Archive for January, 2015

Tom Baker’s Birthday

Tom Baker

Tom Baker – the most benevolent alien you’ll ever know.

On the day of Fourth Doctor Tom Baker’s birthday, Tony celebrated in style at WarpedFactor with not one piece but two.

The first was a musing on why, after 34 years, everyone still always asks whether a new Doctor will wear a big floppy hat and a long scarf, as Baker did, rather than any other of the Doctor’s many outfit elements from the last 51 years.

Read Respect The Scarf here.

 

The second was a straightforward review of a remarkably timely release from Big Finish audio. this time last year, the company sat Tom Baker down and recorded Tom Baker at 80. Tony listened to it to mark with pleasure Tom Baker’s birthday as he turned 81.

Read the review here.

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Survivors, Volume 1

The cover of Survivors, Volume 1

Is that a cough I hear?

Terry Nation was that most remarkable of things in all the writing world – a writer who repeatedly came up with an endlessly recyclable idea. And while the Dalek will forever be Nation’s way into the mass popular consciousness, it’s with Survivors that he staked his claim on a solid chunk of creepy sci-fi real estate that puts him up there with John Wyndham or Stephen King, and even arguably up with Bradbury and HG Wells.

Tony checked out the newest iteration of Terry Nation’s Survivors – and found the apocalypse opened up in a whole new terrifying way.

 

Check out his review here.

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The Second Romana

Lalla Ward as the second Romana

The Second Romana – an incarnation lasting long beyond her on screen adventures.

When, after a parade of would-be Romanas in the opening sequence of Season 17 opener Destiny of the Daleks, Lalla Ward appeared in a very pseudo-Doctor outfit, the tone of the new incarnation was clear – the First Romana had decided to stay with the Doctor, but with an almost calculated regeneration, she had decided on something that would work more closely with the Doctor she had.

After the First Romana had completed her assignment, she decided to stay with the Doctor – but to change into something a little more comfortable. Tony pays tribute to the Second Romana.

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Wonderful – Encountering Galileo

I promised the Wonderful fans a scene tonight, as it’s all been a bit Who-centric round here lately recently, and is likely to continue to be through next week.

We join the action as Hammersmith, Guardian Demon to the suicidal George Bailey, and Hark, the original Joyful Noise, have been transported back in time by a little angelic jiggery pokery, so as to avoid some demons and to allow Hammersmith to teach Hark the wonder of humanity. Oh, the Boiler that’s mentioned is the gigantic steampunk engine that processes human belief and keeps Hell rooted in the universe of the Real. Is that all you need to know? Probably not – I’m probably doing you all a massive disservice, but there you go. Enjoy. Shrug. Consider the whole wretched thing a waste of precious minutes of your remaining life – all reactions are equally valid at this stage.

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Galileo Galilei, circa 1605

Galileo Galilei, circa 1605

They appeared with a soft popping sound in a bustling, pleasantly pastel-coloured city, no less teeming than the London they had left, but painted in a kinder, warmer, more earthy palette. Bailey blinked. It was incongruously bright and warm, the sky a burning blue expanse of daylight.

Hammersmith smiled so brightly it was as though he was challenging the sun to a duel. He breathed in deeply. ‘Aaaahhh,’ he said, enjoying the business of exhaling. ‘Breathe that air, the pair of you.’

Bailey did as he was told, and immediately doubled up, coughing and choking.

‘No discrimination, some people,’ said Hammersmith, the smile not slackening even a little.

‘Too-’ spluttered Bailey. ‘Too much, more like. What is that stink?’

‘That’s life, that is,’ said Hammersmith, breaking into a chuckle. ‘Life in a city where the sewage system’s medieval, and attitudes to bathing aren’t quite as petrified as you’re used to. But raw, vital, red in tooth and claw and cutpurse life, nonetheless.’ Hammersmith dropped his arms to his sides and spread out his palms. ‘Ohhh, it makes my fingers itch. I can’t believe we’re really here.’

‘Really where, exactly?’ asked Bailey. ‘And come to that, really when?’

Hammersmith chuckled again. ‘I give you the city of Padua, Italy. Or at least, what will be Italy. The year is 1605. Great year. Primo year. Absolutely-’

He stopped abruptly, staring into the crowd of people on the street, fixated. There were a lot of people coming their way, many of whom were staring at them, and crossing themselves as they passed. Hammersmith didn’t notice them, he was watching one man. One man who seemed lost in deep concentration. Every now and again, he would mutter a phrase into his dark brown beard. His clothes were good quality but unobtrusively styled. He seemed to be navigating by memory, while his conscious mind was somewhere else entirely. His memory had done a reasonably good job of navigating him through the crowd, but he didn’t see Hammersmith, Hark or Bailey until he walked into them.

‘Scusi, Senore,’ he said gruffly, moving around them and going on his way. Hammersmith turned to watch him go.

‘I love that man,’ he breathed. ‘You see that man?’ he asked. ‘I love that man.’

‘Who was he?’ asked Bailey.

‘Who was he?’ Hammersmith laughed. ‘Who was he? Only the man who worked out pendulums, that’s all. Only the man who took the idea of telescopes and made them sing! The second best friend the sun ever had-’

‘A name would be good.’

‘You just met Galileo Galilei,’ said Hammersmith with the kind of reverence usually reserved for people who claim to be born of virgins, or the kind of emperor with high opinions of themselves and itchy trigger-fingers.

‘Galileo Figaro,’ sang Bailey. ‘Sorry – couldn’t resist.’

‘This man is important?’ asked Hark. ‘He is “wonderful”?’

‘The father of modern science? Maybe just a little bit wonderful, yeah,’ chuckled Hammersmith. ‘And d’ya know what else?’

‘You love him?’ asked Bailey.

‘I do,’ said Hammersmith, ‘yes. C’mon, let’s get after him, I know where he’s going today.’ He moved forward, and accidentally trod on the heel of an old Paduan woman.

She whirled around, looking like an extremely angry sultana in a dress. She had clearly been trained from her cradle in the fine art of Paduan invective and obscenity, and had apparently been waiting for the opportunity to make use of her education. She unleashed a torrent of North Italian filth in Hammersmith’s direction, but he just stood there, smiling placidly, as though this was a treat that had been laid on for them. He let her continue for a few moments, then he stuck out his hand and turned an invisible dial. Nothing happened. Hammersmith frowned.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asked. ‘Why can’t I understand her?’

‘Do you speak seventeenth century Italian?’ asked Bailey lightly.

‘Well, no,’ said Hammersmith. ‘Not as such, but…’ He extended his hand, and deliberately turned his invisible dial again. Still, nothing happened. The old woman slapped his hand, and waggled her finger at him accusingly.

‘Ow!’ he said. ‘Wait a minute, can this prune-faced old bag actually see me?’

‘But of course,’ said Hark, sounding perplexed at the question.

‘But – but I made us invisible!’ said the demon.

‘Demons cannot travel in time,’ said Hark in her best explaining-to-a-three-year-old voice. ‘Obviously they do not retain their powers when transposed backwards in time.’

‘So… so you’re saying that the monastery-educated man who revolutionised our understanding of the scientific universe… just saw an angel in the street?’

‘Well,’ said Hark, frowning, ‘yes.’

Bailey joined in with the frowning game.

‘Well that’s just great!’ said Hammersmith. ‘Just thank your deities of choice he didn’t seem to really see us, or we could have changed all sorts of history.’

‘So,’ said Bailey to Hark, jerking a thumb at Hammersmith, ‘he has no powers here?’

‘No,’ agreed Hark.

‘But I’m here somewhere,’ said Hammersmith. ‘Well, I mean, technically in 1605, I’m in London, but I’m in this timezone, all demoned up and ready to go.’

‘That is you at the appropriate point in your timestream,’ said Hark, raising her voice slightly to be heard above the continuing rant of the aged Paduan. ‘This is not,’ she finished, shrugging as if that settled that.

‘What?’ Hamersmith rubbed his brow. ‘Hold on, so, the me from the first time around is the one with the connection to the Boiler, so he has all the powers? I don’t get ’em back till I, I mean me, I mean this me goes back to when I’m supposed to be?’

Hark rolled her eyes, nodding slowly.

‘Seriously, no powers?’ said Bailey. Hark kept nodding.

‘Now wait a minute-’

The punch came with 83 years of frustration and resentment behind it. Normally, Hammersmith’s demonic reflexes would have allowed him to see it coming and dodge the blow with ease. Here and now, he went down like a sack of squirrels.

The old Paduan woman screwed up her face into a satisfied scowl, gave a humph, and went about her day, unburdened of a significant portion of her life’s irritations.

 

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The Seeds of Doom

The cover of the DVD of The Seeds of Doom

The Seeds of Doom: Doctor Who meets Bond movie.

When people talk about the Classic era, they habitually say two things: they say the budget constraints let it down, and they say that in spite of that, the stories were great.

They could be talking about any one of a number of stories when they say these things, but arguably more than any other in the colour era of Classic Doctor Who, they could be talking about The Seeds of Doom.

Continuing WarpedFactor’s look at Tom Baker’s time in the Tardis, Tony spent three hours going green with the glorious creep-fest that is The Seeds of Doom

 

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The Sun Makers

The Collector and the Doctor.

The Collector and the Doctor talk taxes.

There can be little doubt that Robert Holmes was one of the great writers of the Classic era of Doctor Who. Some people, unafraid of being beaten up by Terrance Dicks, would even argue that he was the great writer of the Classic era. When Holmes got a bee in his bonnet, it would almost invariably result in satire, liberally soaked with lemon juice and not a little vitriol. Militaristic imperialism – The Time Warrior. Disposable consumerism – Spearhead From Space. Political grubbiness – The Deadly Assassin. The War on Drugs – The Caves of Androzani. Factory farming – The Two Doctors.

When a man like that runs foul of the Inland Revenue and that most invidious of social necessities – the system of taxation – good things are going to happen, you just know it.

Continuing WarpedFactor’s look at all things Tom Baker, Tony reviewed classic Robert Holmes taxation satire The Sun Makers

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The Widow’s Assassin

Cover art for The Widow's Assassin.

Queen Peri of the Brown faces the widow’s assassin.

There are some opportunities in the Big Finish audio range – just as there are some opportunities on screen – that make you ask for ‘permission to squee’ even before you hear them. The Widow’s Assassin is one of those.

Continuing his look at Big Finish audio titles, Tony checks out what happened to Peri after she went home with Brian Blessed. It’s time for The Widow’s Assassin.

 

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All Nerds Are Geequal

All nerds are geequal. It's still technically possible that some are more geequal than others.

All nerds are geequal. It’s still technically possible that some are more geequal than others. But only if you invoke parallel dimensions

The joy about a site like WarpedFactor is that it’s a melting pot for all geeks. That means its content is written by individuals, and that there’s no such thing as received wisdom, or received geekdom. Everything’s up for debate, for good argument and for individual experience to have its place. It’s a freedom that sees Moffat-haters, Moffat love-children and those who view each episode on its individual merits each given a chance to put their case and persuade their fellow geeks of their point of view.

Tony came over all peace and love and universal geekery, proclaiming that all nerds are geequal.

It’s possible he was still drunk from New Year.

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