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The Doctor and Jo live! They weren't killed by the deadly Bok! Phew! I was right worried there for a while. The Doctor scared poor little Bok away with a trowel and that Venusian lullaby that works such a treat on Peladon. It was touch and go there for a minute, though, I can tell you - I really thought they'd had it! ;) Good old Bok. He's not remotely convincing as a threat. All that: "He looked like he was made out of stone!" is a lie for starters. No he doesn't! He looks like a bloke in a grey leotard! Not that I mind. Hell, they tell me that a green pantomime horse is a terrifying sea monster in "Warriors Of The Deep", and I'm happy to believe them; I make the suspension of disbelief into an art form. But I do like to smile about it sometimes, nonetheless. After that it all got scary again, because a possessed minion of the Master nicked Mike and Benton's little pocket-sized chopper, and tried to run Bessie off the road. Or at least, that was what the Doctor said he was trying to do. He didn't seem to be doing much more than flying round in circles. Lovely scene for Mike Yates, though, dashing in pursuit on a motorbike. What is it with Mike Yates and motorbikes?! He can't seem to stay off them. Or on them, for that matter! *Thinks* Really must watch "The Mind Of Evil" again. I love "The Mind Of Evil". Six whole episodes where the main protagonist is a plastic box on legs. And it works! That's storytelling for you, I guess. And the Brig gets to wear a disguise, and Mike gets to be all heroic. And ride a motorbike. And Jo is splendidly useless again. Anyways, I'm getting ahead of myself. Back in Dæmon country, the Doctor explains to his little Scooby gang that Earth is viewed as a sort of lab experiment by aliens. He keeps changing his pronunciation of the bad guys' race, which is the sort of thing that I shouldn't notice, but do. Sorry Jon. And stop telling Mike to draw the curtains! That's what he keeps Benton around for. RHIP and all that...
Not sure what I think of the idea of the Dæmons. I like the idea of magic too much to be happy with the Doctor's belief that it's all just a form of science. Science or magic, though, the Master's chanting is very effective. Roger Delgado is bloody brilliant in this story. He didn't always get the best material to work with, but when he's good, he's good. He looks perfect for this story, too. All dark glares and dramatic posturing. Even the goatee is perfect this time around. And whether or not I like the idea of what the Dæmons are, and what their purpose is, they do give my beloved Mike Yates the best line of the episode:
Mike: "I see. So all we've got to deal with is something which is either too small to see, or thirty feet tall; can incinerate you or freeze you to death; turns stone images into homicidal monsters; and looks like the very devil!"
Yep, that's about it, Mike. And bless him, he says it so cheerfully, too, and without even a flicker of disbelief. That was one of the things that I always liked about Mike. The Brigadier wouldn't believe anything unless it was standing right in front of him, tapping him on the nose - and even then he'd argue about it. Mike just seemed to happily believe whatever the Doctor told him, though. Or anybody else, as it turned out. Poor Mike! So easily led. Still, never mind, mate. You might go bonkers and try to kill the Doctor and the Brig, but you get to save the world later on. And you get to have some fun with Captain Jack, too, in my universe. Er... distracted. Yeah.
That's episode three, anyway. Was going to watch more and do some screencaps and stuff, but got distracted by Torchwood and nattering on lj. And by pointlessly long ramblings here. Still, pointless is my middle name. I think I prove that regularly.
Not sure what I think of the idea of the Dæmons. I like the idea of magic too much to be happy with the Doctor's belief that it's all just a form of science. Science or magic, though, the Master's chanting is very effective. Roger Delgado is bloody brilliant in this story. He didn't always get the best material to work with, but when he's good, he's good. He looks perfect for this story, too. All dark glares and dramatic posturing. Even the goatee is perfect this time around. And whether or not I like the idea of what the Dæmons are, and what their purpose is, they do give my beloved Mike Yates the best line of the episode:
Mike: "I see. So all we've got to deal with is something which is either too small to see, or thirty feet tall; can incinerate you or freeze you to death; turns stone images into homicidal monsters; and looks like the very devil!"
Yep, that's about it, Mike. And bless him, he says it so cheerfully, too, and without even a flicker of disbelief. That was one of the things that I always liked about Mike. The Brigadier wouldn't believe anything unless it was standing right in front of him, tapping him on the nose - and even then he'd argue about it. Mike just seemed to happily believe whatever the Doctor told him, though. Or anybody else, as it turned out. Poor Mike! So easily led. Still, never mind, mate. You might go bonkers and try to kill the Doctor and the Brig, but you get to save the world later on. And you get to have some fun with Captain Jack, too, in my universe. Er... distracted. Yeah.
That's episode three, anyway. Was going to watch more and do some screencaps and stuff, but got distracted by Torchwood and nattering on lj. And by pointlessly long ramblings here. Still, pointless is my middle name. I think I prove that regularly.
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