Short thoughts on Doctor Who disc by disc (originally published May 2012)


Tonight’s soundtrack: Pink Floyd, “Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Parts VI-IX)”

People hate this one. In fact, if a self-selecting survey of Doctor Who enthusiasts is to be believed, there’s only one story worse than it. That survey is, of course, not to be believed, but this isn’t the post where I explain how everyone else who likes what I like likes it wrong. Fact is, I can see their point.

Timelash comes off as what you’d get if the North American Doctor Who Appreciation Society blurted out their favorite bits about the show and why it’s great to a Japanese design firm who in turn hired a pack of Swiss dramatists to craft a teleplay along those lines that was then translated and performed by a very talented high school freshman drama club. Fair enough.

So, yeah. Timelash is bone-stupid and dirt cheap. It tries to paper over its clichés with tinsel. It attempts to distract you from the tinsel with nonexistent continuity. The only thing it has going for it is Paul Darrow, and he’s busy having pass-agg revenge on Colin Baker over Blake’s 7 shit.

At the 2009 Discworld convention, I bought a commemorative flask from a dealer. It was discounted - some blemish in the logo. Dealer wanted to know if I was sure. I said, “Of course. That means it’s unique.” 

“You’ll make a great partner,” she said. “You like things because of their flaws.”