Thursday 15 August 2013

REVIEW: The Daemons

Azal the Daemon and the Master
"Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me."
Ah, what memories I have of this classic Third Doctor outing! My introduction to "The Daemons" was via a Target novelisation, long before the serial was recovered and painstakingly recoloured by the Beeb. Little did I know, at the time, that author Guy Leopold was merely the nom de plume of Robert Sloman and series producer Barry Letts. Ironically, despite not being penned by a full time scriptwriter, this went on to become one of the most popular serials ever, and Jon Pertwee's personal favourite. Does it stand the test of time? On this viewing, I have to say that, broadly speaking, it does.

Mr. Magister
Technically he should have been the Reverend Dominus
The plot takes place during the Doctor's exile on Earth. An archaeologist unlocks a mysterious burial site in an English village, letting loose the devil himself - or so the locals believe. They're mostly under the spell of the local vicar, Mr. Magister who - shock! horror! - is none other than the Master himself. He's trying to channel their fear and greed, via secret seances in the church crypt, so that he can harness the ultimate power of Azal, last of the Daemons, a race of creatures that have been advancing mankind's knowledge throughout history. It's a corker of a story, and brings together some familiar elements of the Third Doctor's era: UNIT, Bessie, Roger Delgado's Master, gadgets, aliens and plenty of action.

The story opens with something of a Hammer Horror feel, as a man dies in a churchyard while a storm rages in the sky above. A few scenes later, there is a genuinely creepy moment when the local policeman looks set to brain white witch Olive Hawthorne (Damaris Hayman) with a lump of rock.

Olive Hawthorne
"That's quite enough of that, Miss!"
All of this feeds into a sense of mystery, compounded by the fact that Professor Horner (Robin Wentworth) is about to open the Devil's Hump, a burial mound on the outskirts of the village of Devil's End. It's worth pausing to reflect on the splendid portrayal of Horner and the manner in which the dig occurs. Horner himself is a true curmudgeon who has no time for the presciently named "BBC Three" crew. When he's not telling them to "get on with it", he's on hand to offer advice. Asked what they should do if Old Nick himself does appear, Horner grumbles "use your initiative lad, get your chatty friend over there to interview 'im." It's a wonderful juxtaposition between the sceptical Horner, who isn't interested in any frills - or warnings - concerning his work, and the BBC presenter trying to turn it into the event of the century. It's a pity Prof. Horner doesn't survive the first episode.

Professor Horner
Withering, in a way only a Yorkshireman can
Of course, this being Doctor Who, there is something nasty hiding in the Devil's Hump. Cue the Doctor arriving in Devil's End, where he takes great offence at the way Mr. Winstanley refers to him. "I am no sort of chap, sir" booms Pertwee. Oh yes you are, Jon.

The Doctor. Not a chap.
Seriously, look in the mirror, Doctor
After the Doctor gets mysteriously frozen, the cavalry arrives - in the form of Yates and Benton. Their mode of transport to Devil's End proves to be contentious.

Angry Brig
"MY HELICOPTER?!"
By the time the Brigadier does arrive, a strange heat barrier has covered the village, making it impossible for him to get in (or the others to get out). The Brigadier suggests trying to blast his way in with rockets, but is roundly criticised by both the Doctor and Jo - although bizarrely the Doctor decides to be tell Jo off for agreeing with the very criticism he had just made. This is one of a handful of moments during the story where the Doctor is a trifle mean to Jo. I hadn't noticed this before, but Pertwee's Doctor can be quite patronising towards Jo and more than a little harsh about her academic credentials. Katy Manning apparently always thought this was just playful banter, but there are moments when it looks - at least on screen - like the Doctor is being nasty. Mind you, for her "Age of Aquarius" remark, perhaps Jo is overdue for a reprimand.

The Heat Barrier
Devil's End? Satanhall? Not very subtle, Daemons.
The villains of the piece are the Master, Azal the Daemon and Bok. Most of the screen time goes to Roger Delgado, who clearly revels in the role as an occult priest, rocking the red robes and chanting his incantations with relish. He also has a smooth click-fingers-and-point gesture going on when giving his orders.

The Master
The Beeb had to reassure viewers that these scenes
did not take place on consecrated ground, apparently
Then we have Bok.

Bok
Bok.
It's never made clear exactly what he is. We know he isn't a Daemon, because Azal says he is the last of his kind. But he seems to come to life whenever Azal has been awakened, demonstrating some kind of relationship. He's first seen as a lifeless gargoyle in the church, but he's also under the control of the Master. His aversion to magic (or what he perceives to be magic) makes it unlikely that he's the Master's own creation... so what is he? Completely devoid of any morals, that's for sure. Poor Winstanley gets zapped in his own house for speaking his mind, and Bert the landlord, having been steadfastly loyal to the Master throughout, gets zapped for no reason at all. What else is there to say about Bok? He's very hard to kill.

Five rounds rapid
"Chap with the wings. Five rounds rapid."
The most perplexing element to the whole story, however, is Azal himself. We're told by the Doctor that Azal is the last of the Daemons, a race of super-intelligent, super-powerful horned creatures from the planet Daemos. These Daemons have been helping mankind develop (as part of an experiment). Why this should be seen as a bad thing doesn't entirely add up, nor does the fact that when the Daemon offers the Doctor his power and knowledge the Doctor refuses as if it's some terrible curse. Surely the Doctor would be better off having that knowledge than the Master? Given that the only other alternative is for Azal to destroy the Earth as a failed experiment, it's rather cavalier of the Doctor to just point-blank refuse. He's rather lucky, then, that in the ten thousand years Azal has been on earth, he has never once encountered an instance of human self-sacrifice, made clear by the fact that when Jo tries to save the Doctor from being killed, Azal bellows "there is no data!" and promptly explodes. Huh?

Not Satan.
Far more dangerous than SATAN, according to the Doctor.
That's pretty darn dangerous.
Azal's appearance is well conceived, and Stephen Thorne's booming voice is really excellent, bringing the character to life with aplomb. His special effect entrance leaves a little to be desired, as he's meant to be really tiny at first before growing, but he just fades into the screen lifesize. Also, his legs are quite clearly stockings with fur stuck on. Mercifully, though, we generally only see his face and torso.

Fisticuffs
Take that, you bounder!
This being the era of the Third Doctor, we have plenty of hand-to-hand (and almost-to-face) combat courtesy of the UNIT boys. There's also a motorbike-riding Doctor...

Jon Pertwee on a motorbike
Jon Pertwee.
...and a motorbike-falling-off stuntman.

Not Jon Pertwee
Not Jon Pertwee.
The Doctor's Quiquaequod moment is good fun, as are the evil Morris Men standing by calling him a "wizzorrrd" and demanding to "burrrrn him" (before being bamboozled by Miss Hawthorne, Sergeant Benton and a silencer). In amongst the crowd of locals, we have a few famous faces, too. There's John Scott Martin who would later go on to play many a Dalek:

John Scott Martin
"Ooo arrr, exterrrrrminate!"
And Labour leader Neil Kinnock:

Neil Kinnock
Not really.
My personal favourite is the sinister, snake-like creature lurking in the crypt. How it didn't end up snaring Jo, I'll never know.

Beeb fail
Look out, Jo!
If I had to pick the worst aspect of the whole story, it's the way it ends. The village church has literally just exploded. Even those villagers who had no idea about Azal and weren't watching the UNIT boys expending bullets like they were going out of fashion in a fight with a moving statue would have noticed that explosion. Yet, within minutes of it happening, they're all looping arm in arm to dance around a frigging Maypole!

Exploding church
Perhaps the villagers of Devil's End were all atheists. Party on!
"The Daemons" remains a firm favourite for me, however, and showcases the best of the Pertwee period. It may have its quirks, but it has aged tremendously well and is still a highly enjoyable romp.

For now, though, I'm with the Brig: "I'd rather have a pint."

Monday 5 August 2013

Peter Capaldi is the Twelfth Doctor

The Fires of Pompeii
"Commander Maxil, you say?"
It's official: Peter Capaldi, the wonderful actor famous for his role in the glorious BBC satire 'The Thick Of It', is the new Doctor! When Matt Smith does the bright light fandango at the end of the year, it will be Peter's sardonic face that emerges from the regeno-morph visuals.

When the rumours first started to circulate, I took them with an entire cellar of salt. It just seemed too good to be true. Whenever a new Doctor is due to be announced, the same questions begin to circle like a flock of winged monkeys: "Will it be Bill Nighy?" "Alan Rickman would make an excellent Doctor!" "How about Richard E. Grant... but officially, this time?" Then, when it becomes clear that NuWho has eyes only for young'uns, the list of possibles become increasingly more bizarre. This time around, I heard the names Rupert Grint (aka Ron Weasley) and Russell Tovey (jug-eared baby-face from the History Boys) being speculated. Given the show's predilection for casting heart-throbs (Tennant, Smith, Hartnell) I considered the idea of Peter Capaldi just too good to be true. With the greatest respect to Mr. Capaldi, he wasn't going to have the nation's teenage hearts aflutter.

Russell Tovey
Just... no.
But then the bookmakers began suspending bets on him, and as the 'Doctor Who Live' show rolled into view and a nervous, clean-shaven Rufus Hound accidentally blurted out 'Peter Ecclestone', I started to wonder if it could all be true after all. So much so that when the man himself walked into the confetti-strewn studio, I felt as if it could only ever have been him. And what a choice!

Cue endless sweary Doctor jokes on Twitter. Because Capaldi has for some time been synonymous with his most famous character on screen: Malcolm Tucker, the Machiavellian spin doctor of 'The Thick Of It', whose weapons-grade swearing is the stuff of legend. By all accounts, Capaldi himself is a very mild-mannered, gentle soul; which highlights the true strength of his acting ability in the form of Tucker. I can't, at this stage, imagine exactly how he'll interpret the Doctor. Will the Twelfth Doctor return to the original, slightly cantankerous and irascible figure that William Hartnell gave us back in 1963? At 55, Capaldi is the same age as Hartnell was when he took up the TARDIS reins. Will he have shades of Colin Baker's unhinged Sixth Doctor, or the darker tones of Final Season McCoy? Perhaps he'll surprise us all with a light-hearted, valiant hero as the Doctor has been for his previous two incarnations; although Steven Moffat did seem to suggest this would not be the case, as he characterised the new Doctor as "not like Matt" when asked to sum him up in three words.

The Valeyard
Maybe not that dark...
There are many reasons to celebrate Capaldi beyond his ability to act. There is his age, something which (in my opinion) marks a return to a more asexual Doctor who is very unlikely to be seen snogging his way across the universe. His maturity also means that we may see less of the flippant sexual innuendo that has, at times, slightly spoilt otherwise poignant moments in NuWho. Plus, Capaldi is a hard and fast, dyed-in-the-wool fan. He was writing letters to the Radio Times at age 15 to commend them on their Doctor Who Special, and he's even penned an article or two for Doctor Who fanzines in the past. Having a fan in the role really makes a difference, and should help to secure Capaldi in the role for more than one season (cough, Ecclestone, cough). Not to mention the fact that having a Scot in the TARDIS can only ever be a good thing.

Sylvester McCoy
Best Doctor
Some may dislike the choice: those who've grown up with only NuWho may feel that he is too old to be the Doctor. But then, maybe it's time for the new fans to experience the older fans' misgivings about the Doctor being too young for so long. The fact is, he's over 900 years old and it doesn't hurt to give him a fizzog that fits. The fact that he's been in the show before as a different character has no relevance, as the show has plenty of prior examples: Colin Baker (Commander Maxil, later the Sixth Doctor), Lalla Ward (Princess Astra, later Romana) and Freema Agyeman (Adeola Oshodi, later Martha Jones) to name a few.

So, raise a glass to the new Doctor, Mr. Peter Capaldi. He is the new Doctor and, as the Ninth might have said, he's going to be fantastic!


UPDATE: Rufus Hound has blogged about his appearance on Doctor Who Live, stating categorically that he didn't know it was Peter Capaldi until it was announced. You can read more about it here: http://rufushound.wordpress.com/2013/08/05/i-want-to-shoot-myself-in-the-head/