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So I'd be the only one who was really irritated by the last episode, then?
I get the horrible feeling I missed the point, because, for me, there didn't seem to be a point to this episode, other than "Look, Torchwood can do humanistic and serious and try to help three people from the fifties, and it's not like that Star Trek TNG episode with the three people from the 20th century, no, sirree."
I'm being unduly harsh. Perhaps it was a good thing that the episode just took us straight into "Look, weirdness is afoot, landing with this plane" and ran with it from thereon in. The supermarket scene was a joke basket, and I agree with the majority opinion on the garage scene... But I was half expecting Owen, post-coitally, to look deep into her eyes and say something along the lines of
"I have been on this tiny earth now a long time, but never before have I felt this... What is this feeling you humans call... 'Love'?"
before ripping off his skin to show that he is in fact an alien from the planet Sex, here to procreate amongst the people of Cardiff, and to keep tabs on Captain Jack, who is in fact his uncle-fifty-six-times-removed from two hundred years in the future.
But I digress.
(I just don't like Owen.)
Every single episode so far seems to have something I can look at it and charitably say "Oh, that's a homáge to"; if I see the foursome-slowly-walking-down the street shot again, I fully expect Owen to jump over a box a lá Spike from the Boxer Rebellion flashbacks over on Buffy/Angel.
And for some reason I'm thinking next week has an odd Fight Club vibe with some sort of Tyler-Durdenesque character unleashing a weevil on the populace. Maybe he wants to remove them from their emic reality tunnels, maybe not...
I keep wanting to like Torchwood. I keep watching it and seeing very little, very occasional flashes of likeable things. But a whole episode rarely stands up to any scrutiny or criticism, and that's disappointing.
But, still, I return, hoping to be surprised. Which possibly makes me the fool, rather than thw show. Possibly.
The odd thing is that the cast aren't amateurs by any particular stretch of the imagination. Naoko Mori is pretty much old-school BBC, having been in Casualty, Bugs, Judge John Deed, Spooks, Manchild, Absolutely Fabulous...
Burn Gorman, AKA Owen, is just as Terrestrial-TV, with Bleak House and Dalziel and Pascoe, but I'm going to have to rewatch Layer Cake sometime soon and look out for him.
In terms of listed castings, Eve Myles has possibly the shortest CV, but she has experience behind her too.
Not forgetting that John Barrowman was the host of Live and Kicking for around a year. (Plus he's done a hell of a lot of other stuff).
So... It's shouldn't be the actors. It probably shouldn't even be the writers, who aren't rookies either.
So why does Torchwood so rarely come together?
Last point; I just wish they'd replace the "Torchwood" voiceover at the start. I can't be doing with this "Above the Police, beyond the Government" lark, because, as previously mentioned many times, everyone seems to know who they are. So why not replace the opening lines with "Torchwood. We're re-e-eally secret, like. Ssh! Don't tell anyone!" |
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