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I suppose it was all right as far is it went, which is to say, as an excitable Saturday afternoon kids show that's on far too late for its own good, and consequently forced to deal with all this sexual material that makes it feel very uncomfortable.
Also, aren't there too many supporting characters on the team? Glynn from Big Brother's damp-knickered crush on Captain Jack is quite (unintentionally?) funny, so he could stay, and the Welsh Carol Vorderman has to be there as a POV character, but the other two seem like so much dead weight really. All sci fi shows need an IT person I suppose, but having two of them in there means there often aren't enough lines to go around for either;
'Is the bloodwork done, creep guy?'
'Yes, and it's fascinating. You see ...'
'Sorry, we haven't got time for that. What about the radiation, asian babe?'
'I've never seen anything like this ...'
'Just tell us we have to blow up/defuse, dear?!'
(sighs) 'All right. Have I ever told everyone I've sometimes had fantasies about me and other women?'
'Now that, you see, is interesting.'
'Well, what about if I get my cock out? Will you pay attention to me then?'
'If we must, creepy guy. If we must.'
For some, this must be part of Torchwood's appeal, but I'm not seeing it myself.
And there was some problematic writing. And perhaps somone ought to think about weaning the director off whatever drugs he thinks he's on, and sending him back to film school with an angry note attached.
James Marsters was good though. He's underused at the moment, but should have a bright future as a Bond-type villain ahead of him, once he's got a few more miles on the clock. |
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