Wednesday, 22 April 2020

#DoctorWhoLockdown - The Colin Baker Years


It was incredibly difficult to rank Colin’s time on the show. Right up until publication, I was chopping and changing the order. One season is embedded in the clutches of the dreaded Trial, the other season is one of 45-minute instalments and his other story is a traditional four-parter. It doesn’t feel as if you’re comparing like for like. What’s more, as committed and bravura a performance as Colin gives, he’s laboured with some tedious, tedious scripts, only one of which – in my humble opinion of course – achieves true greatness. His era is fascinating, however. The traditionally hated stories, I don’t find nearly as offensive as some of his other baggier tales. Whatever the relative highs and lows of the individual stories, and whatever the reasons for the back-stabbing and back-biting backstage, there is one man who comes out of this dignity intact – ironically the man who was asked to walk away. Here’s to you, Colin Baker.

11. THE MARK OF THE RANI

So it looks nice. Like the Davison two-part historicals, this has the feel of those upmarket BBC costume dramas of the day. But the Doctor Who equivalents are criminally lacking in terms of scripting. The Mark of the Rani should be a great tale – that’s its biggest crime. This is a tale of historical meddling, the Master again playing the Monk and attempting to change the course of the timelines forever. However, the promised meeting of the great scientific minds never happens. Instead, we’re arsing about in a forest of fake plastic trees, seeing our hero at his most undignified, avoiding a mine from the shackles of his trussed-up position. It’s decidedly unheroic, as Pip and Jane might have said. They would go on to perfect their verbose, edifying scripts into something approaching charming but here their over-articulate and repetitive dialogue is plain annoying. Why does the Master say aloud the story title to himself twice? The three Time Lords may not be written in the human tongue, but neither are they written in a particularly welcome one. They talk like snotty cleverdicks so keen on excluding those who they see as intellectually inferior, those outside their prissy circle, by speaking in words their present company would never understand. It’s frankly alienating. When I reviewed Shada, I applauded the cleverness of that TARDIS crew, the joy of being around great minds, but they never patronised us nor made us feel small. Here, that’s what this feels like. If Pip and Jane had written something which actually worked, I might forgive them for being a big highfalutin, but The Mark of the Rani is a mess. Look the climax. Are we to see a tale which sees the Luddites and the scientists clash dramatically? No. We get a dinosaur on a spaceship (not nearly as good as that prospect will turn out to be) and then it’s all depressingly over. Ah well. At least Anthony Ainley got to do his Worzel Gummidge bit for absolutely no reason.

10. ATTACK OF THE CYBERMEN

Eric Saward is incredibly frustrating. How can he go from Earthshock to Attack of the Cybermen, or from Resurrection to Revelation of the Daleks? Maybe he has one story on, one story off? Attack has lots going for it: the sewer scenes, the filmic sequences in the London streets and on Telos, the character work and the Cybermen themselves. But they’re strung together with such arbitrary plotting that they end up feeling like beads on a string. It’s such a brittle narrative that one false move and those beads go rolling all over the shop. Why exactly are the Cybermen hiding in a base under the sewers? It must have taken them ages to build that thing. It’s as if Saward has a list of things to include (probably supplied by Ian Levine) and is sewing them together to make a patchwork as unworkable as the Doctor’s coat. But then, this is a sequel to a story from twenty years beforehand, a story nobody (aside from probably Ian Levine) could have had the luxury of re-watching and also sees a return to 76 Totters Lane for reasons best guessed at. So whatever possessed Eric Saward to even begin writing this at all is something I don’t think any of us could even begin to understand. Attack of the Cybermen is a mess.

9. TIMELASH

Much lambasted, but Timelash proves to be great fun if approached in the right frame of mind. Paul Darrow, the fabulously camp Maylin Tekker is the undoubted star of his own show. On the DVD documentary, Darrow advises the viewer to “switch off after I’m dead; it’s boring.” As cocksure as his instructions are, he has a point. There is a luxuriation in his performance which demands to be seen. He introduces Maylin Renis at the opening of the story and is the only member of the cast committing to applause. He prowls through scenes smugly and knows absolutely who we are supposed to be keeping our eyes on; it’s certainly not Colin Baker with whom he seems to be vying. Colin takes it up a notch; Darrow takes it up two. The last quarter of the story - after his death - is not only emptier and less fun, but also more badly written. New writer Glen McCoy has been asked to shorten his scripts to bring them in on time but he’s been ill-advised. There’s another fifteen minutes which needs filling. We end up, therefore, with those awful, awful scenes of Colin overacting with the bumbling young David Chandler, doing his best to be charming and in doing so, quite possibly succeeding. The society of Karfel is simplistic and some of the dialogue notoriously nosedives but this is one of only two stories in Season 22 not reliant on past adventures and returning villains. It therefore has a freshness about it. Timelash inadvertently invents the celebrity historical, has a lovely monster in the shape of the Borad (and indeed, that android!) and the music’s cool. It’s underrated and can be an enjoyable experience if you think of it as a piece of fluff and try to get past the unforgiveable “I’ll explain later” explanation as to how the Doctor manages to outwit a missile.

8. THE MYSTERIOUS PLANET

I like this script a lot. Had it been given to Graeme Harper, he might have found a way to make the underground look like the underground and make the tube trains look like tube trains. But with Nicholas Mallett and John Anderson on directing and designing duties, it looks cheap and nasty. (Funnily enough, this would happen again to Mallett the following season.) Tom Chadbon looks embarrassed to be associated with the show – a far cry from his engaged and funny Duggan. Everybody dresses in a uniform, Tony Selby is grossly miscast as the Del Boy pirate mercenary, Glitz. He can’t even get his lips around Bob Holmes’s characteristically eloquent script. “To rrrender the rrrobot non-operational...” he starts, rolling his rs to buy him time as he thinks about where this line is going. Even the location work looks as drab as the story’s would-be title. It’s a shame because with a better director, a better cast and a bit more money, this could well be one of Holmes’s best – and that’s saying something.

7. THE TWIN DILEMMA

Another underrated Colin story. I don’t know why it always manages to reach the very bottom of the polls. It’s never in the bottom half; it’s always right at the very bottom by some distance: the supposed nadir of Doctor Who. True, it introduces the coat, the glitz and Old Sixie, who sadly remains not quite so universally loved as other Doctors. But to me, the only true mis-step in The Twin Dilemma is the Doctor’s unwillingness to apologise to Peri. This doesn’t make him dangerous or unpredictable; it makes him an arsehole. That last scene in the TARDIS should be reassurance that he’s still under there, both hearts still beating. It should be a reconciliation between Doctor and Companion. Colin and Nicola wisely play it that way (The clever people – that’s why they’re our new stars!) but that’s not how it’s written. Instead, it sounds like a mission statement. “You thought that was bad? Well, it’s about to get a whole lot worse!” There should have been some empathy here. If Colin’s Doctor had simply admitted that he’d done some terrible deeds, said some foul things, we might be more ready to travel with him. It wouldn’t take away from his behaviour in Season 22 as he still takes a while to settle but it would be a reassurance to the viewer that we’re not about to travel the universe with an oaf who can’t admit when he is wrong. Aside from that, which I admit is an issue of some magnitude, The Twin Dilemma is fresh, colourful, zippy and fun. I don’t even think the twins are that bad and Maurice Denham puts in a quite beautiful performance.

6. THE ULTIMATE FOE

Its production issues are widely noted, but Pip and Jane Baker actually manage to write Eric Saward out of his corner. Cleverly, they use the screen through which we’ve been enjoying the Doctor’s adventures for the last 14 weeks as the weapon that will kill the members of the courtroom. With three days to spare ‘til deadline, that’s an ingenius piece of plotting. The first half is full of startling imagery, the like of which probably hasn’t been seen since Kinda or failing that, understandably, The Deadly Assassin. Geoffrey Hughes is great support as the mysterious Mr Popplewick and Michael Jayston oozes star quality. There’s also the terrific moment in which Anthony Ainley casually throws in the Valeyard’s true identity. But ultimately, there’s no saving the fact that after fourteen episodes, nobody has decided how this thing is going to finish. It’s an example of a season of utter cohesive failure. Getting his best team on it seemed like Eric Saward’s grand idea but events would conspire against him. His striker was taken ill and died; his mid-fielder didn’t seem to have a grasp of precisely what his role in the game was and his substitutes were Pip and Jane Baker. Bless them.

5. MINDWARP

As mentioned above, Philip Martin isn’t quite sure where his story fits in the narrative of The Trial of a Time Lord and seemingly neither does Eric Saward. It’s not clear, nor is it made clear later, which of the Doctor’s activities here are matrix simulations and which are real. With any other Doctor, it might have been obvious but with Colin’s still erratic and unstable incarnation, it’s not the best timing. Seeing him torture Peri on the beach is unsettling viewing and another obstacle to our connecting with him because it might, just might, be real. In the courtroom, his witless bantz becomes irritating quickly. Everything the script is throwing at Colin seems to be doing its best to sabotage his Doctor. It’s a credit to Colin that he comes out of this with head held high. In his realisation that Peri has died, this is his finest moment. Indeed, the best thing about Mindwarp is its moody, despairing atmosphere and cynical hard-hitting ending. Occasionally, the tone is undercut by some ill-judged humour (such as Sil’s “more attractive” line) but for the most part, the lighting design, the incidental music and the tragic structure of events leads to a story of grim atmospherics. Despite its confusing unreliable narrator set-up, there is something alluringly dark about Mindwarp.

4. THE TWO DOCTORS

At three 45-minute episodes, The Two Doctors is a cumbersome beast. There are scenes which seem to last an eternity, the worst being the Sixth Doctor’s reasoning at the start of Part Two. He has a theory about an embolism which he pontificates about for a good while before dismissing it and starting from scratch on an entirely different thesis. Far from enriching the scripts, the longer scenes make it look like the show has put on unnecessary weight. Having said that, there is still a sprinkling of Bob Holmes magic all over the dialogue and characterisations. Typically, he’s more interested in his new creations than those John Nathan-Turner has lumbered him with. His Second Doctor is all wrong. His Sontarans barely feature (although when they do, their voices are the highlight of the respective scenes). No, his clear favourites are Shockeye and Oscar Botcherby, tellingly even given the best names. They are such luscious creations, a language all of their own, their own sets of identifying behaviours. They are the perfect contrast to one another too: Shockeye’s “gratification of pleasure” being his sole purpose and Botcherby exhibiting nothing but the perfect manners the better to save offending. It is as if Holmes himself is battling out his own inner demon and angel. Other moments of boyish devilment delight too: the eating of the rat, the licking of the blood, the shepherd’s pie line. There’s much to enjoy in The Two Doctors. But like any good meal, it’s probably best digested one episode at a time rather than trying, like Shockeye, to digest all three courses at once.

3. VENGEANCE ON VAROS

Possibly the cleverest of the Sixth Doctor’s stories, Philip Martin’s first script for Doctor Who has a very specific job: to tell the story of a world devoted to the selling of home media, filmed as – essentially - a series of snuff movies. Doctor Who might never be able to get away with such a concept today and it’s quite staggering that they managed it in 1985. But it might have even more relevance now. In our age of I’m a Celebrity and TOWIE, we delight in watching real tragedies, genuine terrors. As a society, we bask in the pain of others, as long as we know they’re in no real danger. We’re only one step away from Varos – a world where its inhabitants binge watch executions and vote simply In or Out when it comes to key decisions. Sadly, like most Colin Baker stories, it’s not without its deficiencies. The Doctor and Peri take an age to turn up, the Doctor instead preferring to sulk in his hitherto unseen blue, plastic TARDIS chair. The climax with the poison tendrils doesn’t work at all and the transmogrification scenes seem like an unnecessary jeopardy rather than something which, like everything else, is playing out the satire. But it’s all worth it for Martin Jarvis’s fabulous performance, for Nabil Shaban’s grotesque Sil, for the nightmare of the purple zone or the acid baths scenes (which nobody should have ever complained about), for that riveting cliff-hanger, appropriately perfectly shot. “And cut it… now!”

2. TERROR OF THE VERVOIDS

This is the best Sixth Doctor story. By that I mean, this is Colin Baker’s Sixth Doctor at his very best. Easily. He’s charming, bright, alert and finally, in his last filmed story, finds his voice. I’ve been quite hard on Pip and Jane Baker elsewhere in this article but say what you will about them, they give their leading man his very best material in Terror of the Vervoids. This is a Doctor who isn’t busy with put-downs, embarrassing his companions or letting the world know how much he knows. No, here he charms the stewardess with magic tricks, cleverly sounds the fire alarm, sending the guard off in the wrong direction as he fancies a bit of trespass, and comes up with intelligent solutions to problems such as using the marsh gas against the lunatic Bruchner. After the false start that was The Mark of the Rani, Pip and Jane prove to be the perfect writers for Colin Baker and in Mel, they provide the perfect companion. I’d have loved to have seen a season with them together. It’s worth noting that the recent Blu Ray presentation of the story, divorced from the Trial and with a new title sequence, gives us an indication of what that might have been like. It also highlights the albatross that was the Trial format itself. This version is so much more fun.

1. REVELATION OF THE DALEKS

Eric Saward’s masterpiece, Revelation is an all-time favourite. I prefer it to Androzani, to Talons, to Blink, to all those big hitters. This feels like the sort of thing he was always trying and failing to produce, the sort of thing he wanted to eek out of his writers but could not quite manage. This is Saward Unbound. His characters are free, wild and imaginative, the world of Necros constructed with care and rich, sprawling understanding. Scene after scene impresses with its revelling dialogue, fiendish wit and barbed drama. Each of the inhabitants of Necros are self-dramatising. Look at Vogel, for instance: “And I would give them willingly,” he says of his bones. It’s almost as if he’s begging those Daleks to kill him. William Gaunt’s tremendous Orcini talks about nothing but his honour and his strategy. Jobel is so in love with himself he is blind to how detestably he comes across. Alexei Sayle’s DJ does nothing but talk to himself and then, in the end, proves to be quite a shy, endearing Liverpudlian. Terry Molloy’s Davros is a deliciously evil creation, far removed from the ranting megalomaniac of Resurrection. Here, he’s a sadist, delighting in causing Tasembeker pain before he orders her unnecessary death. This is the story that cemented Davros’s reputation as one of Doctor Who’s greatest villains and textbook nutjobs. With such vital character work in abundance, it’s a shame that Revelation doesn’t end completely conclusively, with Davros escaping for another day after being kidnapped by Daleks from another story entirely. Were it to feel more divorced from Doctor Who’s wider context, Revelation might well stand up as a piece of art in its own right. As it happens, Graeme Harper does such a fine job of making this full-bloodied, violent thriller, poetically arty enough. This is classic Doctor Who pushing the boat out, flexing its wings, at the very limits of what is achievable. It’s ambitious and confident and ultimately one of the very, very best. Well done, Eric Saward!

JH

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