Sunday 7 October 2018

Doctor Who: The Woman Who Fell to Earth

“Sorry. Half an hour ago I was a white haired Scotsman...”

No opening title sequence. No reprise of the regeneration. Just the above line, some interesting dialogue about the process of adapting to a new persona, and Peter Capaldi’s clothes. Those aside, we have only the perennials of the programme to guide us into what does indeed look very much like, ahem, a “jumping on point”.

We’ve had few spoilers and an incredible vagueness in publicity; personally, I’ve never known less about a new season of Doctor Who. I mean, beyond next week we don’t even know the episode titles. We know to expect easier-to-follow storytelling and no old monsters for this season, but that's it.

So what did we get? Well, I'm impressed. Chibnall's stuff has been variable in the past to say the least, as least with Who (I haven't seen any Broadchurch but will remedy that very, very soon, trust me), but here he nails it. A simple plot (a policy aim, I understand; I yield to no one in my Moffat fanboyishness but even I will accept that his complex plotting, brilliant though it is, is wont to drive away the kids), likeable characters in Ryan- a decent kid held back by his dyspraxia; Yasmin, his old school friend and now rookie copper; and Graham, his cancer survivor step-grandad- and of course his Nan, who dies heartbreakingly by falling off a pylon thingy while saving the day. Such a very Tom way to die, as we old fans know, and the culmination of some very good writing to get us (and the new Doctor, of whom more in a bit) to like these four (soon to be three) new friends.

The whole thing looks amazing, indeed cinematic, although there is perhaps a darkness to the visuals which isn't necessarily there in the script. I can't deny that the direction is superb; I can, however, worry that the veering towards a horror film style may drive away younger viewers as surely as complex plots. That shot of the baddie with teeth all over his face terrified Mrs Llamastrangler.

And Jodie Whittaker? She is, simply, the Doctor. Her every line, her every act, is Doctorishness incarnate.She's superb. There's nothing more to it than that. The fact that she happens to be this or that gender is completely and utterly meh. It's interesting that, a token short period of unconsciousness and lots of exposition about how she's still forming aside (and that nice subtle touch of the little bit of regeneration energy) she's up and running and active and Doctoring from the start, much as Matt Smith, and is very much the more broadly Doctorish type- a Tom, or a Tennant, or a Troughton rather than one of the irascible ones. But we shall see.

Interesting that we start without a TARDIS- it appears that this will be resolved next episode, along with an explanation as to what happened; fortunately the Doctor ends up,with the dead alien's transmat thingy in order to get her to the necessary planet. Along with Yasmin, Ran and Graham. Oops. We also get a new sonic screwdriver, "now with added Sheffield steel", a very Sheffield feel with some awesome shots of the Peak District, a traditional debut episode confrontation scene, and a joyous new costume scene. Overall this is an impressive new debut to the new era and the new Doctor. And Chibnall? He done good, and his strong point seems to be characters over plot. Let's hope that being able to create everything to his liking continues to play to his strengths. For now, though, I'm excited.

Love the theme tune and closing sequence too- very Tom, but very modern.


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