On Doctor Who and the Somber Puppies
Nov. 5th, 2018 01:41 pm
I have been watching Doctor Who. It is nice to have it back on television again after what felt like a long time where it was only sort of television.
I have been watching Doctor Who. It is nice to have it back on television again after what felt like a long time where it was only sort of television.
strange_complex has written a better review of Doctor Who than I’ll manage. I endorse her message and I’m grateful for her sharing her anger about the treatment of LGBT people in this episode.
So this isn’t meant to be a review of Doctor Who but a post about where I am emotionally with the new series.
Kind of Meh. Which is about where I expected to be. I wasn’t disappointed by Asylum of the Daleks. I was expecting a strategic mis-use of the Daleks, a plot more full of holes than an Edinburgh street and to find myself thinking at the end, well that didn’t suck, much.
And that’s sad. I feel sad. Generally, I’m sad about the whole thing. It’s not great science fiction. It doesn’t feel as brave as it has been in the past. I don’t feel I’m being treated with much respect.
This episode was pretty much everything I dislike about the current franchise. It’s full of plot-holes. Big plot holes (if all the Daleks were killed in the Time War where did the retro Daleks come from?). Little plot holes (who posts the key for an insane asylum back through the letter box? Anyone? Bueller? Anyone?) The science fiction is poor to the point of being science fantasy. There are too many Daleks. So many Daleks I feel like an extra in Zulu. The Daleks are Epic. It’s a triumph of cool over substance.
I keep tripping over the plot holes – what is the point of chaining up an insane Dalek in a locked room, if you leave their internet connection switched on?
Dammit another one – if you have nanomachines that can turn your enemies into Dalek stooges why not just send some in the post to every planet you want to destroy?
At some point I’d expect to start watching Doctor Who with the Captain and at some point he’s going to spot a plot hole and I’m going to have to choice to become complicit in Moffat’s lazy plotting or admit that I tolerate it from Doctor Who but not from other programmes because I’m still coming to terms with the emotional fall out of being 10.
I wonder what I’m going to say to him. I don’t want to spend my hard earned fatherly reputation for not fudging when I don’t know by fudging the plot hole on Moffat’s behalf and I’m not sure I’m happy with the alternative response which is – when I was your age this programme meant such a lot to me that I’m prepared to tolerate nonsense like X because I want to love this programme now as much as I loved it when I was a boy and I want you to love it too, so please don’t pay much attention, and, um Look, a Dalek.
I’ve set the series to record on my new PVR. Partly, because I can do that with a button now and partly because if I didn’t I might not remember to watch Doctor Who and that would be admitting that I just didn’t care as much as I used to.
I’ve been feeling some disquiet about Doctor Who. It began towards the end of the last series and has been growing ever since. Parts of my disquiet are about the bankruptcy of narrative if there is no continuity or consequence. Reading some of the critism of recent episodes I think I’ve found another part of the disquiet. It’s about role models.
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When I was growing up the Doctor was a strange role model. He was a hero but outside of the paradigm of the other heroes I was offered. He wasn’t a John Wayne, a Grail Knight, or Dirty Harry or even Luke Skywalker. He solved problems with his brain and often through other people. He was ecentric. He liked ecentrics. He liked people who stood up to authority, including him. He circumvented hierarchy and he wanted you to come with him.
He didn’t want to be in opposition to the people he encountered. He tried not to use violence. He tried to offer those behaving badly who were in a position of authority a chance to understand the needs of the other side and turn away from a violent confrontation. He looked towards the future and a better state of affairs rather than focus on the immediate conflict.
He had an ethical code. You could see him wrestling with it when it prevented an easy fix to a problem he had encountered.
There was lots of action, lots of running up and down corridors. The running up and down corridors was usually a way to buy time to work out the solution to the problem.
As a boy I think I found it useful to see someone who was odd being respected and respectful. He solved problems with his brain. He treated different people with respect. He took time to understand the problem and the context. The world rarely divided into Good Guys and Bad Guys. There were differing opinions and priorities and usually someone who was behaving badly but there was usually some grey shading in the moral positions of all the characters.
If I were couching this in Jungian leadership archetypes I would suggest that the Doctor was a Magician rather than the usual fair of Warriors or Sovereigns
Crucially, he solved problems with his brain and not with weapons. He would agree with Asimov that violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.
He didn’t swagger about with a gun in one hand and a hot chick in the other, smirking or grimancing at the camera and talking in simple and simplistic one-liners.
Until now.
When I was a boy I wanted to be like Luke Skywalker but I also wanted to be like the Doctor. I’m not sure I see much difference any more.
I fear that violence is the last refuge of the incompentent Steven Moffat.
I’m not much given to speculating about the future of Doctor Who (except that I fear that if Steven Moffat doesn’t stop pissing about with it soon it will be cancelled by 2014).
It’s not my job to second guess the writers. I pay them to make up stories for me. If they want me to make up stories for them the Improbables are doing a show in October, tickets will probably be a fiver.
However, I stumbled on this on the Fermi Paradox and was thinking there might be a connection with the enigmatic Silence
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fermi_paradox