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The odd thing, and I say this in all sincerity, was that in watching the last two episodes it felt oddly like watching a puppet show and seeing the pupeteer at work, or having a magician show you a trick when he doesn't realise you know how it's done. In Wil Wheaton's reviews of old Star Trek: TNG episodes he talks about scripts that are so bad the audience are way ahead of the story and waiting for the cast to catch up, it felt the same with Torchwood. It's obvious from the start that something in the rift is giving the team visions of people they've lost, promising them it'll all be all right if they open the Rift, you know Gwen can't protect her boyfriend (although I thought locking him the vault with Weevils was pretty dumb) and you know Jack's invincibility will somehow be involved in solving whatever problem is out there.
But because I know the visions come from the creature in the Rift the team falling for them makes me angry, because the earlier episodes completely failed to make me believe that I should give a damn for the emotional distress of any of the characters (and Gareth David-Lloyd just cannot act angry or upset). And Jack's amazing pig-headed refusal to explain anything to the team, to get angry with their perfectly reasonable request for reasons why they should believe or do anything he says, maybe if they'd been a hyper-efficient by-the-book team up to now this would have had some dramatic weight, as it is, it's just the team falling apart, again. And just when you think it can't get any worse, Princess Gwen kisses Sleeping Beauty and brings him back from the dead... And you see the strings being pulled and realise that the creators don't realise you can see behind the curtain and can see how they are trying to manipulate you.
Now I'm off to look for a Torrent of the Sarah-Jane Adventures, because it looks like I missed the other good Doctor Who thing this Christmas. |
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