Wed, 17 April 2013
"Nobody wants you. Nobody needs you. Nobody cares!" Well that's the review of Timelash done then. Nevertheless, Jim and Martin gently tap themselves into the unrealistic Kontron tunnel of the title to see if they can't discover a gem or two. Baker's baubles get harnessed and Peri unleashes her inner damsel in distress, while Avon dons a Dick 3 wig and channels Henry Irving. The toga-togged Karfelans are menaced from above by Muppet cobras and from below by overgrown slowworms, little knowing that their dastardly dictator is actually half the man he used to be. Can the Doctor free them from this terrifying regime, where beekeepers and body-popping androids are a pain in the neck and where 'Tinsel Inside' is considered the highest mark of quality for time technology? Is Timelash as bad as the fan Hive Mind decrees? Yes… indeed… it… is…
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Thu, 21 March 2013
"Something is coming to our village... something very wonderful and strange."
So is the Davison two-parter The Awakening "wonderful and strange"? Well the sets are certainly wonderful and there are some rather strange goings on in Little Hodcombe. There's a bad-wigged nutter with a tinclavic stress ball, a one-eyed beggar with a penchant for ladies' handbags and Ben Wolsey's infamous Reproduction Room, for starters. Where does old Big Face keep his body? Would an incredulous guppy make a good companion? And just who is the old fella with the wizened chesticles? Listen as Jim and Martin awaken their feeble brain cells and try to answer these questions, while distinguishing set from location, real person from projection and, rather more easily, stroppy air hostess from straw May Queen.
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Thu, 28 February 2013
“The age of man is over, Doctor. The age of the virus has begun.”
Oh dear. Time to run this file through McAfee then? No. Fret Not. These words are spoken by a giant prawn to a Time Lord, just after exiting his body through his tear duct. Yes, this can only be Tom Baker’s bonkers brain-centric epic, The Invisible Enemy. Wherein the Doctor and Leela, in reduced circumstances, wander about inside the Gallifreyan’s brain, hotly pursued by a hairy-eyed Hitler. Signs are spelt orl rong, a certain metal dog makes his debut as a violent virologist and a behemoth of a bottom-feeder gets pushed around on a skateboard, presumably in search of a suitably large barbeque upon which to end his days. Now where did I put that Thousand Island dressing…?
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Wed, 30 January 2013
"I have my own methods... I keep my my eyes open and my mouth shut."
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