Doctor Who: Rogue

 "Just try not to get engaged, or accidentally invent tarmac".

My, Doctor Who is very metatextual these days.

Another bloody good episode this week. Oh, it didn't quite hit the higghs of last week or the week before, but that's frankly a high bar to reach. This was a bloody good bit of television.

It's also an episode written by someone not a Doctor Who showrunner, which is nice. Indeed, Kate Herron and Briony Redman are not only new to the show but have no connection to the fandom that I know of... and are, you know, a nice break from the testosterone. I know of Kate Herron as director of both Sex Education and Loki... and, whilst she doesn't seem to have writing credits for the latter, she apparently did a bit of showrunning. This is excellent: Loki is by far the best of the Disney Plus Marvel telly stuff.

Anyway, it's Regency England in 1813. "Oh my Bridgerton" indeed, as all the Jane Austen tropes are nicely deconstructed from the first scene, which gives us a nice little teaser to what'ds going on, as a Regency fop decides the man with him is a bounder and a cad... so he takes over his identity and kills him. Lovely.

It all looks wonderful, although I'm sure those who are upset by such things will complain about the presence of the occasional actor who has the temerity to not be white.Ruby gets to explore all the Jane Ausen stuff, while the Doctor meets, and flirts with, the mysterious Rogue, a bounty hunter who is mysterious, plays D&D(!), and is a rather convenient source of exposition as to what's going on- it's shape shifting aliewns, of course.,The two of them get on famously, despite Rogue committing the social faux pas of trying to kill a man on the first date. No doubt thosewho love to complain about such things will moan about the fact that, by this point, we pretty clearly have a Doctor coded as gay. Meh. People have sexual orientations. It's a mundane fact of life.

Rogue's invisible ship is a bit Shada, and Susan Twist is a portrait this time, but otherwise there's a total lack of continuity references, which is pleasing, a sign of new writing blood and proof that the show need not feel the need to reference its past every five minutes... much though I love it when that does happen. It's complicated.

The Doctor and Rogue are really getting on. The Doctor invites Rogue to travel with him, they almost kiss, and... yeah, it's clear at this point that he's doomed in some way. But the big reveal is delightfully metatextual: the alien shape shifters are cosplaying. And, I'm sure, no doubt there will e conventions in the coming months with fans cosplaying as them. Deliciously, the aliens behave like fans, complete with their "season finale".

The bit of cruel misdirection at the end, making us believe Ruby is dead, is well done, as is Rogue's heroism. He's more than a bounty hunter... and we get a nice hint that he may be returning. I love the Doctor's reaction to his broken heart, too: he's been there so many times, and just wants to go onwards... but Ruby, lovely as she is, insists on a proper hug. And rightly so.

But what truly makes this episode shine is the wit of the script and the delightful metatextualism of its ideas. I can't believe the season is nearly over. Can't it go on forever?

Frozen II (2019)

“You can’t just follow me into fire.”

“Then don’t run into fire!”

This afternoon Mrs Llamastrangler and I visited our local cinema accompanied by a certain little girl who was in equal measures nervous and excited. Yes, Little Miss Llamastrangler is both four years old and completely obsessed with Disney princesses, and this seemed like a good choice for her first ever film at the cinema. And it was. She loved everything about it, which ultimately should probably outweigh the more qualified praise of her forty-two year old father.

A Disney film sequel that isn’t a casually tossed off straight-to-video release is a rarity, but this is the real deal, with cast and creative team reuniting to dig for more box office gold-successfully, I suspect. But, with no original fairytale source to draw upon, the pressure was on.

But I needn’t have worried. Yes, the early scenes seemed overly cosy and devoid of the conflict that all good drama needs, but the magical mystery of the nearby enchanted forest gives the film the injection of epic fairytale magic that it needs. And by the hilarious Olaf song about how everything make sense when you’re an adult, and you in know way feel like an older child who’s winging it, I was well and truly won over. The animation, the story, some nice characterisations and the humour all worked well, and one of the songs in particular had Little Miss Llamastrangler singing all the way home.

Is it as good as the original? Probably not. But it’s a solid, moving, funny film that probably deserves the success it’s pretty much certain to get, particularly as a more cynical cash-in would doubtless have done just as well.

Frozen (2013)

“The cold never bothered me anyway.”

Little Miss Llamastrangler turned four on Monday, and I didn’t get a chance to watch anything last night. So here’s a blog post about what is a) Little Miss Llamastrangler’s favourite film, although other Disney princesses have risen a lot lately in her estimation and b) a film I’ve seen a million sodding tunes and might as well vent about the fact while acknowledging that the film is bloody good for what it is and, indeed, a class A substance for little girls.

One gripe I have is the title- Frozen, not The Ice Queen, the name of the actual Hans Christian Andersen fairytale. This is rather similar to Disney’s version of Rapunzel being called Tangled; they seem to like their past participle form of verbs. I bet if they ever do a version of The Three Billy Goats Gruff they’ll call it Trolled.

But I must admit this is a solid tale, and positive in a lot of ways. They’re really trying to avoid the trope of pretty princesses being all passive in their dresses while princes, i.e. men, have all the agency. This is a love story between two sisters in which Elsa’s sisterly love, not the kiss of a prince, saves Anna from eternity as a frozen statue. Prince Hans, Anna’s initial love interest and indeed fiancé, turns out to be a blunder and a cad and she ends up with the thoroughly working class Kristoff. Best of all, we learn that “conceal, don’t feel” is not the way to go- a nice little metaphor for expressing your true sexual orientation, whatever it may be.

Also, Olaf is funny, and has the best song.

Frozen isn’t perfect- Anna and Elsa are still feminine stick insects who look thin and pretty- but it’s a positive variation on what went before, and I’ll grudgingly admit that it managed to entertain me. Well, the first fifty times at least.