...just to name a few of the flatulent faults. I did however like the flabby fancy dress couple & when dear old 'Buckingham Bessy' waved off the Titanic with her cheery tidings, I did want to give Russell a big bear hug. If you're going to be silly, then be operatically silly like that. Don't go half way. Much of VOTD goes half way; it's half way silly, half way dramatic, halfway credible & halfway scripted.
Kylie was 4 parts cheap bubbly white to 1 part chartreuse (I HATE chartreuse, it tastes like dishwashing liquid). Not too bad I suppose, but when we could have had a Martha or a Sally Sparrow aiding the Doctor, it really wasn't good enough. Clive Swift does quite well despite some lame dialouge.
'Voyage Of The Damned' is the huge fart that just won't come out when you're lying face down on your bed christmas night after eating & drinking far too much all day. You know it will stink but you know it's the only thing that will make you feel better. VOTD is that kind of awkward contradiction. It is as awkward as the metaphor I've just coughed up like a furball in an effort to capture this unweildly slab of christmas pud.
For the Co-Pilot, who had his birthday on the day of viewing & assembled his family & friends in a marvellous 'Anethian tribute' to himself, it turned out to be the token gift inside the huge, flashy package with golden ribbons & bows. Better than 'Runaway Bride' but a few mince pies short of 'Christmas Invasion'
'Weakling Scum!!!!'...Lucozer....
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