For Clara and Doctor:
Some insipired scheduling...(look out the window)
Some insipired scheduling...(look out the window)
Some insipired scheduling...(look out the window)
was going to mention that but considered the possibility this happens every hundred million years so technically the moon is only 100 million years old. but other than that agree completely - perfectly happy with a giant insect hatching from the moon-egg and flying away - just don't pluck numbers out the air when it takes about 20 seconds to google it!But the repeated mentions of the moon being 100 million years old
This was the single best episode of Doctor Who ever.
The joke is that the episode as a whole is a decisive move towards the classic themes of science fiction they espouse. Harness was apparently instructed to “Hinchcliffe the shit” out of the first fifteen minutes, and he did, but equally important is the way in which he Lamberted the shit out of it. On a very basic level, this starts like the show did back, well, in the immediate aftermath of two teachers from Coal Hill School confronting a secretive alien in their school. It starts with “here’s a weird place, let’s go explore it.” It does a self-consciously back to basics opening, complete with the Doctor not using the namechecked psychic paper and instead doing a classic, fast, and utterly believable bit of talking his way into command of a situation. There’s a self-conscious move, throughout the start of this episode, to frameDoctor Who in a very classic way.
That’s been a mission statement all season, but with the exception of Into the Dalek, which combined a visually splendid “here’s what Terry Nation wished you could see” with the same warmed over Dalek story we’ve been redoing since 2005, there hasn’t really been the decisive turn to doing the “here’s Doctor Who as you expect it, only not quite” approach that this season has been developing onto something that’s almost entirely composed out of the series’ golden age science fiction heritage.
The series has gotten very smart about how it handles the near future, fully embracing the fact that it’s going to be proven wrong by longevity and accepting that you can still do interesting television that’s a clear extension of the immediate-term. Or, to put it another way, and a relevant one given the Mexican mining facility, The Enemy of the World is not harmed in the least by the fact that it’s looking mediocre as a prediction of 2018. Which, you know, we might have figured out when 2000 AD and 2001: a Space Odyssey survived the odometer rollover, but we’re Doctor Who fans and so are inclined to be irrationally paranoid that nobody will like us. So why not do something that will probably… well, no, actually, let’s remember, the moon is an egg, so essentially certainly turn out not to happen in 2049. (Season Forty-Three, by the way, assuming no more gap years.)
What matters is instead the way in which this is a future built out of the present. The oceans are rising and killing people, people still watch TV, and people’s grans used to post things on Tumblr. We’ve forgotten about space. We didn’t manage nuclear disarmament, but we got down to a hundred, so that’s something I guess.
Into this is projected a classic science fiction dilemma. Trolley problem, straight up, with a genocide chaser. None of this is particularly interesting in and of itself, but the episode is savvy in the set pieces it uses while setting all of this up. Courtney gives them a set of new ways to do old scenes, and they use them systematically and deliberately. Ellis George rises to the occasion, as she does. Giant spiders haven’t been used for a while, so out they come for the requisite action scenes. The cold open is a solid use of flash forwards. A few little nods toThe Moonbase to light the way, and you have an episode that rolls along nicely for a while, getting its pieces in place.
Along the way there are little oddities. The Doctor gives a beautiful inverse of the “fixed points in time” speech, which is the first clue that something’s up. (Well, the first is arguably Clara at the very beginning, appearing as found footage, but we’ll get there.) He does the “disappear out of the narrative” trick, which isn’t unusual for the series, and which was made likely by the cold open anyway, but then pops right back in having figured out the plot.
All of this is just there to buy the space for the Doctor, and indeed Capaldi to do the ultimate trick and actually disappear from the narrative in a way that contributes to the storytelling. This too is a classic series trick, of course - the Doctor frequently vanished for whole episodes so that Hartnell and Troughton could take a week off. But here it’s used in spectacular fashion, with a fantastic Capaldi speech that comes out of a very classic science fiction heritage - one that’s ultimately about free will and the ability to choose your own destiny and about the existence of ethics and morality as a serious concern. It’s the “why doesn’t Superman solve poverty” speech, ultimately, but in a way such that the moral problems that speech has (namely that it’s in the end still an argument against ending poverty) don’t really apply, given the ridiculously fictional nature of the problem the Doctor refuses to solve.
So the perfect match for the moral dilemma, really, which is just as blatantly constructed, such that we get a self-consciously theatrical story about three people stuck in a room together with an unpleasant job to do and a disagreement over how to do it. Under the hood, we’ve moved from a 1960s/70s perspective on science fiction to a 1940s/50s one. We’re back in the days of Quatermass - science fiction as televisual theater, complete with the theme of space as a yawning and horrifying void full of cosmic horrors.
Except that this story has been set up as only Doctor Who can do it: as a decision about whether to murder the moon before it hatches, taken by an astronaut, a school teacher, and a black girl who’s been labeled a disruptive influence at school, with a countdown imposed by the army of giant spiders bearing down on them.
So with all of this done, it proceeds to do the other massively Doctor Who twist and become a magical incantation. Suddenly Clara makes her own Troughtonesque move, peering out of the television screen at the viewer. She takes the pixie part of her underlying trope with sudden seriousness, goes full Peter Pan, and demands that the viewer clap their hands, or at least turn off or on their lights to vote to save or cut the hatching moon.
It is worth noting, in a series that seemed to start by being acutely aware of the sun, as we head now into October and the autumn proper, does a story that could only work at night, well after moonrise, and with a mostly full moon. The viewer is, of course, ensnared here. The default choice is to leave the lights on. And indeed, no viewer is going to go “yeah, fuck the imaginary alien on Doctor Who, I’m turning my lights off to prove a point.” Clara demands we choose, we leave our lights on, and by doing so we make our choice. Which is exactly what the story expects us to do, and which it then responds to by giving the actual inevitable result of saying “hey humanity, do you want to risk extinction or murder the last star whale,” which is that the star whale has literally lost that vote every time it has ever come up in human history. (Although the decision to focus mostly on white European nations in depicting the vote is significant as well, again tying the decision to the actual cultural context of the episode. This is, I think, the most immediately concerned with the act of transmission Doctor Who has been since "The Feast of Steven.")
And so we get Clara and Courtney using their veto on the audience’s behalf, taking in their affect and finding themselves hurled into action by the audience’s demand, turning Doctor Who into reality television, and deciding that, no, they are not going to use the Moment/fire the nuclear bombs (and siding with the viewer in doing so), and in the process bring Tinkerbell back to life/bring back the Doctor. Democracy be damned. The people do not have a moral right to make a morally wrong decision. An immoral order does not magically become moral simply because of the number of people giving it. "I was only following orders" is not a defense simply because the orders were democratically dictated. Clara and Courtney could have said no. They did. Good for them. May we all be so brave.
And so the Doctor returns with another classic science fiction speech, this time used to give humanity its utopia back, rewarding the audience’s moral decision with a promise that this decision to value life and beauty over fear and violence can overcome humanity’s worst instincts, turn the lights back on, and save the future.
oh yeah mentioned 'high tides everywhere at once' which shows a complete failure to understand how and why tides happen!yeah. too much fake drama. supposed mass flooding etc but notice all the major cities lights looked ok.
About to watch it on iPlayer.
I've just sent a letter of complaint to the BBC about the ridiculous scheduling. It's on far too late for young children. It starts at 8:30, which is when my little boy goes to bed!
Having a 'kids' show finish after the watershed is mental.
starting at 8:30 is a bit on the late side.
I'm guessing nowadays it's more of teen+ audience.. or at least that's where the money is. so putting it on at that time don't effect their "core audience"
i'm guessing it almost more of an export show than anything else
About to watch it on iPlayer.
I've just sent a letter of complaint to the BBC about the ridiculous scheduling. It's on far too late for young children. It starts at 8:30, which is when my little boy goes to bed!
Having a 'kids' show finish after the watershed is mental.
10PM-11PM weekdays = 17,000,000
9PM-10PM weekdays = 23,000,000
8PM-9PM weekdays = 24,000,000
7PM-8PM weekdays = 18,000,000
6PM-7PM weekdays = 18,000,000
Can you not record or use iplayer?
I'm pretty sure your letter there was pretty much identical to the press release the Mirror were working from a fortnight ago.
I t would of made more sense if a bit like the Racnoss the egg had been within the Moon from the beginning and had slowly devoured it in growing. The mass thing still wouldn't make sense though. The creatures growth could of changed the orbit of the moon causing all sorts of chaos. I'm guessing they went with the mass thing so that old man Capaldi didn't have to bounce everywhere.The concept of the moon-egg thing had merit in terms of imagination but the science was poorly thought through and would annoy most people with even a passing knowledge of astronony/physics.
I think Capaldi is an excellent choice of the Doctor but he is not managing to cut it at the moment. Not his fault - give him a decent plot to work with FFS!
So where did the extra mass come from? What was junior eating?