A few years ago, when the second Pirates of the Caribbean film came out, I realised that Hollywood producers have now discovered how to make an action movie without any actual story at all, just a series of spectacular set-pieces designed by the stunt men and the special effects team and linked together by something that looks vaguely like a narrative. Dr Who seems to have taken this approach a step further by cutting out the spectacular set-pieces as well so that all that remains are jokes (often quite good ones, admittedly), sentimental death scenes (at least one per episode as a rule), and odd little sound bites, which I suppose are designed to become catch-phrases or memes or something - the effect is of a huge room at the BBC full of underpaid writers desperately trying to come up with their own version of, 'Hasta la vista, Baby' or 'Do you feel lucky, Punk?".
Saturday's episode - A Good Man Goes To War - began with Rory, one of the Doctor's duo of companions, striding into a Cyberman spaceship in the middle of a huge Cyberman space fleet and insisting, since they apparently monitor all communications in the region, that they tell him where his missing missus is. The Cybermen - who were legendary bad-asses in the old Dr Who but seem a bit pants in the new version - are reluctant to tell him, and draw a variety of big space guns. The rest of the fleet then explodes behind Rory in an expensive (but not quite expensive enough) effects shot, and he says, "Shall I Repeat The Question?" - the first of the episode's sound-bites.
|Just shoot him!|
Who knows. That's just the pre-title sequence and the whole thing has been forgotten by the time the credits have finished, although presumably the Cyber-numpties did furnish him with the information he needed because the Doctor is now busily assembling an army of Trusted Old Friends We've Never Even Heard Of Before to spring Mrs Rory from some kind of secret space base full of fascist clerics. Among the Doctor's allies, though not revealed until the attack is under way, is a small squadron of Spitfires from one of last year's episodes, who swoop by to knock out a communications array.
So where had they come from? How did they get from Earth in 1940 to a distant corner of space in the year 9 Zillion? Had the doctor carried them there in his TARDIS? How do you get a Spitfire into the TARDIS? What happened to them after the battle? Did they survive? Will he take them home again? All these questions could be easily covered by a line or two of dialogue, but the scriptwriters completely ignored them*. And I could go on - there were dozens of similar moments in this series.
Of course it isn't always necessary to explain everything in a story: often we don't need to know how the murderer got in or how the hero travelled from A to B. Of course it's allowable to include the odd scene or pre-credit hook that doesn't strictly make sense, so long as it's funny or cool. And of course it's possible to pick holes in any plot if you can be bothered, though it's a fairly pointless pastime. My problem with Dr Who is that more often than not it seems to be made of plot-holes. I don't think this is because the writers or producers are incompetent: I think it's because they have an utter contempt for the audience. Who watches this stuff after all? Children and fanboys. So them soundbites and Spitfires, they won't notice that it doesn't make sense.
And the sad thing is that all this money, all this stuff, all these fine actors and pretty costumes could have been used to make a good programme instead. Buried in all this nonsense there are some lovely bits of dialogue and some great ideas. Who wouldn't want to watch the story about the sword-wielding Victorian lizard lady detective and her cross-dressing cockney girlfriend? But Dr Who doesn't really do stories any more, so she's just marginalia, her character compressed into a few lines which you have to strain to catch behind the thundering incidental music.
|Speak up a bit, love...|
Dr Who isn't drama at all. It's the 21st century version of wrestling.
*EDIT: Oops - I'm told that actually there was some reference to the Spitfires, so perhaps I just failed to catch it. (I made it through five seasons of The Wire without turning the subtitles on, but I often find it nearly impossible to hear what people are saying in Dr Who.) I'm quite sure the opening scene was never explained, though, and there were plenty of other examples.
If campy British sci-fi with good jokes is your thing, you could do worse than check out Toby Frost's Space Captain Smith books: the first one is reviewed here on The Solitary Bee: the second is even better.