Snakedance by Christopher Bailey (1983)

‘Where the winds of restlessness blow. Where the fires of greed burn. Where hatred chills the blood. Here, in the depths of the human heart. Here is the Mara.’

So, fresh from a bruising experience where writer Chris Bailey feels that he has seen his story reduced to ‘a cheap spectacle, with poor quality, tawdry production values and themes and scenes inserted just to ‘colour things up’, Bailey writes the 1983 sequel to ‘Kinda’, ‘Snakedance’ about a society that has reduced the story of the Mara to a tawdry spectacle involving plastic pink snakes and funny mirrors. In some ways I think I could probably end the review there.

Anyway, to my mind ‘Snakedance’ is a direct comment on Bailey’s experiences during the writing and production of ‘Kinda’. Much as Panna (wisdom) begat Karuna (compassion) or the dreaming of an unshared mind or the meeting of minds in the great crystal begat the Mara, ‘Kinda’ begat ‘Snakedance’. The whole thing is a circle – a wheel turning or a snake eating its own tail.

Snakedance is also in some ways as much about refining its parent story, as for example ‘Moonbase’ is to ‘Tenth Planet’. However, as in that example, in the process of refining and ironing out some of the rougher edges of the original story, some of the more interesting, distinctive aspects are also lost. There are a lot of similarities between the two stories. In ‘Kinda’ the Mara was a force returning to a world where it had been previously banished, returning to Deva Loka through the dreaming of Tegan and the despair and temptation of Aris. The 1983 sequel follows a very similar pattern – with the Mara returning to Manussa hundreds of years after being banished and the Doctor and Tegan are once again the vector for its return. We return to themes of regression to childhood and ritual to lessen or absorb the impact of the Mara (the Trickster in Kinda, the re-packaging of the legend of the Mara for commerce or via a ‘Punch and Judy’ show here). We also have telepathy and the shared mind again – the Kinda in the original story and Dojjen and the snake dancers in the sequel. We even have the Doctor treated as a fool or mad man again. The use of mirrors is re-visited and once again we have the ending with the expanding snake, slightly more effective this time, but still with rubber snakes – just brown rather than bright pink.

If the plot mechanics and themes are similar, what is different is the world. Manussa is the world of men as opposed to Deva Loka – the world of deities and the cast of characters that populate this world come from a different palette. In ‘Snakedance’ the Mara returns to the world in which it originally came into existence. It is in some ways a ‘Genesis of the Mara’ story, we don’t see the birth, but rather through the origin myth and through archaeologists Ambril and Chela and ‘wiseman’ Dojjen, we hear how it was born and catch it in the process of it’s re-birth.

Manussa – the world of men

Manussa, formerly homeworld of the Sumaran Empire which may or may not ring a bell. Does it, Tegan? The Sumaran Empire?

So, what is different this time around is the world that Chris Bailey builds. The themes of colonial intrusion present in ‘Kinda’ are lost and are replaced by the weight of history and myth – the past turned into commerce and entertainment. Manussa, as with Deva Loka, is very nicely drawn – a civilisation that has regressed from what it once was, but is still what we would still define as ‘civilised’. It has been through an advanced technological phase (the time when the great crystal and the ‘little minds eye’s were engineered.), through the dark ages when the Mara was unleashed, but back to something that looks like possibly the middle-ages – maybe equivalent to the Moorish civilisation on Earth. It may be more advanced than that – but we don’t, as far as I can remember, see much in the way of advanced technology. So after a period of a post-Mara recovery, it has stagnated for the best part of 500 years, the dark past remembered through sensational stories, in fairgrounds and puppet shows, plastic snakes and bedtime stories to scare the children. The latter feels like a direct commentary on the finished production of ‘Kinda’ to me, if so it slightly misses the point, one of Doctor Who’s core elements is the story of monsters to scare the children – it is part of long tradition, going back far beyond the 54 years of the show itself in that respect.

Manussa is beautifully realised – both via the script and through the production design. However the filmed sequences with Dojjen in the wilderness are far more atmospheric and effective and just serve to point out how much ‘Doctor Who’ loses just through being captured on videotape. I was thinking about this watching it again, I was around 13 when this originally aired and even then I knew there was something special about the sequences with Dojjen out in the wilderness, they looked beautiful and atmospheric, but I didn’t know why. I didn’t know back then the differences in look and feel between film and video – but it was obvious and quite jarring.

The origins of the snake dancers

And these signs shall follow them that believe: In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues. They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover. (Mark 16:17-18)

In Kinda the Christian symbolism of the serpent was primarily an echo of ‘temptation’ in Eden and was added really to help the largely non-Buddhist audience to understand the basics of the plot. The snake has a wider significance within Christianity beyond that of just temptation. The roots of the sequel lie in the religious practices in the Southern USA – but from two very different beliefs. I think Bailey accidentally conflates the two in his interview for the DVD documentary,

One reference point is the practice of ‘snake handling’ that some fundamentalist Christian churches principally in the Appalachian Mountains. ‘Fundamentalist’ in the sense that they believe in the literal truth of the bible and some use snake handling as a method of showing how God protects them from harm. When it goes wrong, well it was just their time anyway. The motivation comes from the quote from the gospel of Mark above – ‘they shall take up serpents’ – something that they follow literally.

Another influence was a culture that uses snakes in a slightly different way. In Arizona, the Native American Hopi ceremonially dance with snakes on particular occasions. The snakes, as with the Christian snake handlers, are not worshipped, the Hopi believe they are their brothers and that they act as a conduit for prayers for rain to the underworld, where their ancestors reside. For anyone who is interested, the link below is for Library of Congress film from 1913 of the Hopi performing the snake dance for Theodore Roosevelt.

It is worth noting that the Hopi spirits of nature – the Kachina, as with the snake dancers in this story reside for most of the year in the mountains. When dancing in costume the Hopi lose their self, becoming the Kachina that they are dressed as.

Oh, they were frightful. They were all covered in ash. Some of them were almost naked. They lived entirely on roots and berries and things, and they put themselves into trances. It was quite disgusting. They handled live snakes, I remember.’

In ‘Snakedance’, the dancers handle the snakes and use their venom presumably to enter a trance like state, echoing shamanic rituals from indigenous peoples around the world that involve a variety of hallucinogens.

Well, according to the Legend, the Mara’s return may only be resisted by those of perfectly clear mind. The Dance was a dance of purification in readiness for the return. However, the Federation held that the Mara no longer existed. That’s why they drove the Snake Dancers into the hills. Oh, apparently it involved the use of certain powers.’

‘Certain powers’ might be a reference to the telepathic meeting of minds, but it feels more like a euphemism for the lysergic-like effect of the venom to me.

NYSSA: Doctor, no. What are you doing?
DOCTOR: I’m afraid we have no choice if we’re to have any hope of saving Tegan.
NYSSA: But its bite could be deadly.
DOCTOR: Yes, I do know.

Under the influence of the snake venom the Doctor is able to communicate with Dojjen, although why they couldn’t just have a chat isn’t entirely clear! Something related to the venom as purification?

DOJJEN : No, look into my eyes. You have come this far. You must not now give in to fear. Look.
DOCTOR: It’s the poison. The effect of the poison.
DOJJEN: Fear is the only poison.
DOCTOR: Fear is.
DOJJEN: Ask your question.
DOCTOR: How, how can, I must save Tegan. It was my fault, so how, how can. Destroyed. How can the Mara? It was my fault.
DOJJEN: Steady your mind. Attach to nothing. Let go of your fear.
DOCTOR: What is the Snake Dance?
DOJJEN: This is, here and now. The dance goes on. It is all the dance, everywhere and always. So, find the still point. Only then can the Mara be defeated.
DOCTOR: The still point? The point of safety? A place in the chamber somewhere. Where?
DOJJEN: No, the still point is within yourself, nowhere else. To destroy the Mara you must find the still point. Point. Point. Point. Point.

Still Point – William Blake and T.S.Elliot Literary allusion in Snakedance

Nothing is written in isolation. For this review I didn’t read any previous reviews by posters on here or elsewhere, however some things are just lodged in your brain almost as folk memory. For as long as I can remember, well since 1983 at least, I have known that ‘Snakedance’ was influenced to some degree by William Blake and T.S Eliot, particularly the latter. I think I originally read it in a review in a fanzine called ‘Skaro’. I can’t unlearn that knowledge and when I hear the ceremony of the becoming I immediately think of the ‘Auguries of Innocence’ and ‘The Four Quartets’. Proof in case anyone doubted it that clever, literate people with too much time on their hands have been applying their imagination and analytical skills to ‘Doctor Who’ for as long as fandom has existed, long before people with their internet blogs or threads. Back then they just disseminated their views via the medium of letraset and the Royal Mail.

Across ‘Snakedance’ Chris Bailey borrows some of the imagery and also phrasing of William Blake and T.S. Eliot (perhaps he was a Van Morrison fan – ‘Summertime in England’?) for Snakedance:

The first temptation is fear.
I offer you fear in a handful of dust.
The second temptation is to despair.
I offer you despair in a withered branch.
The third and final temptation is to succumb to greed.
Stranger, now you must look into the crystal without greed for knowledge.
I offer you greed in the hidden depths
.’

Chris Bailey – Snakedance (1983)

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour

Wiliam Blake – Auguries of Innocence (1863)

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handfu
l of dust.

T.S Eliot The Wasteland (1922)

Eliot also crops up again with regard to the meditation of Dojjen and the Doctor out in the wasteland – the concept of ‘finding the still point’ and the dance.

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance
.

T.S.Eliot – The Four Quartets (1943)

The same source aptly sums up the Mara at the end of this story:

Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being
.

In fact, ‘The Four Quartets’ is a very apt piece to inspire ‘Snakedance’ – it has a myriad of references to time and repetition and life – birth, death and re-birth, echoing the Great Wheel of ‘Kinda’.

Or say that the end precedes the beginning,
And the end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end.
And all is always now
.

In my beginning is my end.
In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,
Are removed, destroyed, restored,
or in their place is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass.
Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires,
Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth

If you add in the Buddhist influences on the names on display again here – Tanha (desire or greed), Manussa (world of man) and the snake dancers, it is clear that Bailey isn’t afraid to borrow from very disparate sources to build his world.

Next I will take a look at the cast of characters in ‘Snakedance’, how the story deals with the past and mythology and the themes of regression to childhood.

The Federator’s son is bored.

Watching ‘Snakedance’ as an adult there seems something familiar about it – not the themes or imagery, but more in the structure of the relationships between the characters. It took me a while to realize why I think that is – at first I thought of it as a chamber piece – almost a drawing room comedy of manners, but then a thought came to me – Snakedance almost feels like ‘Doctor Who’ as Chekhov play. Go with me on this one and I will explain my thinking. Chekhov plays have a variation on a series of archetypes – the matriarch (Madame Ranevskaya, Arkadina) the son, the Doctor (!), the student, the teacher, the daughter, the older relatives stuck in the past, the peasants and estate workers. Substitute the cherry orchard or dacha for Manussa and although I’m stretching the point somewhat – we have Tanha (the Mother), Lon (the son), the Doctor, Ambril (the boring teacher), Chela (the student) Nyssa (the young, innocent daughter – a stretch I know) and then the likes of Dugdale and the fortune teller representing the working class/peasant characters.

The feel of the piece is also similar – the wistful evocation of past glories now gone to seed, the sense of boredom/disappointment and frustration, the mother indulging her indolent son, the boring teacher droning on about his subject to the clearly bored audience. The relationship between the aristocrats, professional class and deferential ‘peasants’ just feels structured in a similar way. I am not saying that Bailey consciously echoes these plays, but he is a literate writer and these types of characters and scenarios appear to me to seep into his writing.

The cast of characters in ‘Snakedance’ are beautifully drawn and feel like they genuinely have their own history with each other. For example Colette O’Neil and Martin Clunes genuinely feel like mother and son as a number of people point out in the DVD documentary. There is something almost incestuous about their relationship – she indulges him and he scorns her in return – he is arrogant, selfish, bored, idle and greedy – everything the Mara needs. There are some terrific moments between them and through these we get insights into their family relationships and history:

TANHA: He thought the only people who knew the truth about the Mara were the Snake Dancers. Once he even took us to visit them. It was miles from anywhere, way up in the hills. It was all wildly unofficial. We had to go in disguise. Can you imagine your father in disguise? Even then.

LON: I’m not coming.
TANHA: Good.
LON: I beg your pardon?
TANHA: It’s probably just as well. You’d only spoil it. Your behaviour in the caves this morning was unforgivable. The poor man was quite disconcerted.
LON: Oh.
TANHA: You were taking advantage of your position.
LON: Oh please, you’re going to be dreary.
TANHA: No, I am not going to be anything. We are invited to dinner, I am going. Are you just going to lie there being bored?
LON: Yes, do you know, I rather suspect I am. After all – what else is there to do?

Lon is like a spoiled, self-centred teenager craving something exciting and dangerous in his life – to maybe walk on the wilder side – something he sees in Tegan and the Mara:

DUGDALE: She’s inside.
LON: So I should hope.
LON: You, er, summoned me, apparently. It’s not something I’m accustomed to, but here I am. Well, what happens now?

LON: Yes. After all, why not.

At which point he assumes she is offering him temptation of a different sort, instead she introduces him to the Mara, but there is almost too much in Lon for the Mara to chose from. If the Mara had met the teenage audience of ‘Snakedance’ – myself included – it would have had a field day with endless material to work with. If it unleashes her repressed sexuality, I’m not sure quite what it does to him – even at the start of the story he acts like the Mara has already gone to work on him. What seems to happen is that she dominates him in a way he isn’t used to and offers him excitement, with a hint of sex and danger. All of which contrasts very nicely with what the evening otherwise has to offer – Ambril:

AMBRIL: Then you see, my Lady, we draw a complete blank. It’s quite clear that the Manussans of the pre-Sumaran era were a highly civilised people. Their technology in some senses was considerably in advance of our own. Then, suddenly, almost overnight, the Manussan civilisation simply disappeared. It was certainly subjected to a cultural catastrophe of unimaginable proportions.
TANHA: Shall we eat?
AMBRIL: Yes, to such a n extent that when the Federation record begins some six hundred years later, they speak of the Manussans as a primitive people in thrall to the Mara, sunk in barbarity, degradation and cruelty.
AMBRIL: Are you all right, my Lady?
TANHA: Yes, yes, of course. Please do go on.
AMBRIL: A shame your son could not be with u s.
TANHA: Yes, I’m sure he would have found it all most illuminating.

Lon meanwhile has found his own illumination.

Selling the past

Of course it is. And all so long ago. The Mara was destroyed five hundred years ago and yet we’re still celebrating it. Why?

Another aspect covered very well on the DVD documentary is the way ‘Snakedance’ deals with the past. Rob Shearman talks about the way in which all the glories of Manussa are in the past and this is portrayed via a series of cheap, tawdry images for sale. The past packaged for commerce, You see the same in the tourist spots of Britain, try walking the Royal Mile in Edinburgh – a sea of tartan tat, bagpipes and shortbread. Shearman uses this approach in his Big Finish play ‘Jubilee’ (which inspired ‘Dalek’), where the stories of how the ‘English empire’ defeated a Dalek invasion with the Doctor’s help have become cheap, sensational films and a very English festival with bunting. Here the Mara have become a Punch and Judy show, complete with pink plastic snake instead of the crocodile and a cheap booth at a fair, which really just consists of a few distorting mirrors.

How about you, sir? Madame, step this way, if you’d be so kind. I invite you to take the most exciting journey of all. The voyage inside. The journey to meet yourself. I address you in the silence of your own hearts. I offer my personal challenge. Dare you bare witness to what the Mara shows? Will you gaze upon the unspeakable? Dare you come face to face with the finally un-faceable? Children half price.

Brian Miller is fantastic here as Dugdale – that last line ‘Children half price’ is delivered just perfectly. Looking at different aspects of yourself in distorting mirrors is really akin to what the Mara is – it distorts and emphasizes aspects of you – your desire for revenge or greed or power or your repressed sexuality – it reflects and refines that aspect. Here it is reduced to just a cheap thrill in a tawdry fair booth. Likewise we have the fortune teller using the trappings of the Mara and then just making up any old crap that she thinks people want to hear! Again I wonder about that, it feels very much like this is Bailey commenting on the likes of Saward and JNT telling him to ‘colour’ his story with false dramatic cliffhangers and giant pink snakes because it is what they think the children want? Maybe Dugdale – the hawker of cheap thrills to scare children is a direct representation of the Doctor Who production office or how they made Bailey feel during ‘Kinda’?

Next time I’ll wrap this up with some thoughts on regression to childhood, the nature of the Mara and why Snakedance is almost always well reviewed but does surprisingly modestly in polls.

‘I’m in my garden’

Another shared theme with ‘Kinda’ is regression. In ‘Kinda’ we had Sanders regress to a child-like state of innocence after opening the box of jhana, while the mental collapse of Hindle reduced him to a childlike bully, trying to control his own little world whilst keeping the adult world away. In ‘Snakedance’ the Doctor uses hypnotic regression to take Tegan back to Deva Loka and beyond that further back into her childhood:

DOCTOR: Where are you now?
TEGAN: On Deva Loka, the Kinda world.
DOCTOR: What are you doing there?
TEGAN: It’s horrible. Is that thing inside my head? If you must know I climbed a tree and dropped apples on its head. No. I will never agree to what you ask. Doctor? Am I free of the Mara now? Forever? Am I?
DO CTOR: You must go deeper, Tegan. Much deeper. Where are you now?
TEGAN: I’m in my garden, silly. Everything grows in my garden. People always come back. I close my eyes, I want them to come back and they do. It always works. I can tell lies too. People don’t always notice so I’m safe here
DOCTOR: How old are you?
TEGAN: I’m six, silly.
DOCTOR: Tegan, now you must leave your garden.

I thought about this for a while – Tegan safe in her childhood garden – bringing back people that she loves, before being forced to leave it for the harshness of the adult world and to face what is happening to her. That is almost exactly what ‘Doctor Who’ represents for me – a place where I go to undergo a regression to my childhood. Somewhere where a good, moral man fights monsters and stands up to insane dictators and makes the world a better place, somewhere where I am happy in my delusion while I am watching or reading or listening to it. I think I differ from a number of the posters in here, in that I don’t necessarily need it to reflect the real world – society or politics or morality – it is nice if it does, but really I just need it to be clever and interesting and diverting. I am mostly Ok with poorly motivated villains, ‘evil from the dawn of time’ and alien creatures who are just irredeemably bad – just so long as things are clever, work within the fictional world of ‘Doctor Who’ and more than anything make me happy.

I mostly have a nice life – far easier than my parents or grandparents had. Even so, everyone needs somewhere to go sometimes when work or responsibility or a sense of disappointment, ennui or gloom descend. I find that in nature, in photography or in music, but really there is only one place where I can go to where for 25 or 45 minutes I can regress to childhood – bring back the faces of those I’ve lost, return to a time when I am 10 and running down to the newsagents to get ‘Doctor Who Weekly’ or home from school to read my Target book of ‘The Auton Invasion’. A time when the rest of the world can go ¤¤¤¤ itself. Like Tegan, I’m happy in my garden, but after that brief interlude there, I’m afraid it’s time to leave, back to Manussa – the world of men and commerce.

The genesis of the Mara

Snakedance’ provides a really rather elegant rationale for the creation of the Mara. The Manussan’s used the little minds eye crystals to meet in the great crystal, where their greed and hatred and all their bad thoughts and desires reflected to create the Mara. Which makes you wonder whether somewhere the opposite of the Mara also exists – created from all of their good and altruistic thoughts and the love that they must have had? I suppose societies create their own gods in their image and that is what happens on Manussa – just literally. I also the love the idea that the Mara, a concept that could just be conceptually evil, quasi-religious or ‘super-natural’ was actually created not just through the desire and greed of the Manussan people, but through their advanced science, the crystals are precisely engineered and manufactured by them to allow function in this way, which is very ‘Doctor Who’:

DOCTOR: Yes, of course, I should have realised. Structurally perfect. It has to be free of all flaws and distortions. Even the minute distortions produced by the effects of gravity.
NYSSA: What are you saying?
DOCTOR: The crystals were designed and built by a people who had mastered the techniques of molecular engineering in a zero gravity environment.
NYSSA: But the Manussans are not that advanced.
DOCTOR: No, and according to Chela this crystal is eight hundred years old.

NYSSA: But there would be records. A people eight hundred years ago capable of molecular engineering?
DOCTOR: Not necessarily. I suspect that when they built the Great Crystal they overlooked one vital factor. The nature of the mental energy would determine the nature of the matter created. The Great Crystal absorbed what was in their minds. The restlessness, the hatred, the greed. Absorbed it, amplified it, reflected it.
NYSSA: And created the Mara.
DOCTOR: Indeed. And in the reign of evil which followed they must have forgotten the most important thing of all, that the Mara was something they themselves had blindly brought into being.

All of which sounds more Christopher H Bidmead than Eric Saward or at least the Saward of legend.

The Mara – possession or body horror?

Before I come to the ending, I wanted to say something about the nature of the Mara. Superficially it appears to be another evil force possessing the inhabitants of Deva Loka or Manussa. This is re-enforced by the snake motif passing from arm to arm of those ‘possessed’ by it or Dukhha’s ‘You will agree to being me sooner or later’. Across the two stories we have Tegan, Aris, Lon and Dugdale appearing to be possessed by the Mara. Is this actually the case though – isn’t it more like the Mara unlocks and amplifies an aspect of the person?

It latches onto the worst in you and dials that up to 11. With Aris it is the desire for voice and to avenge the kidnap of his brother. In Tegan it unlocks a playful, sensual, lascivious side of her nature. Lon is already a seething mass of teenage greed, indolence and desires, I’m not sure it quite knows what to do with him. The transformation is less body horror as all it consists of is the snake tattoo, some red teeth and in the case of ‘Snakedance’ some makeup that looks rather like Tegan and Lon have been down to a tanning salon and spent too long under a sunbed. I rather like this explanation for the Mara, you can see it in yourself, calling to you to exploit all your weaknesses, amplifying the worst of you and letting that aspect out into the world.

The sense of an ending

So to the ending, well we slightly amble towards it and ultimately it is a little bit of an anti-climax. The Doctor finding the still point via the teachings of Dojjen or possibly T.S Eliot and trapping the Mara in the act of its becoming is the part that I do really like.

DOCTOR: What is the Snake Dance?
DOJJEN: This is, here and now. The dance goes on. It is all the dance, everywhere and always. So, find the still point. Only then can the Mara be defeated.
DOCTOR: The still point? The point of safety? A place in the chamber somewhere. Where?
DOJJEN: No, the still point is within yourself, nowhere else. To destroy the Mara you must find the still point. Point. Point. Point. Point.

On this viewing the actual realization of the ending seemed rather premature and somewhat bungled, something I must admit I’d never really noticed before. Tegan and Lon are comically red-faced as if fresh from a sauna – Lon really isn’t sporting a good look, combined with ‘that’ costume. The final shot of green vomit pouring out of the mouth of the dead Mara snake is a last attempt by the production team to inject some horror into the programme that it doesn’t especially want it. Then it just sort of stops.

So why isn’t Snakedance more popular?

Snakedance came a relatively modest 112th out of 241 in the DWM 50th anniversary poll. Most reviews I have read over the years have been really positive, so why is this?

There seems to have been a slight shift over the years towards preferring ‘Snakedance’ to “Kinda’. I can see the attraction and ‘Snakedance’ is a more even piece of work, but I think on reflection I prefer “Kinda’. Whilst the performances in the sequel are uniformly good, possibly more subtle than ‘Kinda’ none match that of Simon Rouse and the story isn’t quite as distinctive or interesting. It is a really nice piece of science fiction, with some excellent world building and a thoughtful, reflective script, but it is lacking much in the way of excitement or incident and is very leisurely paced. Which I think might be why it doesn’t rate more highly.

The lack of pace or action wouldn’t really be so much of a problem, if it weren’t also a issue across a range of stories in season 19, 20 and 21. It is something that the show’s star recognises (he says as much) and tries his best to rectify. You can see Peter Davison absolutely working his socks off in his performance here and in other stories – injecting some much needed breathless energy and urgency into proceedings. He is fighting against the script and the pacing of Fiona Cumming’s direction. She does a really decent job here, but doesn’t really manage to build much in the way of excitement or tension, which the script doesn’t entirely help with either. If you want to hear a prime example of Davison really working hard to build the tension and pace of a story, try listening to his reading of the Target novel of ‘Castrovalva’ it is masterclass and really allows you to experience the story in a completely different way. He shouldn’t really need to do this on his own though.

Often the Fifth Doctor’s stories polarize between full on action and violence of which there are only really three examples and then lots of these slower, meandering thoughtful pieces – Castrovavlva, Four to Doomsday, Kinda, Black Orchid, Snakedance, Terminus, Enlightenment, Planet of Fire etc. On reflection, I think that most stories should occupy a better balanced middle ground. The roster of directors – Graeme Harper and Peter Grimwade aside, also do not really help with this – most of them would be happier on ‘All Creature Great and Small’. I also can’t help feeling that in the most truly effective ‘Doctor Who’ stories – the requirements of a family action adventure, horror, sci-fi show (pace, scares, action, big dramatic moments, tension leading to cliffhangers etc.) are balanced and blended with the more thoughtful, clever, intelligent moments. Much as I really love ‘Snakedance’, part of me feels that to fully work, it would possibly need to balance these requirements better.

Ultimately the programme gets an awful lot out of Chris Bailey, but I’m not entirely sure that he wants to be here. The trappings of the show – the requirement for action, incident, dramatic peaks around episode endings and for things to entertain a young audience aren’t really for him. His last story, ‘Children of Seth’ was abandoned twice during the 80’s and was eventually adapted by Marc Platt for Big Finish and makes interesting, typically thoughtful listening – another exercise in world building. His real legacy though are two fine stories which are a gift to review, stories which inspired a generation of us in the early 80’s. Really Chris should have had the opportunity to write interesting, distinctive, fantastical pieces for a more adult single play strand on TV, but it wasn’t to be. A shame really, it was British TV’s loss and that of viewers like me who are still crying out for voices like his to be given opportunities.

Kinda by Christopher Bailey (1982)

The Dark Places of the Inside – an introduction to Kinda

You will agree to be me, this side of madness or the other’

In the October 1982 issue of Doctor Who Monthly (issue 69), ‘Kinda’, the left-field Buddhist parable of forest worlds, empire and the dark places of the inside, came bottom of the annual Season Survey with just 9%. It was ranked 3 places below ‘Time Fight’. If you are interested ‘Earthshock’ was top and ‘The Visitation’ second. If you were amongst those voters for voted for the story – pat yourself on the back! It is a little bit like being one of those who applauded Dylan going electric on his ’65/66 tour amongst the booing. Even back then I really couldn’t believe that ‘Kinda’ was so little loved – I really liked it and thought Simon Rouse as Hindle was the best guest performance of the season. Don’t get me wrong I had ‘Earthshock’ above it – I wasn’t that perverse a teenager and the Cybermen had just returned after a long absence, but it was certainly up there near the top of my list. Anyway, things change and ‘Kinda’ is now highly rated by many – in the last big DWM survey it came 63rd,. I found that surprisingly low, but perhaps this reflects the divisive nature of the story. These days most of the views I read on the story are largely positive, but at the time ‘Time Flight’ rated higher, let’s stop and have a think about that for a moment – that’s ‘Time Flight’.

Anyway, the story features possession (Tegan and Aris), self and identity are questioned and challenged (Tegan again), Sanders and Hindle are ‘changed’, Panna ‘becomes’ Karuna, Aris finds voice during the story and the ‘souls’ of ‘the natives’ are captured in mirrors. It is therefore a perfect story for this thread. Before I look at the story, some thoughts on Chris Bailey. Kinda must be the most analysed Doctor Who story ever – some serious thought has gone into it, from the contemporary academic book ‘The Unfolding Text’, to a huge amount of fan effort and theory – involving everything from Ursula le Guin, to Tom Stoppard to Kate Bush. It is worth a few moments of anyone’s time listening to what Chris Bailey has to say on the subject – if nothing else he is an engaging, intelligent writer and well worth a listen. From the Kinda DVD there is an interview with the man by Rob Shearman – which is really lovely – quite touching actually, almost redemptive and for my money one of the best things on the DVD range. There are also the Kinda and Snakedance documentaries and the DWM interview with Bailey from issue 327, where Benjamin Cook managed to track him down and DWM 269 which interviews Simon Rouse and Nerys Hughes together. I will return to look at some of that after the review.

A few things of notes from those source materials though – Anicca and Anatta aren’t supposed (at least by the writer, but surely by the director Peter Grimwade?) to be Adric and Nyssa – although that makes sense in terms of the direction and choice of shots, the pith helmets weren’t his idea (JNT’s apparently – though Bailey did very much approve of casting Richard Todd as Sanders), the structure in the dark void (‘the Wherever’) wasn’t meant to be a representation of the TARDIS, but rather a gypsy caravan structure, he disapproved of the depiction of the Kinda (like a Timotei advert!) and apparently he hasn’t read the ‘Word for World is Forest’! He does however seem to really enjoy these theories and the fact that fans have their own takes on the meanings and themes of his work. Ultimately with a work like ‘Kinda’, the writer makes it open to our interpretation once it is out in the world. He credits the fans for their ability to see beyond the ‘tawdry’ production values and embrace the ideas contained in the story. As I say, I will look at his views on the story and the production process again after the main reviews.

Look, I am unlikely to come up with anything much new or earth shattering about Kinda, my brain doesn’t really do that – the best I can hope for is that I give you my views on the story as it unfolds and present them as elegantly as I can and analyse how they fit with the theme of this thread. I am likely to struggle with the Buddhist aspects of the text, but then so would a contemporary audience of largely non-Buddhists. Where I can I will try to add something of interest so in that spirit:

Firstly a short glossary of terms:

Mara – the Buddhist equivalent of a demon, relating to temptation, desire, greed, delusion and death
Dukkha – suffering, pain, sorrow or sadness (one of the three marks of existence with anatta and anicca)
Anatta – no self or soul, referring the Buddhist belief that there is no unchanging soul
Anicca – impermanence, that everything is change, transient and inconstant
Panna – wisdom, insight that reality consists of anicca, anatta, dukkha and sunyatta (emptiness)
Karuna – compassion, one of the four divine abodes (along with kindness, equanimity and joy).
Jhana – meditation
Deva – There are different classes of deva – supernatural beings (similar to deity – but not immortal gods) with god-like powers. It is worth noting that one of these is the mara.
Loka – World

So Deva Loka would be the world of the Mara?

I think my difficulty in putting that together and also understanding what those terms mean in anything but the most superficial way, in Buddhist philosophy – which derives from a culture that is far from my own, would also chime with the difficulty in understanding some of the concepts in ‘Kinda’ that a general UK or western audience would have. They are really interesting and thought-provoking, but I am never going to understand them properly and like other religions are open to interpretation even from within that world. I will maybe talk about some of these where relevant, but there are plenty of other things to discuss, as we venture into the dark places of the inside and too-green paradise of Deva Loka.

Paradise is too green

There are no predatory animals on Deva Loka. No diseases, no adverse environmental factors. The climate is constant within a five degree range and the trees fruit in sequence all the year round.

You know something? This is my fourteenth ex and rec, and I’ve never seen a planet like this one. Look at it. Paradise, isn’t it? The sun shines, the birds sing, food grows on trees. Even the ILF is friendly. Or used to be.

I think paradise is a little too green for me

Welcome to paradise, to Deva Loka – paradise. Either the Garden of Eden or the Buddhist world of deities. Or more likely a mixture of the two as Deva Loka spans both the Buddhist and Christian view of paradise or Eden. Likewise the Mara – temptation in Buddhist thinking or literally the serpent at work in the Garden of Eden, tempting Eve in the Christian view, so maybe not so far apart as I initially thought they might be. From Genesis (the biblical version – not ‘of the Daleks’ which I am more familiar with) the apple is represented a number of times across the story – in the dome The Doctor and Todd taste the ‘forbidden fruit’, later Tegan drops apples on Aris’s head after agreeing to become the Mara – a crossover of Christian myth and science (Newton), rather like the Kinda themselves – Buddhism and the double-helix.

The more familiar (at least to the target audience) religious iconography of Christianity is imported into the Buddhist philosophy at the heart of the story, I think to give the Western audience something to hold on to – something more certain, good versus evil against the more ambiguous, fluid Buddhist world view. In fact part of me wonders whether Kinda is really Chris Bailey’s attempt to reconcile Buddhism which he was studying at the time with the Christianity he grew up with. All of that is then shaped into something that could be made into a working Doctor Who story by three different script editors – Chris Bidmead, Anthony Root and Eric Saward – two of whom worked largely in sympatico with Bailey – any guesses as to the odd man out? I’m sure compromises were made and nuances lost along the way – but in a very British way out of the potential muddle and compromise comes something really rather special.

In the military terms of the inhabitants of the dome, Deva Loka is just plain old S14, a potential world for colonisation to ease a housing shortage at home. To Todd it is paradise. To Chris Bailey it is ‘a garden centre re-created in TV centre’! For all of its limitations and the production issues it caused, is rather beautiful. There are stories of having to order bags of leaves overnight to hide the studio floor and countless stoppages while it was re-redressed. I think Bailey maybe had in mind something darker – maybe it should really have been built at Ealing and shot on film. Whatever, I really rather like it. Something else that is beautiful is the incidental music by Peter Howell – especially the pastoral Kinda theme. The effect of both of these elements is to set Kinda up as somewhere that is paradise, beautiful and non-threatening, which regardless of what the writer had in mind when he visualised their world, actually matches what the script is trying to do. The soundscape of the wind chimes and the dreaming – which turn into the nightmare of ‘The Wherever’ or ‘the dark places of the inside’ is equally effective. Again, I’ll look at this later but the incidental music/soundscape of the Mara and their world is just nightmarish – it compliments the visuals perfectly and really adds to the production.

Culturally non-hostile

The Kinda pose no threat whatsoever to the security of this expedition. They are culturally non-hostile.

‘Of course, from their point of view, we might pose a threat to them.’

‘How do you mean? What point of view could they have? They’re savages.’

From the start the Kinda are setup as ‘non-hostile’. However, we have very different views of them from the intruders into their world – between the scientist Todd and military man Sanders. Culturally non-hostile versus savages, we might pose a threat to them versus standard procedure and hostage taking. In some ways the closest thing to the Kinda that we have elsewhere in Doctor Who are the ‘primitives’ in Colony in Space or even the Solonians in the Mutants – sophisticated societies (or formerly in the case of the primitives) that are just different to those of the colonists. However the Kinda are more ambiguous and so is the nature of the intrusion into to their world. ‘Colony in Space’ is more of a Western – settlers arriving and viewing the locals as primitive (similar to Sanders view here – but very different from Todd) or the more straightforward view of empire and it’s decline that we have in ‘the Mutants’.

Chris Bailey rather cruelly refers to the depiction of the Kinda as a ‘Timotei shampoo advert’, imagining instead a dirtier people – however I prefer to look at them as a version of Gauguin’s Polynesian paintings of women in Tahiti. Bailey’s is an interesting idea, maybe playing against type, but I don’t quite see how making them dirtier would fit with the idea of an advanced, but different civilisation. Without seeing what he had in mind, my initial response is that I don’t think it would entirely work – for most people, dirty and wearing rags is shorthand for primitive.

DOCTOR: Well, it could be the double helix.
TODD: It is. The heart of the chromosome. They all wear them.
DOCTOR: Thank you. What could they know of molecular biology?

Where Deva Loka is different or at least intended to be different, is that the so called ‘primitives’ or ‘savages’ are actually highly advanced, they communicate telepathically, wear necklaces depicting the double-helix – the molecular structure of DNA. They are supposed to be an advanced civilisation that has developed down a different path, not declined, just reached a stable point, equilibrium – their world gives them all that they need. In fact, the Kinda have stopped the wheel at a point where they seem happy in their paradise. The have food from the trees, a society, a social structure, wise women and anything potentially bad or uncertain is dispelled or undercut by ‘the Trickster’ poking fun of them. All of this is broken as Tegan provides a vector for the Mara to re-enter their world, the Trickster tries to do his job at the end of episode 3, but is killed in the process… and the wheel starts turning again.

For me, the idea of just being content and not continually growing and acquiring more is actually quite tempting. It fits in with several movements in ecological and sustainability thinking – concepts like ‘steady state’ or ‘zero growth’ economies and populations – where continual economic and population growth without heed of the consequences is deemed a bad thing – that the planet only has finite, often scarce resources and that there are ecosystem impacts from continual growth and acquisition. It fits with placing a value on ‘natural capital’ and ‘ecosystem services’ – environmental economics. The Kinda are in harmony with their world until the intervention of the Doctor and to a lesser degree (at least at this stage) the survey team.

Beyond the religious interpretation of paradise, the ‘paradise world’ is also a staple of science fiction and a representation of what happens to so-called primitive cultures when they meet imperialism. This is where the comparisons, whether valid or not with Ursula le Guin’s ‘Word for World is Forest’ come in. That story though is much more concerned with what happens when a culture based on capitalism and acquisition meets and exploits the world of Athshe through large-scale logging – exploitation of natural resources. All of that exists within ‘Kinda’ – but the team at the dome are only at the survey phase – we don’t really see them exploiting the Kinda – though that is supposed to follow. Here the worst they do is take two of them hostage – Sanders ‘standard procedure’. In the le Guin novel, there is a literal and allegorical rape. In Kinda the clash of different civilisations is present but not developed. It is more subtle, a cultural misunderstanding, a lack of common language or terms of reference. Instead through the intruders – The Doctor and Todd, we have a window into the world of the Kinda – both through their studies, talking to the wise women Panna and Karuna and also literally via the box of Jhana, which fosters a degree of cultural understanding and bridges the gap between imperialism and the indigenous peoples. The Doctor says:

‘We were seeing the world through their eyes’

This is pretty unique I think in Doctor Who – that the characters have a direct window into the world of one of the cultures involved. Sometimes this is developed through empathy between the Doctor or his companions with the other culture (Susan in ‘The Sensorites’ for example) – but here the Doctor and Todd see the world through their eyes – they aren’t changed by it like Sanders is, but they achieve greater understanding and empathy. In fact with exception of Adric (nothing changes him except for the Yucatan peninsula), only the Doctor and Todd – the most mentally agile, flexible and scientifically curious of the characters remain unchanged. In comparison and in reverse we also see the effects of the Kinda on the rigid, brittle minds of Hindle and Sanders – so this is a two way process. The intruders impact on the world of the Kinda and the world of the Kinda via the box of jhana and the Mara change and transform the intruders. In between these two different cultures sit the Mara – allowed back into the world via Tegan and the Doctor, who are from a third culture, but perhaps closer to those in the dome. Later the Mara is able to control the Kinda via Aris and his despair and resentment at his brother’s imprisonment at the dome. At the heart of all this though – if the Doctor and Tegan hadn’t visited Deva Loka the Mara would not necessarily have been released at all.

Performance codes and campness

So, the other main protagonists in the story are the survey team from the dome – Sanders (Richard Todd), Hindle (Simon Rouse) and Todd (Nerys Hughes) all are extremely well cast. They are also very well written, they are established very early in the script – we know each of them from the opening scenes – it is an impressive piece of world building. All three performances are something that I’ve loved since my childhood, so they obviously made a huge impression on me.

Nerys Highes is fantastic as the more open minded scientist Todd. She is clearly very taken with Peter Davison’s Doctor – as a kindred spirit in a world where otherwise her conversation choices would be limited to Hindle or sanders. There appears to more to it than that though. I think I’ve always had a slight crush on her too – a saucy older female scientist, up for adventures in a far away rainforest – almost tailor made for me! As I’ve noted, Todd is the most flexible of these characters she already has some insight into the telepathy of the Kinda – and their sophistication, the double-helix. She is also less bound by the rules and regulations of Sanders and Hindle. So when she encounters a very different culture and the Mara, she is able to cope with this, deal with it and absorb into her bank of knowledge and experience, she has perspective. The others do not fare so well.

Sanders is another extremely well-drawn character. He could have just been a cipher, but his transformation by the box of jhana – regression to childhood, combined with they rather terrific performance by Richard Todd make him much more than just a gruff imperialist Sergeant Major. Richard Todd was a serious star in British film – there are few bigger roles in British war films than the hero Guy Gibson in ‘The Dambusters’, I can only think of Douglas Bader in ‘Reach for the Sky’. His other major films include the ‘Yangste Incident’ and ‘The Longest Day’. In 1963 he starred as Inspector Harry Sanders in ‘Drums across the River’ and its sequel ‘Coast of Skeletons’ (1965). This was a remake of the 1935 film ‘Sanders of the River’ (originally starring Leslie Banks) and based on the Edgar Walllace book of the same name. Sanders was a British Colonial Commissioner in West Africa. Wallace drew on his experiences as a reporter in Africa, for example he had witnessed the atrocities committed by colonial authorities in the Belgian Congo. So Richard Todd, along with the pith helmets is very much a shortcut for the older audience to say we are dealing with the British Empire here.

Simon Rouse as Hindle is one of the great performances in Doctor Who. He starts the piece as a slightly put upon junior member of the team, asleep on duty despite being designated SR security. During the story, his state of mind slowly collapses and he becomes a paranoid, childish bully who constructs his own world, almost like a child’s den to keep the real world outside. His mental state isn’t caused by the box of jhana or as far as I can see through contact with the Kinda – although he does control the two hostages via the mirror and they obviously are in telepathic contact with him. I assume it is the stress of the loss of Roberts and the 2 other crew members on an unfamiliar world, followed by his authority figure Sanders leaving the dome, leaving him rather unwisely in command. The shock of command seems to hasten his collapse and the return of Sanders in a child-like state, who instead of putting him back in his place then defers to his authority, reinforces his behaviour and makes it worse – like an errant child.

Before leaving Hindle in charge, Sanders says:

TODD: I really think you should think twice about leaving Hindle in command.
SANDERS: I never think twice about anything. Wastes too much time.
DOCTOR: He’s not altogether stable. In fact I think he’s on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
SANDERS: Well then, being in charge should do him some good, what? Might even make a man of him. Hindle!

Make a man of him? The exact opposite happens – it makes a child of him. More of that later.

‘Campness’ is something that comes up in a number of the source materials concerning the production of Kinda. The original end scene – Hindle and Sanders, walking off arm in arm, Hindle holding a flower was modified at the insistence of the producer. This was something that would have been overly camp in his view, descending into the sort of send-up he had disliked in the Williams/Adams era. All of which feels rather ironic with hindsight, but was very much his thinking at the time. It also comes up again in the interview with Simon Rouse and Nerys Hughes in DWM – Rouse says that sometimes he wished he had ‘camped up’ his performance more, and the rather lovely Nerys Hughes, basically tells him that no that would have been entirely the wrong approach – that you had to play Doctor Who with conviction – and she’s completely right – his performance is perfect as it is. It is extremely well judged – of the right ‘size’, but also played with a lightness of touch that guest cast in other stories really could have learnt from.

Blue Remembered Hills

‘Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.’

A.E. Houseman – ‘A Shropshire Lad’

You can’t mend people

Hindle, Kinda 1982

In 1979 the BBC aired the Dennis Potter play ‘Blue Remembered Hills’. The title was inspired by the Houseman poem, which is in itself a paean to lost childhood. In the play adults (Colin Jeavons, Michael Elphick, Colin Welland and Helen Mirren) play children in the English countryside during the Second World War. The opening scene features Colin Welland’s character biting into an apple, which two of the children then have a fight over – representing the loss of childhood innocence. Childhood is a mixture of the innocent and the violent and the play doesn’t end well as one of the children is killed in a fire in a barn that the others have locked him in.

Outside is for grownups. It’s not for us, is it? Soon it’ll be finished, and then.And then, well, we’ll live forever and ever, won’t we.’

So adults playing children and the apple as a symbol of the loss of innocence were in the air when Kinda was being written and filmed in 1980/81. Sanders and Hindle regress to childhood – Sanders because he looks into the Box of Jhana, which changes him and Hindle undergoes ‘regression’ in the Freudian sense – the reversal of his ego to an earlier stage of development. It is almost as though his descent into madness is a variation on agoraphobia – fear of the outside, of open spaces or botanophobia – fear of plants and trees. The sort of trauma that city dwellers feel when they are transplanted to the countryside, to an unfamiliar world of greenery, unfamiliar noises and smells. Sanders becomes a beaming innocent, whilst Hindle becomes a spoiled childhood bully, one that wants everyone to play together, but also wants to be in control and sulks and threatens to take his toys away/blow up the dome when he isn’t.

ADRIC: No! I don’t want to play.
HINDLE: Why not?
ADRIC: Because I don’t want to. It’s childish.
HINDLE: Oh, go on. It isn’t a game, it’s real, with measuring and everything.

I love that line – ‘with measuring and everything’, it feels like it was written for me. It reminds me of how I’d like Doctor Who to be more overtly scientific or how I love a scientific paper or natural history text book with figures, tables, graphs and everything!

Hindle’s personality completely disintegrates in the course of the story, unfortunately rather than completely collapsing into him self; instead this manifests itself in him becoming a control freak – a child stretching to exert a deranged authority over the adult world. This is explicitly stated at the cliffhanger at the end of episode 2?

You forget, I’m now in command! I have the power of life and death over all of you!

His childish megalomania extends to building his own cardboard city (like Nero in that respect) that he can control inside the dome.

TODD: Tell me about the city.
HINDLE: Oh, do you like it? Never built a city before.
TODD: It’s very good. What’s that?
HINDLE: Oh, that’s my secret den. I’m the government as well, you know.

DOCTOR: And the security arrangements?
HINDLE: Security effectiveness one hundred percent. One thousand percent. One billion trillion trillion percent. Or more, perhaps.

These are some of the most memorable exchanges in the show’ history, they are quite unlike anything else I think. Played with utter conviction they become quite chilling – Hindle is out of control, a child playing with adult toys and lives, utterly unpredictable. And when things don’t go his way, like a child he wants to take away his toys and destroy the world:

HINDLE: Careful!
DOCTOR: I’m so sorry.
SANDERS: It’s easily mended. A drop of glue.
HINDLE: Don’t be silly! You can’t mend people, can you. You can’t mend people!

As it turns out you can mend people. In the story this is through Jhana (meditation) and also by looking into a mirror and seeing, recognising and confronting what you are. So maybe the self can be healed and repaired, but more of that later.

To avoid this coming even more cumbersome, I’ve split this into two and in the next part I will look at the core of the story – as Tegan enters ‘The Wherever’ – the world of the Mara where she has her self and identity challenged and agrees to her possession. I’ll also take a look at the role of the Doctor in the story, at the Kinda – Panna, Karuna and Aris, at the nature of the Mara and how the conclusion is handled as the Mara manifests itself as a growing pink snake – whatever are we supposed to make of that!

In the first part of the review I talked about the change and transformation of Hindle and Sanders and their regression to childhood. In the second part I will cover Tegan and her voyage into the world of the Mara, the temptation and possession of Aris, how Panna becomes Karuna and how a fool becomes an action hero.

‘You will agree to being me’

A significant thread is the mental attack and subsequent possession of Tegan by the Mara. This aspect of the story pivots around the scene in episode one as Tegan falls asleep beneath the wind chimes and falls into ‘the dreaming’, something that according to Karuna in episode 4 should only be done by a ‘shared mind’. This opens her up to the world of the Mara. This whole situation really is the Doctor’s fault – as annoying as Adric is, the Doctor is being a bit hypocritical accusing him of ‘meddling’, especially as he leaves the wind chimes he runs his hat along them in the same manner Adric has just been told off for. He then wanders off leaving Tegan to her own devices for 2 days in the forest.

Her transition into ‘The Wherever’ is beautifully realised. Peter Grimwade is about a good as director as 80’s Doctor Who has, at least until Graeme Harper turns up. He is one of the few to not only inject pace into the show, but also direct with flair and an eye for a set-piece visual. Here we have the camera track right into Tegan’s eye – through the pupil, pushing through into the darkness of the realm of the Mara. We haven’t had something as striking as this, I don’t think since Joyce/Harper and some of the imagery from ‘Warriors Gate’ – the gardens, the void and the spinning coin. If the forests of Deva Loka could possibly be slightly better realised, it has to be said the depiction of ‘the dark places of the inside’ is excellent. The crossover here with early 80’s music video – ‘Ashes to Ashes,’ ‘Fade to Grey’ etc. is palpable. Dukha, Annica and Anatta would be very much at home in any of these. Dukha in particular is a post-punk, new Romantic depiction of a sinister clown/trickster figure if ever I saw one. Even his accent, diction and the cynical, sneering bite he gives to his performance confirms this – you could recast this with John Lydon or even David Bowie and it would work perfectly.

‘You, my dear, cannot possibly exist, so go away’.

The scenes in ‘The Wherever’ are all about breaking down Tegan’s sense of self, challenging her identity to the point where she will break and do anything to make it stop – to agree to being possessed by the Mara. In the first scenes, which are overtly setup to reflect the opening scenes with Adric and Nyssa playing droughts, Anicca (impermanence) and Anatta (lack of self/non-self) challenge her very existence, ignoring her as an illusion in their world. This possibly reflects Tegan’s own view of how Adric and Nyssa (both scientific and mathematical prodigies) view her and treat her? Maybe she feels excluded slightly from the aspect of their world, looked down on, inadequate?

ANICCA: So you did see.
ANATTA: It proves nothing. Because an illusion is shared doesn’t mean it is real
ANICCA: Of course not.
ANATTA: Besides, how do I know that what you think you see
ANICCA: Is what you think you see?
ANATTA: Or vice versa

‘This side of madness or the other’

Dukha (suffering) treats Tegan rather differently:

TEGAN: I suppose you’re also going to tell me I don’t exist. Well?
DUKKHA: Don’t be silly. Of course you exist. How could you be here if you didn’t exist?

TEGAN: Am I dreaming you, is that it?
DUKKHA: Are you?
TEGAN: Or imagining you?
DUKKHA: Possibly.
TEGAN: Then I can abolish you, can’t I.
DUKKHA: Puzzling, isn’t it? And by the way, one thing. You will agree to being me sooner or later. This side of madness or the other.

He doesn’t question her existence. Instead he challenges her identity and sense of self. He is perhaps set up here to reflect her view of how the Doctor sees her? He first confronts Tegan with herself (something echoed in the resolution of the story) – not just a clone, rather another identical version of herself thinking the same thoughts, with the same personality and experiences.

DUKKHA: Have you changed your mind yet?
TEGAN: No. I have not.
DUKKHA: Oh good, because there’s someone I’d like you to meet. Or do you two already know each other? I hope you two are going to be friends. Do you think you will?
TEGAN: More tricks?
DUKKHA: Well, yes, I suppose so.
TEGAN: It’s a bit obvious, isn’t it?
DUKKHA: Oh yes, of course. A child could see through it. And that’s why I like it. Obviously one of you is real and the other an illusion created by me. That’s obvious, isn’t it.
TEGAN 2: Yes, it is.
DUKKHA: Is it? Well, in that case, all that remains is for you two ladies to work out which one of you is which. Obviously.

True to form the two Tegan’s seem to get on quite well together!

TEGAN: Come on, what are you thinking?
TEGAN 2: Don’t you know?
TEGAN: Maybe I do.
TEGAN 2: After all, apparently you’ll have been thinking it too, won’t you.
TEGAN: But I asked first.
TEGAN 2: So did I.
TEGAN: Look, stop it. If you must know, I was thinking about eating ice cream.
TEGAN 2: Yes.
TEGAN: What do you mean, yes?
TEGAN 2: So was I. I was three years old and I didn’t like the taste.
TEGAN: That’s my memory!
TEGAN 2: And mine! Stop it. Look, this is silly. What are we going to do?

Being presented with an exact copy of yourself that thinks they are you, has all the same experiences and can complete your sentences is a pretty scary concept. Someone else having the same face as you is bad enough, but someone with the exact same memories and thoughts is really disconcerting. All of these things make up your image of self, everything that is unique about you. It is similar to Deckard meeting Rachel in Blade Runner and telling her about own childhood memories, which she thinks are real, but have instead come from her creator’s niece. If these memories and thoughts aren’t unique – then what are you?

This then expands to being surrounded by many versions of her self and he challenges her to find the needle of her true self in a haystack of ‘Tegan’s (there’s a thought!). Directly after this immersion in a sea of herself, Dukkha subjects her to the opposite extreme as he isolates Tegan entirely alone in the darkness. This is sensory deprivation – which can either be used as therapy to relax and meditate or as a form of torture inducing extreme anxiety. Here it is the latter and is the final straw for Tegan and she agrees to allow the Mara to inhabit her body. That decision is something that allows the Mara back into Deva Loka and via Tegan into the minds of the Kinda.

Janet Fielding’s performance as the possessed Tegan is one of the best things she does in Doctor Who. By all accounts it is toned down form her original acting choice – which was much more overtly sensual and serpent-like. She is however much more overtly a sexual being in these scenes, laughing lasciviously, husky voice, shirt slightly undone, red mouth, teasing Aris in the scenes between them. She tempts him into accepting the Mara and like most men, he doesn’t need an awful lot of tempting! In the process he finds voice – but not his own, that of the Mara. All of this makes thematic sense – the Mara is temptation, so is the snake in Eden – Aris is tempted and the Mara enters the shared world of the Kinda again.

TEGAN: You are unhappy. Very unhappy. Perhaps I can help you free your brother from the dome. Would you like that? I thought you might. With my help, you could launch an attack, destroy the people who’ve held your brother prisoner. Yes, you’re right. The people in the dome are evil. With my help, Aris, you could become all powerful.
I am the Mara!
Do not resist. I am your strength!

The fool and the wise man

‘There is a difference between serious scientific investigation and meddling

One thing that I’ve realised I rarely talk about in these reviews, except maybe when things go wrong on this count, is the Doctor and his role in the story. I had a think about why this was and I came to conclusion that he has always been there in my life – at least since I was 3. He has probably meant more to my development as a person than any religious figure, politician, author, playwright or even musician (which is saying a lot). He is the person who offers to shake the hand of another species, who calls aliens and monsters and villains ‘old chap’ – treats anything new as innocent until proven guilty, who offers a jelly baby, words of wisdom, silliness in the face of authority and righteous anger against tyranny. He is wise, protective, nurturing, silly, childlike, experienced, inventive and clever. The ultimate polymath and renaissance man. We know what his role in the story is – to represent civilisation, science, rational thinking and decency and to set things right. It normally doesn’t need spelling out what he is doing in a story. However this story is an exception I think.

The Doctor’s role in all of this is interesting. It feels slightly quite ambiguous – at least until the conclusion. To Panna, he is an idiot – he is male, yet unaffected by the box of jhana. Todd instinctively accepts him as an equal and confidant. Hindle perceives him as a threat – even though he is completely non-threatening. Until the end he doesn’t drive the story, he floats through it trying to gain understanding. There is a reason for that – which I will talk more about after the review, but it is basically because Kinda was originally written for the 4th Doctor and his role in this was going to be as wise old man, another archetype to those depicted, giving advice and guidance to resolve the situation. In contrast Saward was positioning the new, ‘younger’ Doctor to Bailey as more ‘a man of action’ – which he really isn’t.

Overall I think that the Fifth Doctor works better here than Tom would have. For the most part he is more like a pilgrim looking for enlightenment and having gained it through Jhana – seeing the world through the eyes of the Kinda, he then has the understanding of the Mara to drive through the conclusion. He is also in part idiot savant (I use that term in it’s wider definition – someone who is unworldly but gifted, rather than in reference to any degree of mental illness or learning difficulty), a mirror to the Trickster. Panna even calls him a fool – the equivalent to the Trickster in Shakespeare, whose plays are littered with ‘wise fools’. At the end he reverts to type – the action hero – arranging for the Mara to be trapped in the circle of mirrors. I don’t doubt Tom could have done all of that, especially in Season 18 mode, I do however have a hard time seeing how he would have fitted into the scenes with Hindle and the cardboard people – Peter Davison is perfect in those, the more dominant Tom Baker – I just can’t quite see it.

There is also a hint of something else. Something that we see very rarely at this point in ‘Doctor Who’ – something that might be more than just friendship developing between the Doctor and Todd .

TODD: Doctor. It’s only a guess, and guesses are not science. Have an apple.
DOCTOR: I thought the native produce was forbidden.
TODD: I’m a scientist. I do not feel bound by Hindle’s stupid precautions.

Again temptation! I really like this aspect of the story. I’m not sure if it is there is the script or just comes out of the chemistry between the two actors, but it works extremely well.

‘Such stuff as dreams are made of’

I’ve already talked about the Trickster and Aris, but the main representatives we have from the Kinda are the wise women, who have voice – the older Panna (wisdom) and younger Karuna (compassion). Panna represents wisdom and has the role of teacher – not just to Karuna, but also to Todd and the ‘blind male fool’ (the Doctor). She imparts the Buddhist ideas that underpin Deva Loka and the Kinda – the wheel turning and in the process bridges the cultural gap between the Kinda and intruders in her world.

PANNA: It is all beginning again.
DOCTOR: What is?
PANNA: What is? What is? History is, you male fool. History is. Time is. The great wheel will begin to roll down the hill gathering speed through the centuries, crushing everything in its path. Unstoppable until once again
TODD: Until?
PANNA: I must show you. That is why you have been brought here. Then perhaps when you understand, you will go away and leave us in peace. If it is not already too late.
DOCTOR: You said once again.
PANNA: Of course. Wheel turns, civilisations arise, wheel turns, civilisations fall.
DOCTOR: And I suppose this happens many times.
PANNA: Of course. Wherever the wheel turns, there is suffering, delusion and death. That much should be clear, even to an idiot. Now stop babbling and get ready.

DOCTOR: What do you know of the Mara?
PANNA: It is the Mara who now turn the wheel. It is the Mara who dance to the music of our despair. Our suffering is the Mara’s delight, our madness the Mara’s meat and drink. And now he has returned.

Mary Morris is superb here, in a story already packed with excellent performances, she lifts the story again to another level.

In a story already packed with images of change, transformation and possession, we also have:

TODD: It’s impossible.
DOCTOR: Well, unlikely, perhaps.
TODD: Ridiculous. I mean, if she is Panna, the wise woman, then where is Karuna? Answer me that.
KARUNA: Well, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Er, well, it’s a good scientific question. Where are you?
KARUNA: I am her.
DOCTOR: Both of you.
KARUNA: We are one.
DOCTOR: So, when Panna died, her knowledge and experience were passed over to you.
TODD: But how?
KARUNA: It is our way.

Out of wisdom arises compassion. I rather like that.

A serpent at the heart of TV centre

So the Mara straddles two religions. The name and part of the philosophy behind it obviously originates with Buddhism, but that religion doesn’t really have the concept of evil as Christians or societies like Britain that have a basis in Christianity but have become more secular might have. That presents a bit of an issue in 1970/80’s Doctor Who – what is the programme without a monster or villain? So the Mara is thenaugmented with Christian symbolism – the serpent in the Garden of Eden – temptation and sexual desire. Would the Mara have worked without the physical representation as a snake or literal representation of evil? Well it probably would – but I’m not sure about the level of ambiguity concerning what it wants and represents, maybe that would require an amount of sophistication amongst both the young and older casual audience with regard to the motivation of an adversary in ‘Doctor Who’ that doesn’t really exist and probably doesn’t even today? If the show were a niche science fiction series, it could behave differently and indeed it can afford to do so from time to time, but is primarily a family adventure show, designed to appeal to the widest possible audience. As such compromises are required.

So what are we to make of an ever-growing pink snake? This part of the story is a little bit of a let down, although you could argue with its themes of sexual temptation, the literal depiction of the snake as growing and pink works thematically at least – if not technically! JNT with his eye on reducing campness (!) and send-up in the show missed an enormous, expanding pink snake, really? It isn’t terrible, but it isn’t very good either and neither are the rubber snakes that Aris has to wrestle with on the ground. It might also be picky, but since the snake is huge, much larger than the mirrors, it isn’t technically trapped by it’s own reflection most of the time. What this ending to the story does give us is a switch in the mode of the Doctor from pilgrim and student to the galvanising force of nature that he normally is. Even in this case though he has to be prompted by Adric for the solution using the circle of mirrors. So, in the end Saward sort of gets his man of action he wants and it also gives JNT the monster that he thought Doctor Who needed. It might not be the ending that served the story best though. Something like the image of the snake skull shattering from Snakedance would probably have been more effective and cheaper than what we end up with. It all makes sense conceptually – the Mara is confronted with itself or is it more that Aris is confronted, like Tegan earlier, with his own self and what he has become and in the process he rejects the temptation of the Mara and what he has become?

Luckily then that the ending of the story works much better once that is all out of the way. We have Todd’s conversation with the Doctor about paradise, Tegan’s concern about whether she is rid of the Mara for good – clue she isn’t – I have Snakedance to come soon – so I guess that answers that question. Hindle and Sanders are healed – walking off into the forest smiling together and Deva Loka is safe, for now, from exploitation.

TODD: This planet is totally unsuitable for full-scale colonisation. That the unit be withdrawn. Sanders is pleased.
DOCTOR: Is he?
TODD: He wants to stay here. I told him he should just wander off into the forest. Nobody would notice. Shame about poor old Hindle, though.
DOCTOR: Oh, he’ll be all right. He was just driven out of his mind. Just what he needed. What about you, will you stay?
TODD: I don’t think so.
DOCTOR: You’re not tempted by paradise?
TODD: It was all right at first, but it’s all a bit too green for me.

Even Nyssa has woken up, unfortunately for her just in time to spend most of the next story in the TARDIS surrounded by bits of exploded android. It might be churlish given the strength of Janet Fielding’s performance in this, but oh, to kick the whole lot of them out and have the Doctor and Todd explore the universe together, him looking all bashful, her slightly doe-eyed and obviously besotted, but with the odd wicked, witty put-down. Her insight and empathy for alien cultures would have worked a treat and he would have worked well with a slightly older, mature, intelligent woman. Never mind, paradise was too green anyway.

So it has taken a while, but that is Kinda – change, transformation, possession, loss of self and identity. A story about a society that has stopped the wheel and the changes it brings, but where intruders through lack of cultural understanding re-start the process of change and where they are themselves changed by their experiences.

It is time to move on, well sort of – up next I am going to look at a contemporary book (Doctor Who – The Unfolding Text) and how it covered the production of Kinda.

The Unfolding Text – ‘Kinda – Conditions of Production and Performance’

When I was teenager in 1983, I bought a book, ‘Doctor Who the Unfolding Text’ by John Tulloch and Manuel Alvarado. Although I didn’t understand what semiotic thickness meant or any of it really, I was a precocious, slightly pretentious know-all teenager, who had just watched ‘The Prisoner’ for the first time and so trying to decipher what all of this meant this was right up my street. Contained within the tome, amongst the media studies speak (in retrospect a load of old toss that sounded vaguely scientific – a bit like Who in that respect) – were a series of references to Jungian philosophy and Ursula le Guin’s ‘The Word for World is Forest’ in relation to ‘Kinda’ and an entire chapter devoted to the production and scripting of the story.

Outside of the media studies analysis and comment (which I am really not qualified to talk about), this chapter ‘Kinda – Conditions of Production and Performance’ contains contemporary comment from most of the main production staff and makes for fascinating reading. Of particular interest are the quotes from the author, Chris Bailey on Buddhism, Christianity, empire and the influences on the script for ‘Kinda’ and tensions during the production process. The chapter really concerns how an authorial voice – Bailey here, then has his work pass through a process whereby it is subject to the views, experiences, preferences and professional abilities of the production staff – from script editor, director, producer, designer, special effects designers, incidental music composer and actors – all of whom depending on your point of view might at best enhance the finished production or at worst clash with or undermine the authors ideas. We have a little of both here. It is a two way process though and some of the production staff have a valid point with regard to framing a story within the ongoing format of Doctor Who as a series.

This last point is something that I think that fans sometimes forget. If you really like something or really dislike something it might not even have been written by the script writer, it might not even have been written or re-written by the script editor, it might have been at the insistence of the producer, the director or a last minute change by the cast. Even the storyline or subject will have been pre-selected by script editor and producer – it might already have been changed and shaped by them before the writer even starts the script. The production process might not be as collaborative as say theatre (something Bailey clearly isn’t happy about), but what comes out of the other end of the process is the work of many hands and often the success or failure of a story doesn’t necessarily rest with the people we attribute it to.

The interviews with Chris Bailey in DWM and on the DVD documentaries are many years after the fact. In the interviews for this book the wounds are still raw and the memories not yet clouded by time. Bailey is in the process of writing ‘Snakedance’, so although his ideas maybe clashed with the requirements of Saward and JNT and he was appalled by the ‘tawdry’ production values of ‘Kinda’, both sides obviously didn’t hold enough a grudge to avoid working together again. Rather than reviewing the whole lengthy chapter, I am just going to pick out some of the key quotes.

Here Bailey is talking about Saward’s requirement to explain some of the plot points:

Bailey: ‘The analogy I used at one fairly ‘hairy’ stage in the writing, when I was being asked to explain something totally, was that… if it was a Doctor who version of ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ .. they’d say, ‘Now how is this wolf going to be able to impersonate a Grandmother’? And then somebody would say ‘Well of course, it’s the mind-transfer fibrulator on the wall’. These things get explained too much – or not really explained. There’s a sense in which you throw together a few words about the ‘ambivalent time and space condenser’, and a sort of pseudo explanation of what is going on’

That is the sensibility of the author clashing with a central tenet of the show – that the universe is scientifically explicable, even if the science isn’t necessarily understandable by the viewers. Magic doesn’t exist, but the advanced science of the Daemons or Osirians or Time Lords can appear like magic to the 20th or 21st century audience. Also, maybe Bailey overestimates the audience slightly as I imagine even in its transmitted form ‘Kinda’ probably completely confused most of the 8-9 million people watching. It might have sparked the imagination of some of the posters on here, but as I noted into the introduction, even the readership of DWM was unimpressed at the time – preferring the more traditional ‘Earthshock’ or ‘The Visitation’.

Bailey: ‘What we have now is a snake which moves from arm to arm, which is very, very obvious… Its hammering the point into the ground in terms of technology. The idea that you can do it through an actor is not on… Simon Rouse plays Hindle as a madman…purely out of him as an actor. There were no snakes and disappearing boxes. The production team got his acting power there, but they seemed quite surprised.’

Saward replies to this:

Saward: ‘It’s true that we wanted snakes and things to be hard and positive and originally Chris Bailey didn’t… We are attempting to appeal to a very broad audience of all ages, of all backgrounds.. All the Buddhist stuff in Chris’s script, all the symbolism and so on – it’s there if you can get it…if you know about it. But when children are sitting there, they want something that will help them along too

That strikes me as actually a perfectly reasonable thing to say. We are talking about a mid-week, early evening family audience of around 8-9 million viewers, not an avant-garde theatre audience.

There are also clashes between Bailey’s vision and the requirements of director Peter Grimwade, particularly with regard to the pace of the show:

Grimwade: ‘I’ve got to make a show that is pacy. If it doesn’t work the way it is suggested on the page then it’s got to go

Grimwade: ‘I would say that we all disagree with the writer in that respect, because the writer wants to do ‘Play of the Month’ and he happens to be writing it in the ‘Doctor Who’ slot. He’d be happy if we could cut the Doctor out. I think he is a very untypical writer in that respect and he’s using the programme as a peg for a particular style of writing… But I’ve got to make a show that is pacy’

The chapter then discusses the tensions between ‘serious drama’ versus ‘popular entertainment’. Amongst all of this, there is a great quote from Terrance Dicks about the show, which I haven’t heard before:

Doctor Who is a very intellectual show…concealed under the guise of an action-adventure programme for the family

I really like this and it sums the show up perfectly for me. When I really dislike the show or aspects of it, it is because it is no longer clever, when it is dumb, I really feel like it has personally let me down. I am proud of it when it smuggles its cleverness in amongst the adventure, horror and comedy. I’ll return to this in a later review.

On the way that the possession of Tegan and the nature of the Mara is portrayed, Bailey has this to say:

Bailey: ‘Originally Tegan was taken over by a force from within which, in fact, is just one aspect of herself – called the Mara – but which has ended up pretty near to being a full-blooded demon.. In Buddhism there is no evil. There is no devil. So it is very difficult to write for Doctor Who… In my original version the Mara was quite an ambivalent thing. In Tegan, she became quite mischievous and sexy – quite flirty and lascivious. And Aris…became filled with desire for revenge. The Mara took a different form depending on the form it was occupying. And the snake didn’t exist. But in the process of brightening it up, colouring it up …’

That is a nice idea, the more I think about it the more I like it – I did touch on this aspect in my review, so it is obviously still in the final production – the temptation of Aris for revenge, the lasciviousness of Tegan, but really that is just a bit too subtle for a family adventure show. It needs something more tangible and the snake imagery provides that. That isn’t something to be derided it is the nature of the show and its audience.

There are also interesting quotes on the use of Buddhism in the story:

Bailey: ’One way Buddhism percolates through is that I tried to set myself to write it without people being killed all along the way. Very often this type of programme gets its tension over a pike of dead bodies… The original idea was the wheel of life – a Tibetan concept – the wheel which continues to revolve and on which we are all broken. The aim of Buddhist practice is to stop this wheel and the paradise that the Kinda inhabit is a paradise in which that wheel has stopped and the threat is that the wheel will start again’

I wonder what might clash with Eric’s ideas there? ‘A pile of dead bodies you say, now there’s an idea!’

It is clear from the interviews with Grimwade that he is very clever and whilst he disagrees with some of the author’s methods and intentions within the framework of ‘Doctor Who’, he does understand the piece and is able to bring that understanding to the actors:

‘In rehearsal the actors very much wanted Karuna to pretend to be Panna and put on Mary Morris’s voice. But I said no, I don’t think it works like that because in fact the idea is that there are two of them, there are two elements of wisdom and love/compassion which are complimentary. But at the same time they are the same thing and because Panna is dead and because Karuna represents love and compassion she is Panna because through love and compassion you therefore have wisdom

One of the other things I talked about in the review was the role of the Doctor and how this changed with the transition of the story from something written for Tom to the final story for Peter Davison. I’m not sure I agree with Bailey here. Davison’s Doctor really isn’t an action hero, no matter what Saward says. He is quite the opposite I would say – bookish, boyishly enthusiastic, optimistic, clever, but struggles to convince others of his authority in the way that most other Doctor’s can. He isn’t lacking in wisdom, just the authority to impart it to others. This neatly reflects Davison’s own view that he was too young and not quite right for the role – in some ways he incorporates that into his performance. He isn’t bottom of the Jungian hierarchy, he is still at the top, but trapped in this new young body and less authoritative personality, the wise old man struggles to be heard. The book also has some very interesting discussion on Jung and the role of the Doctor and the Trickster in ‘Kinda’, most of which I missed in my review, as it isn’t really an area of expertise for me.

Also fascinating is the visual effects designer, Peter Logan feeling cheated and complaining about both the lack of opportunities ‘Kinda’ offered along with the lack of time allocated to them. Well apart from the massive pink snake to build obviously. He complains that the story doesn’t match up to the opportunities offered by ‘Destiny of the Daleks’.

The chapter is also very good on this era’s reaction against the perceived campness and send-up of the Williams/Adams era. That might seem an odd notion if you grew up with season 23/24, but it was very much JNT’s thinking at the time and is more how I remember his time as producer – seasons 18-21, than the mess that was to follow. This also chimed very much with the thinking of executive producer Barry Letts and script editor Chris Bidmead – moving the show back to what they perceived to be it’s strengths. I’d love to know what Barry Letts made of the Buddhism in ‘Kinda’, but unfortunately we don’t find that out. JNT did work on the show under the previous regime, but comes across here as someone who is very much reacting against all of the things that he did not like about those experiences. Much as the Williams era was a reaction against the things in the Hinchcliffe/Holmes era that had caused such consternation in Mary Whitehouse and her cronies, JNT/Bidmead was a reaction against the perceived excesses of the Williams/Adams era.

Overall, the chapter is a fascinating read, I haven’t really covered the authors analysis of the production process or their section on the comparison between ‘Word for World is Forest’ and ‘Kinda’, but really the fascinating part of the chapter really was the contemporary commentary on it and the tensions during the production with the key players in the production and writing process. I naturally want to side with Bailey, but also have to admit there is some sense from the likes of Saward and Grimwade – they aren’t making a one-off adult drama or a play. Doctor Who affords the author a platform for his ideas and a fantasy world for these to play out in, but in return ‘Doctor Who’ is it’s own thing and any writer within that format should pay it it’s dues and respect the expectations of its audience. I’ll return to this theme in the review of ‘Snakedance’. My final thought on this chapter and on ‘Kinda’ as a whole is that it works precisely because it is a blend of both approaches – the new ideas of Bailey made more palatable for the audience as it moved through the production process.

Image of the Fendahl by Chris Boucher (1977)

Hungry. It were hungry for my soul.

There is something really rather wonderful about ‘Image of the Fendahl’, a sense of perverseness about its inception that really appeals to me. This arises from the fact that when faced with a direct order to tone down the horror and violence in the show, Robert Holmes instead decides to commission a script from his youthful protégé Chris Boucher, that is a horror film in all but name. It a horror story to the extent that Hammer could have quite easily made it and really the only thing they would have needed to have changed is the addition of a bit of gratuitous nudity on the part of the possessed Thea Ransome and a few scantily clad female locals for the coven to sacrifice. Commissioning this in 1977 is gloriously irresponsible, very Robert Holmes (sits back, lights pipe, laconically states ‘that’ll show those buggers on the 5th floor’) and whilst never really getting anywhere near to being as well made or as tense as anything in Season 14, which remember had only aired only earlier in the same year, I really rather like it. I just wish it had a little bit less of season 15 in there.

As it is, it is a rather thoughtful horror story, with a decent cast and an interesting set of characters. Albeit one that would have benefitted from the full-on season 14 treatment, a bit more money, Maloney directing, a more brooding performance from Tom, and the wooden TARDIS set – the standard one looks awful here. Chris Boucher writes Leela very well and Louise is as good as ever, but she is starting to get caught up in too many of Tom’s sometimes rather poor attempts at injecting humour at unfortunate moments. It isn’t too out of control here, but the TARDIS scenes are a bit woeful (‘TARDIS wonderful!) and it is still a fair drop off from season 14 standards. I can imagine Hinchcliffe popping his head around the corner and Tom quietly dropping the idea.

Returning to the story itself, if it is anything, it is a Nigel Kneale tribute band, it combines elements from a variety of sources, but most of them belong to Kneale. In the mix we have a combination of Kneale’s 1959 story ‘Quatermass and the Pit’ – the skulls of early hominids discovered at an archeological dig and development of humans earlier than thought. We also have elements of his tale of the exploration of a haunting by an electronics entrepreneur – Kneale’s 1972 play ‘The Stone Tape’ and the haunted wood with a fissure in time from ‘The Road’. For good measure Chris Boucher decides to throw in a dash of the more salacious – the Dennis Wheatley story ‘The Devil Rides Out’ (1968) with its black magic covens and pentagrams and adds in a monstrous gestalt creature from nightmare, that whilst a concept used for the creatures in ‘The Quatermass Experiment’ and to some degree ‘Quatermass II’, maybe owes more in execution to the work of Hp Lovecraft or in Thea transformed as the core, various other Hammer films – this aspect is pretty much a mainstay of their films.

Given all of this, I thought I would spend a bit of time and investigate the origins of the story further and that will be my next post.

“Doctor Who and the Pit’

No. It is part of the bone structure itself. I believe it to be a form of neural relay, and this is where the energy is stored. It is interesting, is it not, that for as long as man can remember, the pentagram has been a symbol for mystical energy and power.

A major part of the main concepts inherent in the story come from ‘Quatermass and the Pit’. We have the ancient skeletons of a human-like creatures, buried millions of years before they should have existed. The archeologists struggling to deal with the revelation that humans are far older than previously thought possible. We also have the manipulation of the human race for the purpose of an ancient alien race, Kneale’s striking use of race memory, a location named after an ancient name for a supernatural phenomenon (Hobbs Lane/Fetch Priory), a scientific instrument that is used to see into the past and the use of the ancient magical symbols – specifically the pentagram. In ‘Quatermass and the Pit’, this is marked inside the hull of space capsule discovered in the pit, in ‘Fendahl’ is is part of the structure of the skull. That is also the difference when it comes to where the energy of the threat is stored as well – the hull of the ship glowing and throbbing in ‘The Pit’, the glowing skull in this story. ‘Fendahl‘ feels like it maybe owes more to the Hammer film of the story – which is still an excellent, cerebral piece, despite the rather lurid film poster which rather over promises on the level of flesh on display (i.e. there is none).

From ‘The Stone Tape’, ‘Fendahl’ takes much of the setting – an old haunted country house and also the main protagonists. The Kneale play features the exploration of the supernatural (a ghostly apparition of a maid servant) using modern electronic equipment and computers, by an obsessive millionaire electronics entrepreneur, a competitor to Japanese electronics companies and also the sensitive female scientist at the heart of the disturbance. In the case of the ‘The Stone Tape’ this is Jane Asher’s character, Jill – the sole female in a very male world, who he is able to see the manifestation. She is brilliant like Thea, also empathetic and intuitive, but a good deal more overwrought and far less the calm and controlled scientist. The rest of the team in ‘The Stone Tape’ have a macho laddishness about them – deliberately so it has to be said. ‘Fendahl’ is an awful lot less masculine and testosterone filled and a good deal more watchable today, but the setup is very familiar if you watch ‘The Stone Tape’ for the first time and are already familiar with ‘Image of the Fendahl’.

From ‘The Road’ – Kneale’s lost 1963 play, ‘Fendahl’ takes the time fissure in the woods. The Kneale Play is set in mediveal England but there are unearthly sounds breaking through. If you don’t know how the play develops, I will leave you to find out for yourself and is it is worth discovering unspoilered. Let us just say that the ghosts are from the future, rather than the past. The TV story is long lost, but Toby Hadoke recently adapted it for BBC Radio and it is well worth a listen if you can find it.

In ‘Image of the Fendahl’, as with each of those Kneale plays, it is the melding of the supernatural, the ancient, the trappings of folk horror, melded with modern scientific investigation – the clash of the old and the new that is key. It works very well within ‘Doctor Who’ for those very reasons – a universe in which demons do exist but are alien species, where ghosts exist but are rather temporal phenomenom – from the past or future via a time fissure. Where the trappings and rituals of the occult are explained for rational reasons – the origins of throwing salt over the shoulder, the equivalent of the use of iron at the resolution of ‘Quatermass and the Pit’. Nigel Kneale might not have wanted to admit it, but in that regard his work and the world of ‘Doctor Who’ dovetail nicely. The Doctor is every bit the rational, scientific, moral force of the Professor, just rather less of someone struggling to grasp and understand new phenomena outside of the realms of human experience and instead bringing advanced knowledge and experience and a lot more flippancy. The Professor has to formulate his own hypothesis from historical research and scientific investigation, while the Doctor already knows the story of the Fendahl and thus completely short cuts the investigative aspect of the story, making it rather ‘Junior Quatermass and the Pit’ in the final analysis although that is no bad thing to be.

In my next posts I’ll take a look at the characters inhabiting the world of ‘Image of the Fendahl’ and finally the nature of the menace itself.

The scientists, the yokels and the ‘savage’

Given that it is a story with its roots clearly showing, it perhaps isn’t that surprising that ‘Image of the Fendahl‘ sometimes feels like something Boucher wanted to write for another medium, without the Doctor and Leela. I don’t know if that ever was the case – I suspect not, but a lot of effort goes into sketching the characters in this world, such that they could stand own their own outside of ‘Doctor Who’. They did once. When I was about 12, had just read the Quatermass script books and the Target book of “Image of the Fendahl‘ was a well-thumbed favourite of mine, I re-wrote the story as a school essay! I substituted the Doctor for a professor that I’d created, not a million miles from a certain professor that Chris Boucher had replaced for the Doctor in the first place. There’s rather a neat circular trail of plagiarism. My teacher’s comment – ‘this reads an awful lot like a ‘Doctor Who’ story!’. He obviously didn’t know the works of Nigel Kneale – Kneale would have been furious!

This is the case to such an extent, that at times the two leads are slight at an angle, tangential to the main story. They take a while to arrive in it and there is a slightly odd section of episode 3, when they head off in the TARDIS to see the missing 5th planet. This is a strange diversion in the narrative, it is something that can work as a tactic – Holmes uses it to great effect in ‘Pyramids of Mars‘ and ‘The Deadly Assassin‘, but here it just feels awkward and serves really to avoid the Doctor solving the plot too early, a case where tell not show would have worked fine and it doesn’t really advance the story.

The Doctor is on somewhat variable form here and odd amalgam of Hinchcliffe and Williams era Tom, that isn’t entirely coherent. The skull scene is a good example of this – Tom’s ad-libbed ‘Would you like a jelly baby? No, I don’t suppose you would. Alas, poor skull.’ falls flat, but then in old season 12-14 style he really sells the part where he is wracked in pain, his hand ‘glued’ to the glowing skull. Where Tom does come alive, is in his scenes with Daphne Heard as Martha Tyler – rather like his similar scenes with Amelia Ducat or Amelia Rumford, Tom really does work well with and eccentric old lady! However, his scenes with Louise Jameson often aren’t always that good. There is a very uncomfortable one in particular after Leela rescues him from the glowing skull and he falls on top of her – in retrospect this looks very much like wishful thinking on Tom’s part.

Louise on her part, gamely goes along with some of his nonsense for the remainder of season 15, but it rarely works that well. Louise herself is great as usual. Chris Boucher created the character and writes her very well. One bit of nonsense I rather liked – ‘Listen. I’m sure the Doctor can help you. Oh, he’s very difficult sometimes, but he has great knowledge and gentleness’, cue Tom angrily kicking something! Also another piece that they clearly worked out in rehearsal – where he cradles her head and then runs off dropping her head to the floor, she then gives him an exasperated look. Leela does get some good moments and she clearly has a thing for Adam Colby (or from the documentary possibly Louise has a thing for Edward Arthur) – kissing him on the way out of the story. I think it is fair to say though that once ‘Horror of Fang Rock’ is out of the way, the relationship between the two leads doesn’t work as well as we’ve become used to – the 2nd and Jamie, 3rd with Jo, 4th with Sarah, that is some run.

I think one of the issues, apart from the ‘issues’ between the actors or rather with Tom, is that Tom works better on the back foot or as slight underdog, it undercuts his domineering side. In the following season with the smarter Mark I Romana where it becomes a Katherine Hepburn/Spencer Tracy relationship, the power shifting to the companion or with Romana II as a smart partner in crime or when he is paired with the somewhat saintly Sarah – where he can’t really play up as he is the new boy and he is also completely disarmed by Lis Sladen. With Leela the relationship loses its way somewhat once Holmes/Hinchcliffe have left – that idea of the Professor Higgins/Eliza Doolittle mentoring aspect is lost, in it’s place, they almost just have to work it out themselves and it starts to feel slightly dysfunctional. The nadir is ‘Invasion of Time’ in that regard, where for valid plot reasons the Doctor treats her poorly for much of the story and then she is packed off with Andred, who isn’t exactly husband potential. Louise Jameson is terrific through all of this though.

Zipped up heads and potassium argon tests

Of the scientists, in some resects Adam Colby is the most interesting – I was drawn to the idea that his rather sarcastic, cynical sense of humour might mean that he is a representation of the author Chris Boucher, in much the same way that Chris Parsons clearly is of Douglas Adams. He has a nice line in rather odd putdowns and sayings:

You must think my head zips up the back.

I accept without reservation the results of your excellent potassium-argon test.

What are you, exactly? Some sort of wandering Armageddon peddler, hmm?

In equal parts charming and irritating. He also appears to be the only character who doesn’t realise he is in a horror film! Everyone else is playing their allocated part – the doomed female scientist, the cold Germanic psychopath and the vain millionaire, duped and conned into playing his role as victim. In a non ’Doctor Who’ version of this story Colby would likely be the hero, in this, despite being a brilliant scientist he is also the voice of the audience, expressing his incredulity at what is going on.

Of the rest, Thea is rather less well drawn, although pleasingly played by the wonderful Wanda Ventham. She starts to be possessed by the skull early in episode 1 and spends the final two episodes mute as the Fendahl core – the golden femme fatale at the centre of the horror. She is taken out of character a bit too soon, unlike say Jill in ‘The Stone Tape‘ or Barbara Judd in ‘Quatermass and the Pit‘. Wanda makes the most of what she does get in this and at least makes Thea memorable.

The Doctor asked if my name was real. Fendelman. Man of the Fendahl. Don’t you see? Only for this have the generations of my fathers lived. I have been used! You are being used! Mankind has been used!

Fendelman, well you assume is gong to be the villain of the piece – it is a nice feint in the story structure which leaves him as the patsy – his whole life a fiction, manipulated into serving the Fendahl and facilitating its rebirth.

Scott Fredericks is excellent as Stael – the rather cold, teutonic scientist, who descends into Aleister Crowley occult madness. Now he is someone who really knows he is in a horror film:

THEA: Max! Max, you’re a fool.
STAEL: I shall be a god.

It is never easy to die.

A place must be left for the one who kills.

Originally Steal was going to be seen at the end, gun in hand, about to commit suicide, but for obvious reasons after the Mary Whitehouse furore in season 14, this was cut.

The relationships between the scientists are very quickly sketched in, but the script and the performances work really hard in that short time to paint in their relationships and portray them as a bunch of people who have worked together for. a while.

Country Ways

Then we have the ‘the country folk’ – Martha Tyler and her son Jack. Daphne Heard is excellent as Mother Tyler, a sort of harder version of Miss Hawthorne from ‘The Daemons‘. Her son is also nicely sketched in and has nice relationship with Leela through the story. There is also a rather nice explanation of her ‘powers’, growing up near a ‘time fissure’, later reused by Mark Gatiss for Gwyneth in ‘The Unquiet Dead’.

MARTHA: I ain’t involved in anything. I were consulted. A lot of people consult me. You know I’ve got the second sight.
DOCTOR: Yes. So you’ve lived in this cottage all your life, haven’t you, Mrs Tyler.
MARTHA: Why should I tell ‘ee ought?
DOCTOR: Well, telepathy and precognition are normal in anyone whose childhood was spent near a time fissure, like the one in the wood.
TYLER: He’s as bad as she is. Here, what’s a time fissure?
DOCTOR: It’s a weakness in the fabric of space and time. Every haunted place has one, doesn’t it? That’s why they’re haunted. It’s a time distortion. This one must be very large. Large enough to have affected the place names round here. Like Fetchborough. Fetch. An apparition, hmm?

She is really there to provide the folk horror back story to contrast the alien/sci-fi aspects of the main narrative. Kneale utilises a number of similar narrative tricks using characters in his work – the policemen and old couple who remember the past cases of hauntings in the houses above the pit or the vicar who has records of exorcisms and the somewhat disturbed local man who used to visit the old house in his childhood with his mates to smash things up in ‘The Stone Tape‘. Without her character there wouldn’t be much to the coven/black magic strand of the story and as I said earlier, she works very well with Tom, for example in the scene where he wakes her from a coma by getting a fruit cake recipe wrong!

The final character is the rather grumpy Ted Moss – a council worker black magic occultist! he wouldn’t be out of place in ‘K9 and Company’, but he does get to deliver this cracker of a line:

LEELA: He came armed and silent.
DOCTOR: You must have been sent by Providence.
MOSS: No, I was sent by the Council to cut the verges.

Next up. The Fendahl is death, how do you kill death?

The Curious incident of the Dog in the Night Time

One thing I meant to mention when I talked about Adam Colby, was the curious case of Leakey, Colby’s Golden Labrador dog (‘you old bone hunter you’). Now some people have postulated that he was called Leaky, due to his territorial pissing. In reality it is Leakey with an e. Named after the Leakey family of archeologists, paleontologists and paleoanthropologists of the great rift valley of Kenya. Mainly Louis, Mary and Richard Leakey who between them discovered a number of very important early hominid skeletons and the site at Olduvai Gorge. It is intended to fit in thematically with the discovery of the skull of ‘Eustace’ in the same area in Kenya.

Richard Leakey was also head of the Kenyan Wildlife Service – which is the context I once very briefly met him in, at a lecture. His work in conservation and in particular his robust approach to anti-poaching patrols, won him few friends in Kenya and he subsequently lost both legs in a plane crash, suspected to be an act of sabotage.

I wonder what happened to Leakey, I don’t think we see him again after he discovers the body of the hiker. I do hope he was alright and some how escaped the direct continuum implosion to roam the fields and woodlands of Fetchborough, sniffing out bones!

The Fendahl is death. How do you kill death?

Hungry. It were hungry for my soul.

As a child, few ‘Doctor Who’ monsters captured my imagination quite so much as the Fendahl. Now that might sound surprising, but hear me out on this. This wasn’t especially from seeing the story on TV, although I did, but more through reading the Target novelisation afterwards. A creature that was death, something that you couldn’t kill. One that had evolved on a planet where evolution had gone down a blind alley and killed everything else, including members of its own species. One that had shaped and influenced the development of humans just to survive. It was really the first example, the final Quatermass story from 1979 being the other, of my attraction for ‘high concept’ ideas on TV, films and books. Something that would see me drawn to the works of Nigel Kneale, ‘The Prisoner’, 2001 and in the wider cultural context everything from Dennis Potter to Borges. The scares and the horror that pervade this story are delivered through the dialogue and the concepts, with only a few key visuals to support them – it is largely a psychological horror story for kids.

In this regard and perhaps rather mercifully, the Fendahleen creatures themselves are used quite sparingly in the TV serial. Their backstory though is drip fed through the story:

COLBY: Did you say that about twelve million years ago, on a nameless planet which no longer exists, evolution went up a blind alley?
DOCTOR: Yes.
COLBY: Natural selection turned back on itself and a creature evolved which prospered by absorbing the energy wavelengths of life itself?
DOCTOR: Mmm.
COLBY: It ate life? All life, including that of its own kind?
DOCTOR: Yes.

DOCTOR: The Fendahl is death. How do you kill death? No, what happened was this. The energy amassed by the Fendahl was stored in the skull and dissipated slowly as a biological transmutation field. Now, any appropriate lifeform that came within the field was altered so that it ultimately evolved into something suitable for the Fendahl to use.
COLBY: Are you saying that skull created man?
DOCTOR: No, I’m saying it may have effected his evolution.

DOCTOR: I think it’s the Fendahl. It grows and exists by death.
LEELA: Most creatures do. That is what you told me.
DOCTOR: The Fendahl absorbs the full spectrum of energy, what some people call a life force or soul. It eats life itself.

If the dialogue does most of the heavy lifting here, visually what sells the scares are the atmospheric point of view shots, as the creature moves in on the hiker and later the Doctor in the woods at night, the creature’s victims paralysed, rooted to the spot. That really is a nightmarish idea – a childhood bad dream. Or the shots of the creatures tail fluke and the trail of slime it leaves. When we actually the creature isn’t particularly brilliantly realised, but is very imaginative and if you search for images of Ragworm or especially King Ragworm, you will see the sort of look they were aiming for – some of them are absolutely terrifying. The creatures are killed by rock salt – one of Martha Tyler’s magical defences and the scientific explanation of how it affects the creatures mimics the use of the ancient magical defence of iron against the devil in ‘Quatermass’ and the Pit‘ – explained scientifically as it is used to earth the creature which has converted the mass of the ship into pure energy. Again this offers a scientific explanation for a folk superstition:

DOCTOR: Yes, sodium chloride. Obviously affects the conductivity, ruins the overall electrical balance and prevents control of localised disruption to the osmotic pressures.
LEELA: Salt kills it.
DOCTOR: I just said that. Probably the origin of throwing it over your shoulder.

The Fendahl itself is a gestalt – another favourite term of Nigel Kneale’s, used in ‘The Quatermass Experiment‘ and ‘Quatermass II’, used again in ‘Doctor Who’. in ‘Spearhead from Space‘ and the concept reused in ‘Ark in Space’. Conceptually, it is the group being greater than the sum of its parts – and comes from the German, used in an eponymous school of thinking by a number of early 20th century German psychologists and later a type of therapy. I always wondered whether his specific use of that term came from Kneale’s connection with Germany via his wife the children’s writer Judith Kerr, whose family had fled Nazi Germany.

Skull changed into a woman’s head and back again

The other aspect of the group creature being the core – in this case the transformed Thea Ransome. This is where most of the body horror of the piece comes into play, as Thea’s brain is restructured by her contact with the skull. Indeed, the glowing skull, merging with Thea, is one of the key, memorable images of the story. You could say it was burned into my own young brain in 1977.

There was a review of ‘Image of the Fendahl’ in an old DWM, where the writer quoted a piece of work by educationalist Cedric Cullingford on how children under 12 understand television, in which he argues in the case of ‘Doctor Who’ is in the form of ‘a series of clear images’ in amongst complex plot details. The children remembered what the images of what the Doctor, the TARDIS and K9 looked like and that the Doctor ‘fights monsters’. The thing that they remembered from the actual episode was basically the image of the skull glowing and something happening to Thea – the plot specifics and details were completely lost – ‘about a skeleton. Skull changed into a woman’s head and back again’ was the clearest of their recollections.

That this is also one of the final images of the episode is significant – the cliffhanger is the image that is left in the child’s mind. It was the image that was important, that lingered in memory the week after viewing it, the meaning only really important to older children and adults. And that is the way that I remember viewing the show as a child myself – it was the vivid images and cliffhangers that lingered, often the only way of working out what it all actually meant was reading the Target book a few years later when I was older and when I could re-read the difficult bits many rimes over and look up what they meant. From my childhood – well, yes I remember the glowing skull, in the same way that I remembered the Sea Devils rising from the sea or a giant spider hopping in Sarah’s back. It is an interesting way of looking at a ‘Doctor Who’ story – almost the opposite way that we look at that as adults – that the set-pieces and visual hooks are more important than a cohesive narrative or character or world building. Maybe we have got it completely wrong?

The story itself doesn’t linger long on the transformation of Thea or the coven coven members – it is horror rather than necessarily the body horror of her possession or transformation into the gold skinned goddess with staring eyes, that interest the author and the story doesn’t investigate this in the way that say ‘Ark in Space‘ or ‘Seeds of Doom‘ do. We don’t hear anything much from Thea herself about her condition or much from her colleagues or friends, it isn’t played as a primary aspect of the narrative as it would likely have been in say season 13 or 14.

Mythological horror

Another aspect that also sells the Fendahl as a menace is the Doctor’s reaction to them, they are built up as a horror from the Time Lord’s past. That sort of thing is ten a penny now (ancient Time Lord foes/weapons from the dark times etc.) – but at the time was quite novel and different. Even the Doctor himself seems scared, to the point of not thinking straight:

DOCTOR: I’ve got it. It is available in the Priory. The skull’s absorbing the energy released when the scanner beam damages the time fissure. Why didn’t I think of that before?
LEELA: Even you can’t think of everything.
DOCTOR: I can’t?
LEELA: No.
DOCTOR: No. Well, I should have thought it. I was frightened in childhood by a mythological horror.
LEELA: Oh.
DOCTOR: Too frightened to think clearly.

So there are two layers of folk horror mythology in this story. Firstly the stories of Grandma Tyler, the coven and the legends of the haunting of woods of Fetchborough and then those of the Doctor and his own people – the legend of the Fendahl, a creature whose potential was so great that the Time Lords placed a time loop around their planet to prevent them spreading to the rest of the universe. That is very clever, Terrance Dicks uses something similar in ‘State of Decay‘ – layering Time Lord mythology over middle-European folk tales of Vampires, with the e-space peasants a proxy for their earthly counterparts. We get both English and Time Lord Folk Horror for the price of one.

Whilst the ending of the story and the defeat of a menace that has been built up as incredibly dangerous, perhaps feels a bit perfunctory, the lengths they have to go to actually destroy the menace – trapping the core and the Fendahleen inside the imploding priory and having to drop the skull into the heart of a supernova, also help to sell the nature and scale of the menace. How do you kill death itself? Well, take all of that with a pinch of salt…

The Final image.

So we are left with a story that is often effective, though not without its issues and is to my mind a cut above anything else in season 15, bar the excellent ‘Horror of Fang Rock’. It is pretty well directed by George Spenton-Foster, especially the atmospheric scenes set in the woods at night in the mist or the pulsing glow of the skull attracting Thea or the Doctor, but without ever really getting near the best directed of classic stories. It isn’t the plunge into the abyss that some of the later stories in the season are in terms of production values, but sadly it is still a bit of a step down. In my head, there is a Hinchcliffe era version of the story which propels it into the top ranks of ‘Doctor Who’ stories, a better production, some of the rougher edges of the script smoothed and Tom’s ad-libbed contributions nipped in the bud a bit. As it is, it fuelled my childhood imagination and led partially at least to my love of the works of Nigel Kneale, which is no bad thing and as such, I will always have a place in my heart for it.

And, with regard to the TV series at least, this is the last we see of Chris Boucher. Which is a great shame. Robert Holmes made the mistake of recommending him instead of himself to the ‘Blake’s 7’ production team. And ‘Doctor Who’ lost its next script editor. Although maybe if he had taken the role, he would have ended up bludgeoning Tom Baker to death, so perhaps it is for the best! He returned to write a few novels of the BBC Books range – including ‘Corpse Marker‘, a sequel to ‘Robots of Death‘, but really I can’t help but feel that the show lost out on exploiting his talent more fully. His three scripts are never less than interesting and it would have been fascinating to see where his version of the show ended up, a very different place than season 15/16 I suspect. In that regard though, I wonder if in the climate of pressure from Mary Whitehouse and the star power that Tom Baker was starting to wield, whether his brand of smart SF, horror and a sarcastic, somewhat cynical world view would have worked.

Season 7 – A change of direction

One of the things that becomes apparent when watching season 7 after the black and white years, is just how good the direction is. It is brilliant by classic ‘Doctor Who’ standards – the show has a real sense of pace and urgency, of dramatic tension, a mix of interesting shots and with great action sequences and really effective cliffhangers. It could be argued that the line up of directors for season 7 is never really beaten in the classic run of the show and all are at the top of their game.

An upward trajectory

The standard of direction in the show had already been on a bit of an upward trajectory since around season 5, but this season takes it to a new level. We had already had Douglas Camfield raise the bar of what the show could achieve in ‘Web of Fear’ and ‘The Invasion’. Likewise, Michael Fergusson had shown promise on ‘Seeds of Death’ in season 6. In that same season, we also had good work from David Maloney on ‘Mind Robber’ and ‘The War Games’ and he would go on to contribute better things in later seasons. It also looks like Hugh David did a great job on ‘Fury from the Deep’ in season 5, but that’s difficult to confirm without seeing more moving images.  However, all of this reaches a peak in season 7, where we had Derek Martinus’ very stylish, filmic work on ‘Spearhead from Space’, Camfield and Fergusson back and finally, Timothy Combe’s work on ‘The Silurians’ . And it really does make a huge difference to the quality of the show.

Derek Martinus

I had already waxed lyrical about Derek Martinus’s direction in my review of ‘Spearhead from Space’. It is a very dynamic, with hand held shots right in the faces of the Brigadier and Liz as they are surrounded by the press or the tracking shots following the Brigadier and Liz or Captain Munro. Or the brilliant shots as the jeep swerves to avoid an Auton in the road and the rather bloody aftermath. Or the Autons killing commuters early in the morning at Ealing Broadway. It is a shame it was his final work on the show, I’m not sure if there was a specific reason why. He carried on directing for series like ‘Z-Cars‘ and ‘Blake’s 7‘ for the BBC, but also worked in Scandinavia (his wife was Swedish) and in the theatre, often directing Strindberg plays – which was his true love.

Timothy Combe

Timothy Combe is another good addition to the show. There are some brilliant shots in ‘The Silurians’ – POV shots from the Silurian perspective or emerging from the cave entrance into the sun, the high shots of the search of the moorland, the creature in the barn and the brilliant, almost documentary style work on the effects of the disease outbreak in London, Masters dying and the police arriving too late at the station as the passengers and ticket collector collapse. In that piece we even follow the ambulance into the station – camera strapped to the roof, siren blazing and light flashing. It is a very confident piece of work, his direction of the action sequences in ‘Mind of Evil’ confirm his talent, particularly the shots of the UNIT troops storming the prison. It is such shame he didn’t get to direct more stories after that – apparently Barry Letts declined to invite him back after going over budget on his last story. In the documentary on the DVD’s and in other interviews you can tell how much that saddened him, he still sounds hurt about it now. He left directing in the late 70’s to become an agent.

Michael Ferguson

Michael Ferguson’s work on ‘Ambassadors of Death’ is some of the best direction in the history of the show to my mind – up there with Douglas Camfield in terms of the 60’s/70’s. Even back in ‘Seeds of Death’ the shots of the warrior on Hampstead Heath are excellent – lumbering out the sun, something he uses to great effect with the space-suited ambassadors.  Ferguson again went over budget in ‘Ambassadors‘, but went on to direct ‘Claws of Axos’ the following season. The quote about him only doing his job when pushing the action sequence to the maximum, whilst it being Barry’s job as producer to restrain him, sadly would become the model after this season. Terrance had worked out a cheap sequence for the hijack of the space capsule – which lets be honest would have been a bit shit – instead we get a helicopter attack with gas guns and stuntmen everywhere. Obviously it makes sense to write within your budget, but the show sometimes suffers as a result – those action sequences and the work by Ferguson and the HAVOC team really add a huge amount to the story. Ferguson had a long and successful career after ‘Doctor Who’, directing and then later producing shows like ‘Eastenders‘, ‘Casualty’ and ‘The Bill‘.

Douglas Camfield

Douglas Camfield, what can I say – he is the best of the 60’s,/70’s directors – he does this consistently over a longer run of shows than his season 7 contemporaries. Like Ferguson, he directs things with a kinetic energy and pace, the scenes sing – you feel like this is a director who understands what is required for the medium. He can deliver action sequences, but also the character work as well. I wrote a fair amount about him in my review of ‘Web of Fear‘ and I will be returning again to his work when I review season 13 soon. His location work for ‘Inferno’ though is typically taught and action packed, with HAVOC providing the fight sequences and high falls from the gasometers. Camfield was back in a bleak industrial setting, rather like the sequences at the IE plant in ‘The Invasion‘ and the darkness of the fortress in ‘Web of Fear‘. It just sits his style somehow.

I am ashamed to say that when I met him as a very young fan in the early 80’s I didn’t really know who he was. There are questions I’d love to ask him now – as he had a hand in most of my favourite stories from the classic era and did some great work outside of the show. While directing ‘Inferno‘, he unfortunately he had a heart attack during the studio sessions for the story (the location work was complete) and Barry Letts had to take over. He seems to have gone back to work fairly quickly afterwards, but it would be 5 years before he would direct another ‘Doctor Who’ story – apparently his wife made him promise not to do any more after ‘Seeds of Doom’, such was the strain the show caused him, he died in 1984 aged just 54.

All four of these directors had already had a long association with the show – they had worked from the start as Production Assistants and Assistant Floor Managers or directors in the Hartnell years. Camfield worked with Waris Hussain on the first story and ‘Marco Polo’ and then directed from ‘Planet of the Giants‘ onwards – ‘The Crusade‘, ‘Time Meddler‘, ‘Daleks’ Master Plan‘, ‘Web of Fear‘ and ‘The Invasion‘ . Michael Ferguson worked as Assistant Floor Manager on ‘The Daleks’ and  Timothy Combe the same role or Production Assistant on ‘Keys of Marinus’, ‘Reign of Terror’ and ‘Evil of the Daleks’. Derek Martinus had directed as early as ‘Galaxy 4’ and gone on to ‘Evil of the Daleks‘ and ‘The Ice Warriors‘, so they all had quite a bit of experience of how the show worked. They were also all directors who seemed to understand action/adventure – Camfield went on to direct the like of ‘The Sweeney‘ and “The Professionals’ – a world away from the directors who played it safe and delivered within the multi-camera world of the BBC. As a result the season feels like a melding of the world of ITC or the action-orientated thriller series and traditional ‘Doctor Who’ and is all the better for it.

The sterling action work this season, is something rather lost with these directors/ Michael E Briant does some great work on ‘Colony in Space’, ‘The Sea Devils’ and especially episode 1 of ‘Death to the Daleks’, however the UNIT stories are conspicuously lacking in this regard until Camfield returns in ‘Terror of the Zygons’. All of which is a shame as it is a feature of the era and they have a stunt team on hand to really improve this aspect of the show, just not really the directors to take advantage of it. I occasionally like to think of a Camfield or Ferguson directed version of ‘Planet of the Spiders’ – lets be honest, it is light years better isn’t it?

And on that point, unfortunately, the sheer quality of direction in season 7 (and some of season 6), really highlights the drop in quality in this regard, really from season 8 onwards. It is very noticeable, with a few exceptions. Directing (and writing) certain stories keeps Barry Letts happy and fulfilled – great, he’s a brilliant producer. However, as a director his work isn’t really in the same league as the season 7 directors. We also have the quite variable work of the likes of Paul Bernard and Lennie Mayne etc. I’m sure they all delivered on time/budget and were consistent, but it is all just a bit average really.

The loss of Camfield can’t be helped – he was ill with a life-threatening condition. However, losing Combe, Martinus and Fergusson could possibly have been avoided. Sure, both Fergusson (‘Ambassadors’ ) and Combe (‘Mind of Evil’) went over budget – but so what – the show really benefitted from what they did – get a budget increase. It isn’t a light entertainment series, more sequences on film and better directors make such a difference. Instead what we got was more video and cheap looking CSO. Albeit for different reasons, this is bit like JNT losing his best director in Peter Grimwade and instead endlessly employing Ron Jones and Peter Moffat. Everything on time and budget, without tensions – but the show really suffers as a result. Season 8-11 aren’t quite in that class in terms of lack of aptitude for the medium, but there is a real, noticeable drop off in the quality of the direction. Instead we get lots of consistent 8/10 stories when they could have been 9 or 10 with better direction. Another reason why season 7 feels like an opportunity that isn’t fully capitalised on.

Spray of Death – Robert Holmes and the writeness of ‘wrong’

Sylvia, will you check Mister McDermott’s entitlement on termination of employment, please?

There is a shift that happens in the writing of Robert Holmes which starts with ‘Spearhead from Space’, but becomes really apparent in ‘Terror of the Autons’ – a mining of horrific, macabre concepts and dark set piece moments, but one that is combined with a dark, almost cynical humour. It almost has a gleefulness in its own sense of irresponsibility, of wrongnesss, something that I think chimes with young minds and feels like it dovetails nicely with the work of others across generations – the Brothers Grimm or Roald Dahl for example. A real sense of the grotesque. There is no real sense that this might happen in his scripts for ‘The Krotons’ or ‘The Space Pirates’, which are largely free of horror or scares or that much else of interest to be honest. It is what Holmes’ did next that would revolutionise ‘Doctor Who’ for a generation, when it would become teatime horror stories for us tots.

“I don’t do domestic

Sometime, while conceiving ‘Terror of the Autons’, Robert Holmes discovers a formula that is so spectacularly right for ‘Doctor Who’ that we think it is used far more frequently than it actually is. If anything, it works too well, and he and the production team learn a lesson from the furore that follows the story, one that leads them to promptly abandon the approach for good. That idea – finding horror in the domestic, in normal lives and every day objects was deemed far too much for their young audience. It is an approach that is only really picked up again when Russell T Davies revives the show, but in the early 1970’s it means that even as the Doctor is exiled to earth, he largely sticks to the adult worlds of research centres and military bases so beloved of the era. It is somewhat ironic that Holmes discovers this on the watch of Barry Letts, in a story that Letts even directed – Barry, that most responsible, sensible and reasonable of men. And yet it was he who shot those gleeful scenes of plastic killer policemen and living plastic chairs that swallow their occupants whole.

Luckily for us though, Holmes is a writer with many strings to his bow – not just horror, but satire, world-building, politics, character and rich, ripe dialogue and although he later returned to the horror, particularly when freed of the constraints imposed by Terrance and Barry, he relocated it to the ‘safer’ more remote worlds of gothic mansions, of history or planets in the far future. But the home, the home was safe from attack, at least until the comedy wheelie bin in ‘Rose’ hoves into view. The next time Holmes and Letts collaborated, it would be in the much safer sci-fi world of ‘Carnival of Monsters’ – what horror and violence there were, confined to the fantasy worlds of the miniscope, far from the exerience of us impressionable kids.

When I think of him now, it is very much Holmes’ trangressive, anti-authoritarian heart that stands out. I imagine him, laconically puffing on his pipe, as he imagines all the ways in which he is going to ‘scare the little buggers to death’. To that aim, across this story we see a myriad of deaths, each more bizarre and unsettling – and domestic. Its aim is to scare children. It is as simple as that. Sure, he uses the story to also rail against a sea of 70s plastic crap that he hated – those blow up chairs and bean bags his tall, angular, frame struggled with at parties in 70’s homes, those hideous plastic troll dolls, popular for some unaccountable reason in the early 70’s, of trimphones or plastic flowers given away with soap powder. But at the heart of it is something quite wrong, something that the authority figures of any well-adjusted civil society – parents, education, government, religion would surely think was a bad thing – scaring young children. ‘Terror of the Autons’, despite the cosy world of UNIT it ushers in, feels like a child’s nightmare, a colourful cheese induced, grotesque dream – simultaneously bright, overlit, ridiculously colourful, but bent horribly out of shape and twisted into a weird macabre hybrid of styles. A feeling reinforced by the disturbing, off-kilter, electronic score.

So, why then did I love it when I was a small child, why did stories like ‘Terror of the Autons’ make me a fan of the show for life? I’m a good citizen, I’m not violent on any way. I don’t commit crimes, I pay my taxes, have pensions, a steady job, I’m happily married, I don’t even like horror as a genre. So, why do I find something that is clearly ‘wrong’, so right?

That idea of transgression, of enjoying something that we really shouldn’t – of the inappropriate, of finding bad things happening to other people thrilling or funny is rather out of favour. Killed off by the progressive, rather than reactionary elements in society, which would be very surprising from a 1970’s perspective, where imposing your own morality on TV and film was very much a conservative, religious, right wing pursuit. I won’t dwell on the reasons why things have changed, they don’t especially interest me, I’ve lived through the changes and understand the reasons and the steps taken to get to where we are now. Instead I wanted to examine what it was that made this so enjoyable, how watching something that was ‘wrong’ and ‘unwholesome’ was so right. There is an aspect to this story, where comedy and the horror are so close in conception – two sides of a coin – and Holmes, I think, mines both of these expertly. The deaths in this story are horrific, but simultaneously also quite funny. I come from the time that gave us ‘Terror of the Autons’ and all of those other Holmes stories that push things far too far, that ‘wrongness’ of enjoying something that is inappropriate is something that I’ve never really thought about much. These stories aren’t even a guilty pleasure for me – just a unapologetic pleasure, they are hard-wired into me – weirdly also my ‘happy place’ in times of stress. That can’t be right can it?

When I did stop to think about this, I actually began to examine it in a comedy context and appropriately enough, via the work of a future showrunner and writer. Steven Moffat, in his earlier life as a comedy writer, finds humour in this very very idea – the laugh in a completely inappropriate context – the ‘Giggleloop’ in an epsiode of his 90’s sitcom ‘Coupling’. Thinking, say during a minute’s silence at a funeral, just how inappopriate it would be to laugh at this point, then having planted that idea in your head, your brain goes into an escalating loop, such that it is impossble to actually stop yourself from laughing for real. You know it is wrong, but you laugh anyway. That crossover between the horror and comedy in an inappopriate context is also a key component of say, the work of Mark Gatiss and his friends in ‘The League of Gentlemen’. It takes inspiration from many sources – but it feels like the work of Robert Holmes (or Nigel Kneale for that matter) pushed much further into an adult world – mining the comedy of horror and the horror innate in inapproriate comedy. That wasn’t the world that Holmes is operating in though. I know a lot of what Robert Holmes wrote for me as a youngster is wrong – wrong for the audience, wrong for the timeslot, but the wrongness of it is just right, I love it, it makes smile, it made me happy and still does.

I often liken Holmes to Nigel Kneale – they are similar in their output and outlook in some ways – anti-authority, slightly cynical, the lyrical use of language and a brilliant instinct for the scare. Kneale is a more spikey, difficult figure than the more laconic Holmes, but they are my two favourite TV writers really. And yet Kneale hated this – he really thought that what ‘Doctor Who’ did to children – that the scares it invoked were completely wrong and irresponsible. That coming from a man who had terrified a nation with his work. I think he regarded ‘Doctor Who’ as purely a children’s show. And yet the irony is, that almost every contemporary fan of Kneale’s work, comes to it via Robert Holmes. They had much more in common than Kneale ever thought.

Kneale would have hated Mary Whitehouse and yet agreed with her about ‘Doctor Who’. What those opposing the use of horror and violence in the show never really stopped to properly consider was what the young audience thought of it. We loved it. It was a peek into a world that we shouldn’t be seeing, an adult world, this was no Children’s TV production of Victorian posh kids and a wardrobe or magic garden. This was adult characters in an adult world, getting shot or blown up or melted or transformed into monstrous creatures. It was meant for us and yet no real quarter was given to the fact that we were so young – the ‘hiding behind the sofa’ was real – we really did that, we so much wanted to watch and yet we barely could through our fingers or a position of safety in our front room. It was perhaps this violation of that place of safety – with thoughts of killer dolls or telephones that did for ‘Terror of the Autons’, it broke the fourth wall and let in horror.

But what did it do to us in the long run? Well I’d argue nothing much really. At worst ‘Doctor Who’ fans grew up to be pernickity, argumentative, ‘too clever for their own good’ pedants inhabiting internet fora! They haven’t destroyed the world or hurt other people or designed killer furniture. Quite the opposite. The worst thing it did for us, was make us slaves to this programme for life. If anything, the worst dammage it has done to me is in regard to my finances. Just how many copies of ‘Spearhead from Space’ and ‘Terror of the Autons’ do I now own? Multiple books, audio books, VHS, DVD and now Blu-Ray’s.

So, I sit here now watching my newly minted Season 8 blu-ray, watching McDemott smothered once again by a tar black plastic chair, it flowing over his suffocated corpse. Or a hideous (newly CGI) plastic doll strangle Farrel Snr to death or a plastic film coating Jo’s mouth, threatening to suffocate her. I know now, as I did then, that all these things are wrong, but they are simultaneously very scary and very funny. And very, very Robert Holmes. So, wherever you are big man, may your pipe be full, your imagination be full of nightmarish, ghoulish horrors and well, thanks for everything. You still continue to thrill, excite and make me laugh and anyone who want to tell me that is wrong is welcome to come around to mine and sit in this shiny black, plastic chair that I’ve just bought and explain why.

I come to praise Terry Nation, not to bury him…

I’ve heard it said that ‘Terry Nation was a lazy, hack writer who re-cycled the same ideas, a stale set of clichés.’. Fandom these days seems determined to denigrate his role in the development of the show and his capabilities as a writer. All of which I think is a stale, clichéd and lazy piece of criticism in its own right. It is dull and uninteresting in my view and I’ve heard it recycled so many times. I could apply it to plenty of other ‘Doctor Who’ writers who also rely on a set of familiar plot twists, techniques, tricks and tropes, some of whom are similarly very successful in their own right. I won’t list them here because that would be lazy and reductive too. All writers have a finite range and ‘Doctor Who’ burns up imagination every week. So instead, why not ask why he was re-commissioned by successive regimes, how he created some of the most iconic TV of the 60’s and 70’s and why his work was beloved by generations? He isn’t my favourite Doctor Who writer – but I find the on-going narrative about him quite tedious and so if no one else will do this, I’ll stick my neck out to avoid this being a consensus, even if this might be unpopular.

Verity Lambert commissioned Nation 5 times. Barry Letts and Terrance Dicks commissioned him 3 times, if you include Genesis. Philip Hinchcliffe and Robert Holmes commissioned him again. Why? They didn’t need to. They are all bright intelligent people (the best classic show has to offer) and who, in terms of audience, oversaw three golden periods of the show. Well because as with any other writer that was repeatedly commissioned, they knew exactly what Terry Nation offered and wanted that in the seasons they were planning. He delivered, usually with the minimum of fuss, exciting action adventure scripts that fitted the brief, thrilled children and adults alike and just worked as Doctor Who stories. What Terrance Dicks referred to as ‘good, strong Terry Nation stuff’ – in other words he delivered exactly what they were asking him to provide.

Unlike some other writers, his work generally needed little re-writing, just some prompting – things like remembering to include more female characters and to actually give them something to do. Although he often gives the female leads good material and both Survivors and Blake’s 7 both have terrific female characters. Or in the case of ‘Genesis’ being reminded to produce something new and different. So what, he needed challenging to produce his best work? That applies to plenty of other writers too (most I suspect) and it is part of the role of the producer/script editor or showrunner now to do that. They do it every week and where it doesn’t work the script is cancelled or re-written. RTD and Steven Moffat both substantially re-wrote other writers work – script editors from Donald Tosh to Terrance Dicks and Robert Holmes all did the same – it’s the job. Those original writers have effectively taken credit for scenes or ideas that were not their own. A bit of prompting isn’t that unusual. It makes me laugh when people assume that ‘Genesis’ is substantially Robert Holmes’s work just because they just happen to like that one and it doesn’t fit their narrative about Nation. Now I love Bob Holmes and his work, but ‘Genesis’ is about as Terry Nation as they come. Holmes’s script input was minimal – at a time when he had to do page one re-writes of ‘Ark in Space’, ‘Revenge of the Cybermen’ and ‘Pyramids of Mars’ – all originally written by very experienced TV writers.

‘Doctor Who’ was simply built on the work of Terry Nation, it becomes the show it is today because of him, he re-tooled it as a family action adventure show, where the Doctor stands up to and defeats the evil oppressors – that isn’t in An Unearthly Child, Edge of Destruction, Marco Polo, The Aztecs, Reign of Terror etc. – it is in Nation’s scripts. Unfashionable as this is, the show was re-created in his image – from an educational family show illustrating scientific concepts or history to an adventure series, where the Doctor is a moral force for good, standing up for the oppressed against the aggressors – a hero. From the moment the Doctor confronts the Dalek on the banks of the Thames – the Daleks give us their mission statement and in return the Doctor gives us his.

Much as I love The Massacre or The Aztecs (more than any Nation story bar Genesis), that isn’t what got the show to 57 years and counting and a British TV legend – Terry Nation did. And he does it all without ever being in charge of the show – he isn’t script editor or producer or showrunner – he is just a jobbing writer – but within 2 scripts he utterly changes the show and ensures its longevity. The weight of those stories bends the shape of the programme around them. Name me another writer who even approaches that level of influence on the core of the show – the closest I could come up with is David Whitaker – but only because he commissioned Nation to write ‘The Daleks’.

I also find the idea that Nation wasn’t really responsible for the success of the Daleks slightly ludicrous, along with ‘the other people write for them better or understand them better than he does’ narrative. That last one reminds me of the oft repeated opinion on Bob Dylan, about singing his own songs. The Dalek’s success is founded I think on 4 pillars – that they are the first, that the design is great, that the voice is scary, unique and easily imitated and that there is a great core central idea at the heart of the Daleks. That is right there in Terry Nation’s writing and not just his description of them, which does list the key design elements (‘Four hideous machine creatures.They are legless, moving on a round base. They have no human features. A lens on a flexible shaft. Arms with mechanical grips for hands. The creatures hold strange weapons in their ‘hands’. One of them glides forward. It speaks with an echoing mechanical voice They make a hissing noise as they fire. The picture goes negative’) . They are the people who retreated to an armoured casing to survive a nuclear war, mutating horribly in the process and now hate the rest of the universe and anything unlike them. They aren’t just simple robots – the concept has depth and contemporary resonance. The strength of that central idea is the thing they have in common with ‘Doctor Who’s other two biggest, most popular monsters – the Cybermen (again about what is given up in the pursuit of survival) and the Weeping Angels and that comes as much from the writing as their depiction on screen.

It wouldn’t work without the other design elements, but to ignore the writing in my opinion is just utter nonsense. As for other writers, sure Whittaker does a brilliant job of doing something different with them – he is a different writer than Nation so he would – he’s also a bloody good writer in his own right. By the end of the 70’s though we don’t have much of a sample size for other writers writing the Daleks – Dennis Spooner doing some episodes of Master Plan (the not very good ones mostly), the two Troughton Whitaker stories (one of which was rewritten anyway) and Louis Marks doing ‘Day of the Daleks’ (the consensus of which seems to be that he doesn’t quite get the Daleks right anyway and they were a late addition to his existing script). In comparison we have 8 (9 if you count Mission to the Unknown separately) Nation Dalek stories and a very large number of individual episodes, as quite a few were 6 or more episode stories. So, does it boil down to the fact that David Whitaker is a good writer who writes well for the Daleks at a time after the Daleks have already become a national institution while Nation was writing them?

Ultimately, it is as simple as this, without Terry Nation the show possibly doesn’t get to a full first season and probably doesn’t get a second. Read the script of ‘Masters of Luxor‘ if you don’t believe that. He created the version of the show as we know it. Whether you like that or not.

Planet of the Daleks by Terry Nation (1973)

Somewhere on this planet there are ten thousand Daleks!

It is 1973, it is the 10th anniversary of ‘Doctor Who’. It is also the 10th anniversary of the creatures that gave ‘Doctor Who’ it’s longevity. Oh and the writer who pretty much defined what ‘Doctor Who’ would become. So, it is only fitting that the Daleks should be invited to the party, along with the writer who created them.

If in a lab you could take all of the elements that make up 60’s and 70’s Doctor Who and run them through a distillation process and produce a pure essence of classic ‘Doctor Who’ –what would come out of the end of that process would be something very similar to ‘Planet of the Daleks’. It is possibly the most Doctor Who-ish story ever. I can’t think of a story that epitomises classic ‘Doctor Who’ more than this one. The Doctor and his plucky assistant land on a dangerous alien planet, in a jungle filled with deadly plants and creatures, they are separated, find help from both the locals and the ‘rebels’. The rebels don’t really want to fight, but things are so desperate they embark in what is a suicide mission in a rickety spaceship. There are ventilation shafts, tunnels, a daring escape up a lift shaft using a makeshift parachute, invisible Daleks, Daleks on anti-grav discs, a gold Dalek supreme and a really nice feint or change of direction, we think it is about the Daleks simply experimenting on the locals to be able to master invisibility, but that switches to a Dalek army waiting for the war from the previous story frozen underground.

If in 10 years-time, Steven Moffat or RTD came back to write for the show as a one-off – I’d want the full-on Moffaty/RTD experience. Pull out all the tricks – show us what we’ve missed and that’s we get here from Terry Nation. Rather than in a rut – he is actually about to embark on a renaissance – ‘Genesis of the Daleks’, ‘Survivors’ and the first season of ‘Blakes’s 7’ – but that doesn’t fit the narrative. All because of a Terrance Dicks convention anecdote, which he repeated ad nauseum on every DVD documentary and commentary track. You know that story, the one about Terry Nation repeating himself, you know the one that it’s endlessly repeated, by someone who repeatedly reused his own plot elements. Much as I love Terrance, he wasn’t exactly immune to this himself – take a look at ‘The Eight Doctors’ or any if those other books where he reused elements from ‘The War Games’ or ‘State of Decay’ if you don’t agree. He also uses the anecdote affectionately and it is clear that he enjoyed working with Nation – using the other repeated phrase ‘good strong Terry Nation stuff‘ about his work.

So why do I like ‘Planet of the Daleks’? Well for all of those reasons really. I also think that David Maloney does a pretty good job of directing it, the regulars are on good form – particularly Katy Manning who is terrific and Jo gets some great stuff to do in this one – almost having a complete adventure on her own for much of it. But he can’t write for women apparently – despite Susan getting similarly good stuff in ‘The Daleks’ or Jenny and Barbara in ‘Dalek Invasion of Earth’ – or the female characters of Blakes 7 (Jenna, Cally, Servalan) or in particular ‘Survivors’ – Abby Grant being one of the strongest female roles in anything I can remember from the 70’s .

The guest cast are also pretty good – particularly perennial Maloney favourite Bernard Horsfall as Taron and Tim Preece as Codal and well the rest are fine – even Prentis Hancock as the annoying Vaber (he’s supposed to be) is just about bearable .The Thals do a pretty good job of balancing the fact that they feel they really have to do this, that the situation is desperate enough for them to give up their lives on this mission, but that they really don’t want to be there and really don’t want to fight. I find a rather lovely symmetry between this and ‘The Daleks’, in that in the original Dalek story we have the Doctor encouraging them to fight for almost entirely selfish reasons and in this we have the converse – the Doctor warning about the potential impact that returning heroes can have on other generations and the ‘glamour’ of war encouraging other generations to fight – he is urging them now to be peaceful, showing how far he has changed as well. I also like that this one mentions Ian, Barbara and Susan and that the events of ‘The Daleks’ are now part of Thal legend. In the programme’s TV history this is 10 years later and is one of the few times – ‘The Three Doctors’ being another in this tenth anniversary year – that says that this is all part of one story. It is a sign of the show developing its own mythology.

I’ve also seen the science questioned, but if you think icecanoes (cryo volcanoes) are preposterous, look up Enceladus:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/space/solarsystem/solar_system_highlights/cryovolcano

https://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/cassini/whycassini/cassini20101214.html

https://www.nasa.gov/jpl/cassini/enceladus-pia18071

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cryovolcano

Nation wouldn’t have known anything about this, but it isn’t too great a stretch of the imagination or scientific plausibility to imagine natural phenomena that would involve plumes of a substance other than magma being emitted from the geology of another planet.

So what else – well rather than boring or a simple rehash – I find it an exciting, incident packed story – especially a rarity for a Pertwee 6-parter. It is very much a war story – the band of resistance fighters on enemy territory journeying to their objective against overwhelming odds to plant their bombs against the military aggressors. It is ‘The Guns of Naverone’,Where Eagles Dare’ or ‘The Heroes of Telemark’. Along the way there are sacrifices to be made, heroism and lessons on bravery. When the pace should drop, Nation throws in the news of the massive Dalek army on Spiridon and the second group of Thals arrive, then again he drops in the deadly bacteria the Dales are cultivating and then again he raises it as the Dalek Supreme lands, ruthlessly destroys the Dalek commander and takes control.

He instinctively knows that with a 6-parter this raising of the stakes and threat is required to avoid the middle-episode holding pattern that other similar length stories are prone to. This isn’t ‘Resurrection of the Daleks’, where they just keep adding new unrelated plot strands, it is a raising of the stakes of the existing one. Nation doesn’t let the pace drop and when he has to resort to escape and re-capture – well, action adventure and jeopardy is his thing and in my opinion he does it a lot better than for example Mac Hulke – the escape up the lift-shaft in a makeshift parachute being a prime example. He also matches Hulke in at least making ‘we’re stuck in a cell’ interesting – the conversation with Codal on bravery and war for example.

CODAL: Why didn’t they kill us straight away, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Oh, I expect they’re saving us for interrogation. They’ll want to know what we’re doing on this planet. You know, what you did back there, leading the searchers away from us, was very courageous.
CODAL: I just didn’t give myself time to think. If I had, I certainly wouldn’t have taken the risk.
DOCTOR: Oh, I don’t know. I think you’re doing yourself rather an injustice there. If you hadn’t acted the way you did, we’d have all been captured. They give medals for that sort of bravery.
CODAL: Bravery? I’ve been terrified ever since I landed on this planet. It’s different for Taron and Vaber, they’re professionals. They’ve seen action before.
DOCTOR: And do you think they’re any the less brave because of that?
CODAL: They know how to deal with fear. They’re used to living close to death. I’m not. I’m a scientist, not an adventurer.
DOCTOR: Well, forgive me if I’m wrong, but aren’t you a volunteer?
CODAL: Yes.
DOCTOR: Then you must have known what you were getting into?
CODAL: No. None of us did. We’re not a warlike people, Doctor. We’ve only just developed space flight. No one had attempted a voyage of this length before, but every man and woman from my division volunteered. Over six hundred of them. You see, I didn’t even have the courage to be the odd man out. What are you laughing at?
DOCTOR: Ah, you, my friend. You may be a very brilliant scientist but you have very little understanding of people, particularly yourself. Courage isn’t just a matter of not being frightened, you know.
CODAL: What is it, then?
DOCTOR: It’s being afraid and doing what you have to do anyway, just as you did.

I like way that the Doctor takes Codal under his wing, encourages the young scientist, much as he once did Jo, who is now off having her own adventure with Wester and then Latep. It starts her journey towards leaving the Doctor in ‘The Green Death’. It is the section about the Thals and their courage that I really like. I also like the follow up – again this is not just a Pertwee ‘moment of charm‘ – it is a core value of the programme and a message from a generation of writers who grew up during the war and watched the men who fought returning home afterwards:

CODAL: You’ve done a lot for me, Doctor. Thank you.
CODAL: Thank you.
TARON: Doctor, we’d never have succeeded without all your help. I wish there was some way of thanking you.
DOCTOR: As a matter of fact, there is.
REBEC: Yes, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Throughout history, you Thals have always been known as one of the most peace loving peoples in the galaxy.
TARON: I hope we always will be.
DOCTOR: Yes, well that’s what I mean. When you get back to Skaro, you’ll all be national heroes. Everybody will want to hear about your adventures.
TARON: Of course.
DOCTOR: So be careful how you tell that story, will you? Don’t glamorise it. Don’t make war sound like an exciting and thrilling game.
TARON: I understand.
DOCTOR: Tell them about the members of your mission that will not be returning, like Maro and Vaber and Marat. Tell them about the fear, otherwise your people might relish the idea of war. We don’t want that.

If any of that doesn’t grab you, surely there is at least a laugh to be had about Jo being ‘Infected by the fungoids’? No? Please yourselves.

So, for me ‘Planet of the Daleks’ isn’t lazy or boring or a rehash of a 60’s Dalek story– it is the pure essence of the show. I find confusing the level of criticism aimed at something that is almost too good at being the thing it’s critics love. Is that it – is it too pure, too ‘on the nose’, too good at being Doctor Who – such that it appears derivative of itself? Do you need something else thrown into the mix, something more off-kilter or dystopian to enjoy this as a grown up? To make you feel better about liking a children’s show aged however old you are? This is ‘Doctor Who’ that the not-we think of (or at least thought of back in the 70’s) – Doctor Who versus the Daleks on an alien jungle world – whether we like it or not. Personally, I loved it as a 5 year old, liked it as a 25 year old when it was repeated and I still like it now – I’ve just finished it again, not sure how many times I’ve seen it now or read the Target book. But really, I love it because it is Doctor Who and the Daleks in an exciting, colourful adventure that I could watch and enjoy any rainy bank holiday or that would cheer me up if I was off work with a cold or just down in the dumps and feeling blue – sometimes that is enough for me.

There you go an impassioned defence of a story that probably wouldn’t make it into my top 100, but I like plenty of stories that are lower than that and I really don’t think deserves the kicking it has had more recently from fandom. The criticism is fine, it’s what fans do – analyse critically, but the level of criticism aimed at this one and Nation in particular that I just don’t really get. Each to their own – I won’t apologise for liking it at 5, 25 or 48, I don’t have to. If you don’t, well just one plea from me, when you return home after watching ‘Planet of the Daleks’ and tell people tales of your adventures and of Terry Nation – can you write a review without mentioning ‘lazy’, because that would just be lazy and we don’t want that.

Doctor Who and the Cave Monsters Target Novelisation by Malcolm Hulke (1974)

Okdel stood watching as the last of the young reptile men and women took their turn to go down to safety in the lift. The gleaming metal doors of the lift were set in rock; the doors slid open and shut soundlessly, taking another group of Okdel’s people to safety below the ground. Across the valley the sun was already setting, and its last light made the green scales of the young people shine brilliantly. Okdel wondered when he would see the sun again.

More than content with just being one of the best Target books, ‘The Cave Monsters’ is rather an instruction manual for children. A lesson in tolerance and respect for other cultures, an exercise in seeing different points of view and a warning of what happens when those with extreme views get their own way. As a member of the British Communist Party, one who has sacked from a job at party HQ (he called Scotland Yard from their offices), who left the party, rejoined and left again. Who was never really accepted or wanted by the party leadership after a series of events and comments in letters. If the party viewed him with suspicion, he had his doubts as well. He is rather like the Orwell of ‘Doctor Who’ in that regard and his books reflect that – despite being written for children they aren’t simple of clear polemic Rather they paint s world in shades of grey, where living together is difficult and hard work and requires a leap of faith, one that isn’t always possible. Where people aren’t just one thing and often aren’t all they first appear. In short it is a distillation of everything that Mac Hulke gave to the children of my generation. Some of them occasionally seem to forget this.

Oh and it also has a map of the research base. I like a map in a book. And dinosaurs. And reptile men. I’d like some graphs and a few tables as well, but you can’t have everything.

K’to said, ‘Are all the animals safe?’ It had been decided to take a male and female of all the more useful reptile animals. ‘What?’ said Okdel, lost in thought. ‘Our animals,’ said K’to, ‘are they in the shelter?’ ‘They went down first,’ said Okdel, ‘I made sure of that.’ He paused. ‘A pity we are taking none of the little furry animals.’

You are a strange man,’ said K’to. ‘The little furry animals are dirty. Insects live in their fur. In any case, this event will rid our planet of the mammal vermin. When the planet draws away our atmosphere, even only for a few minutes, all creatures on the surface will suffocate and die.’ Morka came up beside them. ‘Okdel keeps one of the furry animals as a pet,’ he said. ‘Is that not true, Okdel?’ ‘It amuses me,’ said Okdel. ‘Your pet will have to die with the others,’ said Morka. ‘We shall be better off without them.’ ‘They raid our crops,’ said K’to. ‘Our farmers will be glad to see the end of them. But I am sorry about your pets, Okdel.’
‘You only say that because Okdel is the leader of this shelter group“ said Morka. ‘The little furry animals revolt me! They grunt, they have families, and they are fond of each other.’

‘It is that quality which makes them interesting,’ said Okdel. ‘In the zoo I have noticed how they touch each other, and put their limbs round each others’ necks.’ ‘Yes,’ said Morka, ‘and press their lips to each other’s faces! It is disgusting!”

I touched on the morality of the story in my review of the TV version, but really we only see a hint of that, an inkling that the Silurians want any sort of peace in that. It really just amounts to the conversations between the Doctor and the Old Silurian leader and that is about it. And then he is killed by the Young Silurian, while the scientist watches, uncaring. It is hard to have the same faith in them that the Doctor seems to have – especially as their next act is to unleash a virus aimed at wiping out mankind, followed by an attempt to destroy the planets climate! It is possible to understand the Doctor’s perspective, trapped as he is on Earth at this time, but with the TV version it is hard to share his motivation.

In the book though, we are privy to their thoughts. To the nostalgia of Okdel (the Old Silurian leader) for his own world and old life. We also see the world through the eyes of a Silurian – even our friends the Doctor (Frock Coat), the Brigadier (Fur under nose) and Liz (the female!). Whilst the Silurians become more sympathetic or at least understandable, the humans in the book become less sympathetic, harsher somehow. All of which makes for a better balance between the protagonists.

Making Britain great again

Even with the human protagonists, we understand them better. Major Barker ‘slipped up’ in Northern Ireland and wants to make amends.

He sat back in his bed and closed his eyes again. This time instead of seeing soldiers in brilliant red tunics he saw himself one rainy day in Londonderry, Northern Ireland, leading a group of soldiers who were trying to pin down an IRA sniper. The sniper had already shot two of his men dead, and wounded a third. The Major carefully worked his men into a position so that the sniper was completely surrounded. Then he called upon the sniper to surrender. A rifle was thrown down from a window, and a man appeared with his arms raised. As Major Barker called on his men to break cover and arrest the sniper, shots rang out from a sniper in another building, instantly killing the young soldier next to Major Barker. Without a second’s thought, Barker aimed his revolver at the sniper standing with his hands up in surrender, and shot him dead. For that moment of anger, Major Barker had been asked to resign from the British Army and to find another job.

He is convinced that ‘communists’ are causing the problems – something Hulke was used to – he was hounded by authority a few times in his life as a communist, investigated by the security services – although written off by them and the CPGB as a crank. Barker here though is full in full-on Brexit supporting taxi driver mode:

Miss Shaw, England was once the heart of an empire, the greatest empire the world has ever known. But the bankers and the trade-unionists have destroyed that great heritage. Now we are alone, backs to the wall, just as we were in 1940, only there is no Winston Churchill to lead us. The whole world is snapping at us like a pack of hungry wolves. But the day will come, Miss Shaw, when England will rise again…’

The ballad of Mathew and Phylis

Doctor Quinn (Mathew) is single, having lost his wife in a car crash, his ambition motivated by his far more famous scientist father. Miss Dawson (Phylis) has spent most of her life caring for her ailing mother – all of which explains her feelings for Dr Quinn and air of desperation. Her mother’s health and devious nature holding her back from finding someone or progressing in her career when opportunities arose. Their relationship is finely drawn, Miss Dawson rather keener than Quinn. Dr Quinn ambitious and rather full of himself, Dawson rather embittered. Quinn is prepared to kill the Silurians once the have given him want he wants and is shown deftly manipulating Miss Dawson into keeping quiet for him. Stripped of the affable performance from Fulton MacKay, he comes across as quite a nasty piece of work. In a change to the TV serial Quinn is killed by Morka in from of Miss Dawson – she is knocked unconscious and ends up like Spenser the technician drawing on the walls.

The high price of army cable

We are even provided insights into the relationships between the Doctor, Liz and the Brigadier. Liz is as exasperated with the Doctor as he is with the Brigadier, which is hinted at in the TV version. Also, the world of bureaucracy that the Brigadier fields so that the Doctor downs’t have to deal with it, all encapsulated in this exchange:

‘We couldn’t just leave the cable, could we, sir?’ asked Sergeant Hawkins. ‘Government property,’ said the Brigadier. ‘But hanging about like this, sir,’ Hawkins persisted. ‘We could get trapped again by a roof-fall.’
‘If we are trapped again,’ said the Brigadier, ‘that is something I could explain to my superiors. But if I lose one foot of that wretched telephone cable, there will be an investigation into the waste of public money.’

All of which leads their party to be attacked by a Tyrannosaurus Rex!

What about the cable, sir?’ said Sergeant Hawkins. ‘That’s right,’ said the Brigadier, ‘what about it?’ He grinned at the Sergeant. ‘For once, let’s forget about government property and look after our own necks!’
The Brigadier and the soldiers ran as fast as they could down the passageway towards freedom.

Carl Jung, coelacanths and cave art

Hulke never talks down to his readership. For example, we get the story of the discovery of the paleolithic cave art at Lascaux, how a particle accelerator works, continental drift and the re-discovery of the coelacanth. And in the midst of it all, we young readers also had a lecture on Jung of all things!

Do you know,’ asked the Doctor, ‘what Jung meant by “the collective unconscious”?’
‘Jung?’ said the Brigadier, ‘the psychologist fellow?’

It’s the memory that animals inherit,’ said Liz Shaw. ‘You know the way a dog walks round and round before lying down, because it thinks it is treading flat the tall grass that dogs lived in millions of years ago.’ ‘Or the way salmon always return to where they were born in order to breed,’ said the Doctor. The Brigadier was fast losing his patience. ‘Doctor, Miss Shaw, this is all very interesting…’

But you want to know about the power losses?’ said the Doctor. ‘Thank you,’ said the Brigadier. ‘Now let’s get back to the point.’ ‘We must first decide,’ said the Doctor, ‘what the point is, and I believe it is connected with our inherited memory of something from long, long ago. There is something close to this research centre which is touching on the depths of Spencer’s memory—not his own conscious memory, you understand, but instead the inner parts of his mind which come from man’s ancestors of thousands, perhaps millions, of years ago.’

Luckily amongst all of this educational heft, there is still plenty of Dinosaur and monster goodness for the younger readers – including this very exciting illustration of the Doctor facing a Tyrannosaurus Rex in the caves:

A lizard at the United Nations

Michael Parkinson interviews the new UN representative for Wenley Moor

We see the world through Okdel’s eyes and understand how his age makes him wary of rebuilding an entire work or his sympathy for the ‘little furry creatures’ feed into his different attitude to the humans. And also his sense of loss that his civilisation no longer exists:

‘We have cities,’ said Okdel, ‘great domed cities in valleys waiting for us to return.’ ‘No,’ said the Doctor. ‘This must be hard for you to understand, but there is no trace of your civilisation on this planet. The Earth’s crust is always moving. You are fortunate that this shelter has not been crushed to pulp by some internal movement of the crust.’ Okdel seemed deeply affected to learn that his civilisation had completely vanished. ‘Nothing of us has been found?’ ‘No,’ said the Doctor. ‘Only some fairly small versions of your animals—the lizard, the crocodile, and the snake.’

Okdel swayed slightly from one side to another, and from the depth of his throat there came a gentle whining sound. The Doctor thought this must be the reptile man’s way of showing grief. Then a single drop of liquid slid from one of Okdel’s eyes. The old reptile man was crying. ‘I am very sorry,’ said the Doctor. ‘It must be sad to realise that you are so completely forgotten.’

Ultimately though the opportunity for peace is lost to the warmongers on each side.

You do understand the caves must not be touched,’ the Doctor said. ‘I want to return here next week with a team of scientists to try to make peaceful contact with the reptile men. There’s a living museum down there, and if we can get on friendly terms with them there’s a great deal we can learn about the origin of life on this planet.’ ‘On my honour,’ the Brigadier said. ‘If I so much as see a reptile man, I shall go out of my way to be nice to him.’ ‘You don’t really take this seriously,’ the Doctor said. ‘These creatures have as much right to this planet as you have. I’m going to ask the Prime Minister to have it put to the United Nations that the reptile people be formally invited to share the world.

And the ending:

He’s sealed them in,’ the Doctor said quietly. Liz nodded. ‘He had to. They’d never have accepted sharing this world.’ The Doctor felt anger rising in him. ‘We’ve lost the chance to find out now,’ he said. ‘We shall never know.’

The Doctor started up the car again and continued along the main road in silence.

Okdel’s world

The real triumph of the book though is the world building that Hulke provides for the Silurians. Such is the quality of work that Hulke puts into this, we feel sad when Okdel is killed and the chance for peace is lost.

Okdel saw the two third eyes before him turn to a brilliant red. The pain raced through his old limbs. For a moment he remembered himself as a tiny reptile baby, breaking out from its egg. Then his mind went blank and he was dead.

I’ll leave the last word to Okdel, saying farewell to the world he knew:

Okdel turned and looked again across the valley. The sun was now deep in the western horizon. He wanted to take a last look at the metal domes of the city glinting in the fading sunlight. It was a pity that so many animals were to die. Nearby a huge lizard was quietly munching leaves from a fern. But there was only room in the shelters for a selected few.

Okdel turned to follow the others. Then he heard a familiar sound, and paused to look back into the valley. About twenty of the furry animals were racing across open ground, babies clinging to the backs of some of the females. As always, they were calling out to each other, grunting and chattering. Sometimes Okdel imagined they were trying to form words. He was certain that his own pet furry animal understood many of the things said to it, even though it only chattered and grunted in reply. He had released the pet two days ago, so that for what remained of its life it would enjoy freedom to climb trees and race across open spaces.

‘Okdel!’ Morka was calling from the lift doors. ‘We must go into the shelter’

Okdel slowly walked towards where Morka and K’to were waiting. Just before stepping into the lift, he looked again across the valley to see the tip of the sun as it sank below the horizon. It was the last time he was to see the sun for a hundred million years.”

Doctor Who and the Silurians by Malcolm Hulke (1970)

Reptilian. Biped. A completely alien species. Liz, these creatures aren’t just animals. They’re an alien life form, as intelligent as we are.

Look, Doctor, I’m not going down there to start a war, but I must know what’s going on.

So, with the science out of the way, what of the story?

Really, ‘The Silurians’ sets the pattern for the remainder of season 7 post-‘Spearhead from Space’. It is set in a scientific research base, UNIT are called in to investigate problems with a project and when dragged into the situation, the Doctor clashes with both the authorities in charge and the Brigadier and at the heart of it is a moral or philosophical dilemma, which unfolds over 7 episodes. The story was commissioned and written under Derrick Sherwin as producer, Peter Bryant was even down to produce it at one point, before they both rather rapidly left to work on  ‘Paul Temple’ (Bryant’s last work on the show was purchasing Bessie!), so really it is their story. Trevor Ray stepped in briefly as stand-in producer and as the station ticket collector in episode 6! There are however indications of future direction, the incoming Barry Letts browbeating director Tim Combe into experimenting with CSO (‘we could have just done the dinosaur as a puppet and used CSO‘ – really Barry, as successfully as ‘Invasion of the Dinosaurs’?)). Also, Terrance Dicks was now the script editor and brought in the increased focus on morality and alien cultures in the aftermath of Star Trek airing on BBC in the 1969 gap between season 6 and 7.  That last point is something that will become more apparent over the 5 years of Barry Letts and Terrance Dicks’ time on the show. The story even ends on a grace note added at the insistence of the incoming producer and script editor, a signifier and pointer to the future.

It never seems to get called out as such, but really it is a ‘base under siege’ story for much of the time, it even has an unhinged base commander in Dr Lawrence. The majority of the story is set in Wenley Moor research facility, in the caves of Derbyshire, housing the cyclotron and staffed by research scientists, with the aim of finding a new way of supplying cheap electricity. Also, the nearby caves, moorland and the hibernation shelter of the Silurians. However, it is also a 7-part story and as with ‘Inferno’ and to a lesser extent ‘The Ambassadors of Death’, it also has a narrative dogleg in episode 6 with the strand around the Silurian virus. For an episode and a half it basically becomes ‘Survivors’, a segment which assumes a new significance as I write this in the middle of a global pandemic. In some respects, that is my favourite part of the story – it becomes almost a documentary, cinema verite style. Along with the scene in episode 1 where the Doctor and Liz drive down Godalming high street, Bessie incongruous amongst late 60’s/early 70’s Britain, these represent a rare instance of the Pertwee era entering into the real world, away from the research bases and UNIT HQ. It is a shame that we don’t see this more often.

My dear Miss Shaw, I never report myself anywhere. Particularly not forthwith.

We pick up the story from the threads left from ‘Spearhead from Space’ – the Doctor has his car, he has is ‘assistant’ and his facilities to repair the TARDIS – the terms of his employment as UNIT’s Scientific Advisor. He seems happy enough singing away, working on Bessie, but he doesn’t seem to realise he has a job now:

LIZ: Urgent message from the Brigadier.
DOCTOR: Oh he’s away, isn’t he, investigating some scientists?
LIZ: Yes, well, he wants us to join him. ‘Miss Shaw and the Doctor will report themselves forthwith to Wenley Moor. Attend a briefing meeting at precisely
DOCTOR: My dear Miss Shaw, I never report myself anywhere. Particularly not forthwith.

For f**ks sake Doctor, the UN are paying for all of this, get your arse over to Wenley Moor forthwith! It is also a bit of a re-calibration of the relationship between the Doctor and Brigadier. The Brigadier isn’t some dumb soldier – in ‘Web of Fear’ he is the smartest person around, bar the Doctor and Anne. Not just a great organiser and leader of his men, he is also an excellent judge of character – he accepts the Doctor, in a completely open-minded way and backs him to hilt despite losing most of his men in process. Defending him again and giving him freedom to operate in his own way in ‘The Invasion’., all in order to get the best out of him. This is a very different Doctor though and we are transitioning to a different production team. The relationship between them is much spikier at this point in his exile, the Doctor much more abrasive and confrontational in comparison to the more slippery, elusive second Doctor. Under the new production team, in the following seasons, the Brigadier will have to adapt to Dicks’ preferred model of Dr Watson to the Doctor’s Holmes and whilst we gain from this – the humour and warmth in their relationship and the wider ‘UNIT Family’, something is also lost in the process.

Cave drawings on the walls? My dear Doctor, if that’s what you call evidence.

Lethbridge-Stewart, what on earth is the point of my trying to discover things for you if you keep turning them down all the time.

Liz is stuck in the middle between them – she’s clearly wary of both. The Doctor basically took her job in the previous story. She has a lot to do in this – investigating the staff breakdowns, working on the cure for the virus etc. but you get the feeling that she is carving out her own niche at UNIT, albeit one that might not be sustainable for her in the longer term. Her presence though soothes the way between the Doctor and authority. She is also the Doctor’s carer to some extent, a role re-purposed by Steven Moffat for Clara and the Twelfth Doctor, as he, as usual makes friends in authority at Wenley Moor:

LAWRENCE: You’re not proposing to dismantle a piece of equipment worth fifteen million pounds with a screwdriver?
DOCTOR: Well, it’s not worth fifteen million pins if it doesn’t work, is it?

Or to Dr Meredith:

As an associate of UNIT, I think you will find that I have the authority to do precisely as I please.

To be fair, both of them deserve this, but it is very much a signifier of a new Doctor. He is a new character – a hint of Hartnell’s impatience and arrogance, with a theatrical grandeur and authority thrown into the mix. He is also trapped, stuck in one time and place, which manifests itself in him sniping at authority and being much more prepared to confront things head on than his predecessor, wearing his emotions on his sleeve and being an unashamedly a principled, moral force for good. He uses the authority that UNIT provides him, the protection that the Brigadier provides from the worst of the bureaucracy and everyday life, whilst simultaneously railing against it. It is the contradiction that lies at the heart of the Pertwee era. Simultaneously a rebel and a figure of authority.

Next up: The next part will look at the moral dilemma central of the story and the characters at the heart of that.

Hello! Are you a Silurian?

You once had a great civilisation. I didn’t realise how advanced.

I shouldn’t worry about him, Brigadier. He’s probably chatting quite happily to his monster friends.

DOCTOR: If you trust me, I think I can persuade the humans that you are prepared to live with them on this planet in peace.
SILURIAN: There is not room for both civilisations.
DOCTOR: Oh yes, I think there is. You see, your people are used to living in extreme heat, whereas these areas on Earth are of little interest to man. I believe with your advanced technology that you could build cities in parts of the world that man has hitherto completely ignored.
SILURIAN: Would your people agree to this?
DOCTOR: Well, they’re not my people, but I think I could convince them, on the condition that you release those trapped men first.
SILURIAN: Those apes have only shown hostility to us.
DOCTOR: And you to them. Someone has to make a move, otherwise this whole thing will end up in complete catastrophe.

At the heart of this story is an attempt to try and move the narrative away from ‘Doctor Who versus the Monsters’ and into more morally complex, adult waters. The results are somewhat mixed, largely I think because not enough time is devoted to understanding the perspective of the Silurians, but also because in attempting to be complex it presents them as a mirror of the humans – not a precise one, but close enough – a wiser older leader/sage (the Doctor), a militarist (Baker) and an uncaring scientist (Quinn/Lawrence). This complexity means that we get all aspects of their society compressed into 3 individuals, whereas the humans also have the likes of Liz and the Brigadier who sit between the more extreme polarized views, presenting a more ‘reasonable’ version of each. Add to that the killing of the Old Silurian and the subsequent two attempts at genocide by his successor/murderer and anything much in the way of sympathy or understanding on the Doctor’s view starts to evaporate. As the Brigadier says what we are left with is essentially:

Maybe one of the Silurians is friendly but the rest seem determined to wipe us out.

All of which prompts the question what makes them so different to say the Ice Warriors, who are also intelligent and have a culture, but want to invade, except the fact that the Silurians are a native species and have a prior claim to the planet? Which really is their unique selling point. It prompts the question whether the Silurians are intended as a representation of indigenous peoples – with their claim of being there first or at least prior to ‘the invaders’. That is a stretch though, they haven’t been usurped through force of arms or by imported disease, rather they chose to go into hibernation to avoid the worst effects of a catastrophe that never happened, it is through ill luck that they find themselves in this situation, not through the action of humans.

And this forms the heart of the problem that the show has when dealing with the Silurians. It wants to present them as a complex human-like society – with faults and prejeudices and warmongers as well as thinkers and peacemakers. In doing so it shines a light on us as a species and well we don’t look too good either when you examine our actions as a collective. To make this work properly requires a lot of effort and spending time with Silurian characters, getting to know them and their perspective and well, ‘Doctor Who’ doesn’t really have that time – it is an action adventure show for kids, it has to deliver scares and battles and explosions. So, whilst this is a noble attempt at doing something different – something that isn’t just good guys and bad guys, to some extent it it is doomed to be compromised by the format.

It would be easier to achieve in some ways if the humans were the bad guys and the Silurians were just peaceful refugees and immediately had our sympathy and clear, simple understandable position within the morality play aspect of the story. That isn’t Mac Hulke though and it isn’t really how drama would increasingly be depicted in the 1970’s on film and TV. It was the era of the damaged anti-hero, where moral lines are blurred and the drama is painted in shades of grey, where decisions and choices are difficult and the answers aren’t clearly right or wrong. In that respect it succeeds, but it would have worked better if we were presented with a clearer reason as to why the Doctor treats the Silurians differently to any other invader. I could argue that partially that is down to his own exile – he is looking for the good in them, for a cause to champion, keen to adopt the role of mediator on his new home world, guiding humans through First Contact, as we will see again in the next story. If that is the case then some lines to that affect would have been helpful.

But that’s murder...

As for the ending, well is very easy to see the Brigadier’s view here. The look he gives the Doctor when he says he wants to revive them, as if he’s completely lost the plot, would be mirrored in many viewers I suspect. The Brigadier has just had to save him from being killed by the Young Silurian and they’ve narrowly escaped a major viral pandemic in which at least thousands, if not millions must have already died, escaped the climate being destroyed to the point at which humans and probably millions of other species would die out instantly and have in the process narrowly escaped a nuclear meltdown! I mean it isn’t a good look for a species that you are supposed to live peacefully with, is it?

BRIGADIER: And just what do you think you’re doing down here?
DOCTOR: I’m trying to find out how this hibernation unit works. I must know if we’re going to revive them again.
BRIGADIER: Revive them?
DOCTOR: Yes, not all at once, you understand. One at a time, so that we can reason with them. There’s a wealth of scientific knowledge down here, Brigadier, and I can’t wait to get started on it.

And later:

DOCTOR: Now, don’t forget, Brigadier, nobody is to go into that Silurian base.
BRIGADIER: Yes, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Miss Shaw and I will be back as soon as possible with some testing equipment and probably some other scientists.
BRIGADIER: Good, good. Well, have a good journey.
DOCTOR: Yes. Don’t forget, Brigadier. Nobody is to go into that base, all right? I’ll see you tomorrow.

It also doesn’t help that the ending is a bit muddled, modified by the incoming production team to generate a moral discussion point, such that it isn’t clear whether the Brigadier on orders from the government has sealed the entrance to the caves or simply blown the Silurians up, the character says the former, the Doctor indicates the latter, in the novelisation this is clear – he has sealed them in.

DOCTOR: The Brigadier. He’s blown up the Silurian base.
LIZ: He must have had orders from the Ministry.
DOCTOR: And you knew?
LIZ: No! The government were frightened. They just couldn’t take the risk.
DOCTOR: But that’s murder. They were intelligent alien beings. A whole race of them. And he’s just wiped them out.
LIZ: I know.

So I think really, this is as much about an exercise in re-positioning the show and the new Doctor explicitly as a peacemaker, a moral force – someone who instinctively holds out a hand of friendship and attempts to understand different points of view – matching the liberal beliefs of Letts and Dicks, as anything else. All of which is viewed through the prism of Mac Hulke’s instincts towards complexity and his role in life – a communist disliked and untrusted within the British Communist Party. It is a first step rather than an endpoint in itself. As it is, well it is a good if not completely successful attempt at shifting the show in a new direction. Something, I will return to after this review when I review the novelisation ‘Doctor Who and the Cave Monsters’, which by making the reader privy to the thoughts of the Silurians and the histories of the human protagonists is much more successful in this regard.

Next up: We’ll wrap things up with a look at the human characters in the story and finally a piece on my favourite part of the story – the viral pandemic section.

The scientists, the soldiers, the politician and the reptile men

As is usual in a Mac Hulke script, the characters inhabiting this world are very nicely drawn – we instinctively understand Miss Dawson and Doctor Quinn or Major Baker – their motivations and why they are the way they are. We can sketch in possible backgrounds for them easily. Where they suffer slightly though is if you already knew them from the Target book before seeing this. Once you’ve read that, you just sort of assume that you know their histories and thoughts and I can’t easily separate that out unfortunately. Each of them though has a defining surface attribute, but something else playing deeper in the mix – no one is entirely what they first seem. Hulke furnishes them with depth of character basically, something that the show even now doesn’t always take the time to do.

As an ensemble we have Dr Lawrence, cold, but overwrought, under pressure and a bit of a Tory, who simply collapses under the strain of it all. Dr Quinn seemingly unassuming and affable, but really wildly ambitious. Miss Dawson, spinsterish, someone who has bet her future on Quinn in a rather one-sided relationship, who turns out to be an avenging harpy. And Major Baker – over eager, polite and diffident to authority, but clearly also a right-wing loon worried about reds under the bed and someone who would have happily joined Powell or Mosley or that lot plotting against the Wilson government. They are quite the bunch – add in the pain in the arse Dr Meredith and only Masters seems in any way sane – that is before he dashes, Cummings-like back to London in the middle of an epidemic.

The humans (if we also include the Doctor here, inhabiting the human world as he does at this point) are more successfully sketched than the Silurians – an issue which I raised in the previous part of the review. They represent all shades of opinion – the Doctor at one end, peace at all costs – even sacrificing the Brigadier’s men in his attempt for peace (‘I lost a lot of men in those caves’), Liz who sees the Doctor’s viewpoint – but also isn’t entirely convinced by his motives, and that of the other side, the Brigadier and Masters in the middle (basically just trying to do their jobs) and the other end of the spectrum – Baker and Miss Dawson (at least after Quinn’s death). Lawrence stands to one side – he only cares about his work and his career, just as Quinn rather wants to use the Silurians for his own career.

A question of manners

Hulke drafts a very British drama of manners at times, with forced politeness under duress for a number of the characters, for example Baker deferring politely to his superior the Brigadier, only finally cracking when in his eyes the Doctor becomes a traitor and gives away the Brigadier’s position to the Silurians. The highlight of this though are the wonderfully understated scenes between the Doctor and Quinn at Quinn’s cottage. That is masterclass in writing one thing, but with a very clear and contrary subtext, one which both characters understand, but insist on playing out the ‘the surface ‘lie’ instead.

DOCTOR: What a charming place. Mmm, charming. Lovely old grandfather clock. Is this the living room? Oh yes, very nice. Very nice. Had the place long, have you?
QUINN: No, I bought it a few months after I got the job here. Look Doctor, I’m sorry but I really have to be
DOCTOR: Centrally heated too, eh?
QUINN: It gets very cold up here.
DOCTOR: Yes. Still, you do keep it very warm though, don’t you?
QUINN: Yes, well, the thermostat’s jammed, you see. I’m having it fixed.
DOCTOR: Perhaps you’d like me to look at it for you, I like tinkering with these gadgets.
QUINN: That’s very kind of you but I’ve already sent for the people who installed it.
DOCTOR: Good, good. Only it is rather like the reptile house in the zoo, isn’t it?
QUINN: What do you mean? Eh? What do you mean?
DOCTOR: Nothing. I was just referring to the temperature of the room.
QUINN: Doctor, I’m sorry but I really must ask you to leave. There’s something very urgent I have to do before I go back to the centre.
DOCTOR: Oh? Yes, yes, of course. I’m so sorry to have taken up so much of your time.
QUINN: Not at all. I’m only sorry that I seem to have been rather
DOCTOR: My word, it’s just as hot out here, isn’t it? You really must get that thermostat fixed, you know. Anything wrong?
QUINN: Er, no.
DOCTOR: You’d save yourself a lot of trouble if you’d let me help you. They didn’t catch it, you know.

That is a terrific piece of writing and beautifully played by Pertwee and MacKay.

In opposition to this mannered behaviour, we have the downright rude Lawrence and Meredith. Both of whom get this returned in spades from the Doctor, who also dishes a fair bit of this in the Brigadier and Baker’s direction. He, in what will become somewhat of a theme for the next couple of seasons, is unnecessarily rude to Masters – the under secretary, played beautifully as ever by Geoffrey Palmer:

LAWRENCE: Now just a minute. This is the Permanent Under-Secretary.
DOCTOR: Yes, well, I’ve got no time to chat to under-secretaries, permanent or otherwise. I must find the Brigadier.
MASTERS: May I ask who you are?
DOCTOR: You may ask.

In later stories the antagonistic role would probably have been given to the politician, it is interesting that here it is instead given to two technical people – scientific and medical. Something similar is done with Stahlman/Sir Keith Gold in the final story of the season.

The life and death of Dr Quinn

I have already talked about the great scenes between Quinn and the Doctor at Quinn’s cottage. It is a lovely performance from Fulton MacKay as Quinn – pitched beautifully. He is completely in control when working in the research centre, calm when others lose their head. Rather affable and likeable. However, as ever with Hulke, he turns out to have a hidden nastier, more ambitious side:

DAWSON: John, you’ve got to tell them to stop. At least while these people are here.
QUINN: Do you think I haven’t? Either they don’t listen, or they don’t understand.
DAWSON: They’ve got to stop!
QUINN: Shush.
ROBERTS: T one four, S K.
QUINN: Thank you, Roberts.
DAWSON: Tell the Brigadier or Baker, they’ll help. Before someone else gets killed.
QUINN: They wouldn’t believe me, and anyway there’s far too much at stake. Now take your hand off.
DAWSON: It’s not worth the risk.
QUINN: The knowledge I shall gain is worth any risk.

Quinn’s death in his cottage, killed by the Silurian who he is harbouring, is really the turning point in the story. We’ve already seen a farmer murdered and a death in the caves, but this is someone we know and it has a big impact on the response of the human characters to the Silurians. Especially on Miss Dawson, all of her dreams of a life with Quinn gone and she demands they be destroyed, venting her hatred and bitterness against them, but in a way which seems reasonable from her perspective – again very Malcolm Hulke. This is the same Silurian to whom the Doctor offers his hand to in greeting, with Quinn’s body still warm in the background. At this point many members of the audience must have started to doubt the new Doctor’s sanity.

I honestly think that Fulton Mackay’s performance is one the best of the classic run. He was considered quite strongly or the role of the fourth Doctor by Barry Letts. Now obviously Tom Baker turned out to be a brilliant choice, but Mackay I think would have made a fine Doctor – able to effortlessly do the comedy, the drama, whilst likeable and mildly eccentric and with a lightness of touch.

Dr Lawrence and the high pitch of doom

The comedian (and ‘Doctor Who’ fan) Frank Skinner tells a story about someone singing the song ‘Can’t take my eyes off you’ at a club. He starts out singing just a bit too high and he’s leading up to the part where it goes up into ‘I love you baby..’ and as he’s really going to have to belt that out. The audience starts to wince, sensing he’s got nowhere else to go, he’s going to rupture something to reach that high note. The music builds and as he reaches that line he turns his mic to the audience for them to sing it instead! That’s Peter Miles as Dr Lawrence. By the end he’s a foam flecked loon trying to strangle the Brigadier, a bit more restraint would have worked much better – more the cold, detached careerist, basically a bit more Nyder would have helped and then his meltdown, well maybe dial back from 11 to 9?

The Reptile men

And finally we have the Silurians. Nowhere near as much effort has gone into the building of their characters, as a fair part of their screen time has to be spent on them being monsters hiding in the shadows and the killing people, unleashing a virus etc, We have the Old Silurian – the one who deals with Quinn and is open to negotiation and compromise, the scientist – rather cold and detached and the Young Silurian – hotheaded, ambitious and genocidal. Each of these have echoes in their human counterparts, but don’t really have the depth of character building, the shades of grey or diversity of the humans. Certainly not enough to give them equivalence or to sufficiently build out sympathy for them. The early death of the Old Silurian also feeds into that as an issue. For that level of depth, you must turn to the novelisation.

Next up: The pandemic!

Viruses, vaccines and superspreaders

Is he dead? Yes, the first one.

Part of the way through episode 5, ‘The Silurians’ takes a sideways turn, as for an episode and a half, it becomes ‘Survivors’. The Silurians release a virus designed to kill primates and release an infected Major Baker to spread the disease – the original ‘superspreader’ event.

Given that we are currently in the middle of a global pandemic, it is difficult not to view this aspect of the story through that lens and an analysis of it shows some similarities with the epidemic response we are experiencing – although having the Doctor work on an effective treatment would help considerably right now!

To my mind, this plot strand is one of the most satisfying aspects of the TV story, it is very effectively and efficiently done and brilliantly shot by Tim Combe. Actually, it is so effective that I do wonder if it shouldn’t have been a story in its own right – an alien pathogen comes back from one of the Mars Probes – unleashed on London and the Doctor has to tackle the unseen enemy – it sounds very season 7 as a concept. If any era of the programme could pull that off it would be this one. As it is, it provides a very satisfying narrative shift within ‘The Silurians’ and ensures that the story reaches its 7 episode length without ever really sagging.

Track and trace

Bad news, Miss Shaw. The first one abroad. Paris. If we can’t contain it in Britain, what chance has the world got?

Once the outbreak is confirmed and the boneheaded Dr Meredith has moved Baker to the nearby hospital things start to spiral out of control. Masters hightails it back to London by train liberally spreading the infection as he goes. There is a similar strand in an episode of ‘Doomwatch’ where a politician spreads a virus as a result of lax bio security. Our own Prime Minister did something similar back in March – when he went around hospitals shaking the hand of everyone he met. So, in that respect Masters conforms to type – his cross-country dash as reminiscent of Dominic Cummings and his journey back to Northumbria and infamous day trip to Barnard castle.

LIZ: Masters is gone.
DOCTOR: Gone where?
LIZ: He caught the London train. He must be nearly there by now.
BRIGADIER: Right, I’ll get onto it. Maybe we can get him at the station. Will you come with me, Miss Shaw?
LIZ: Oh, I’m helping the Doctor.
BRIGADIER: I’ll need help manning the phones.
LIZ: I am a scientist, not an office boy.
BRIGADIER: You’re a member of UNIT, Miss Shaw, and you’ll do as you’re told!
LIZ: I will not be spoken to in that way!
DOCTOR: Liz.
LIZ: Doctor!
DOCTOR: Go with him, please. Anyone who’s been in contact with Masters has got to be quarantined. He may spread that disease all over the country.

The story even his its own ‘contact tracing’ operation run out of the Brigadier’s makeshift HQ at Wenley Moor. Liz has to help ‘man the phones’ and she and the Brigadier co-ordinate efforts to track down Masters and anyone he has contacted on the way. Cue some sterling trimphone acting from Nicholas Courtney and Caroline John! Their efforts are as sadly ineffective as the UK’s own contact tracing operation – although to be fair it is just a few people and costs considerably less.

At Marylebone station

Attention please! Attention please! This is a police message. Stay where you are. Do not attempt to leave the station. If you feel ill, assistance will be brought to you. Attention, please! Attention, please! This is a police message. Stay where you are. Do not attempt to leave the station. If you feel ill, assistance will be brought to you.

Outbreaks of the disease are being reported all over London.

The scenes as Masters reaches Marylebone station are some of the finest in the history of the show. They are brilliantly shot, documentary style as real members of the 1969 public get off their train along with Geoffrey Palmer as Masters and step around him as he stumbles at the ticket inspection. The ticket collector is Trevor Ray – associate script editor at the time and filling in as makeshift producer as Bryant and Sherwin left before Barry Letts had arrived. Somewhat unusual perhaps, although in the previous story we had had Derrick Sherwin as former script editor, current producer and actor as the UNIT commissionaire.

Amidst the extras, collapsing infected by the disease, we have the public reacting to them – either with concern or in typical London fashion by simply ignoring what was going on and walking away! These scenes though are genuinely disturbing, as much as anything in ‘Survivors’ and are as real as ‘Doctor Who’ has been or would get in the entire classic run.

The death of Masters – collapsing after leaving the taxi, the telltale signs of infection on his face as he stumbles, his world spinning around him, really is brilliantly done. He staggers and falls – dying in a 1970’s world of concrete underpasses and office blocks, as the police and ambulances arrive.

In other times this whole section would probably have been handled via ‘tell don’t show’. As Barry Letts controlled costs and Terrance Dicks scripted economically. In the heady days of season 7, rules are broken and a viral epidemic and its impact on London are graphically shown. The sense of uncompromising ambition of this season is so refreshing, if only all of this had been on film like ‘Spearhead from Space’.

A vaccine?

Some of these drugs are so new they don’t even know their properties yet.

Do you think we’ll be able to contain this disease, Doctor?
We may be able to contain it. The question is, can we cure it?

And that is where we are right now! As I write this, two vaccines for covid-19 appear to have tested positively. The Doctor and Liz have one night to find a cure! What I do like though is that they are shown ‘doing science’. That it takes time (even if it has to be compressed for story purposes) – they work through the night – Liz flagging, dosed up with antibiotics in the hope of keeping the virus at bay long enough to cure it. In season 7 things take time, science is hard, time consuming, difficult work.

Virus denial and vaccination protests

LIZ: You haven’t had your own injections yet, have you?
LAWRENCE: No, nor do I intend to.
LIZ: But you’ve got to have them. It’s for your own good.
LAWRENCE: Rubbish. Why should I waste my time having useless injections against an imaginary epidemic?
LIZ: Doctor Lawrence, it is quite clear that the disease exists. Major Baker is dead.
LAWRENCE: He may have been ill for some time. I should be interested to see the results of the post-mortem.
LIZ: Doctor Lawrence, you must admit there is a
LAWRENCE: I will admit nothing. There is no epidemic.

Like many an epidemic denier and anti-vax protestor, Dr Lawrence catches the disease and dies of it. And what a death! Not the understated, documentary realistic collapse of Masters, no a full on ranting and raving, attempting the strangle the Brigadier breakdown for Peter Miles!

Meltdown

So to the ending. Well it twists again, the menace of the virus over (although we assume many thousands are still dying as the cure is rolled out) , the Doctor kidnapped by the Silurians and a Silurian invasion of the Wenley Moor research centre. An attempt to destroy ‘The Van Allen Belt’ (see my previous article on that!) and a near nuclear reactor meltdown. Phew. Mac Hulke really packs a lot into the last episode. It doesn’t hang about and doesn’t feel dull or anti-climatic like many of the later 6-part stories.

With the Silurians back in hibernation, it is unsurprising that the Brigadier (after the saving the Doctor’s life) gives the Doctor a look of sheer incredulity at this exchange:

BRIGADIER: Revive them?
DOCTOR: Yes, not all at once, you understand. One at a time, so that we can reason with them. There’s a wealth of scientific knowledge down here, Brigadier, and I can’t wait to get started on it.

It isn’t to be though, the caves are sealed/blown up and the Doctor is left to drive away in Bessie with Liz, leaving Wenley Moor behind and to reflect on his new life and friends.

Pointers to a future direction

Overall, I think that ‘The Silurians’ would be a high point of any other Pertwee season. In season 7 though it is the weakest story, which is no bad thing to be – the others are all 10/10 stories for me – this is a mere 8 or 9. It does point a way to the future though, to a new morality for the show, combined with a complexity and a satisfying depth. With the addition of the virus subplot easily making it fit the 7 episodes length, in a far more successful way than most later Pertwee 6-parters manage. As for the new man himself, Pertwee is simply sensational in this – gloriously confident and assured and is ably supported by Nicholas Courtney and Caroline John and an excellent guest cast.

Mac Hulke is really starting to hit his stride as a writer by now and up next I will look at his novelisation of the story ‘The Cave Monsters’ and the layers that it manages to add to the story.

Cave art and Continental Drift – The Science of ‘The Silurians’

‘This is the world as it was before the great continental drift, two hundred million years ago. And these notes, well, they’re calculations on the age of the earth, with particular reference to the Silurian era.

Let’s get this out of the way, the geological and evolutionary timeline of ‘The Silurians’ doesn’t really work at all, which means that scientifically speaking, that aspect of the story is almost complete nonsense. Some of this is because, well it was always nonsense and some of this is because it is now 50 years old and the science of palaeontology and our thinking about evolution and mass extinction events have changed massively in those years. Whole branches of science have developed in the meantime and so even if Mac and Terrance’s research had stretched further than a skim read in the library of ‘The Observer book of Geology’ and ‘The Boys Big Book of Dinosaurs’, then they would likely be wrong by now anyway, just not quite so wrong! Examples of changing in thinking between now and then include the wide scale acceptance of the K/T boundary mass extinction event and its link to the Chicxulub impact in the Yucatan peninsula (in the 1980’s and 90’s – ‘Earthshock’ really was a bit ahead of the curve in that regard) and the acceptance that certain types of feathered dinosaurs evolved into birds, rather than becoming extinct per se (in the 1990’s/2000’s).

The timeline of their backstory is wrong for three main reasons:

  1. The use of the name ‘Silurians’ for the reptile species, named after a geological period well before reptiles evolved
  2. The coincidence of the ‘Silurians’ and ‘apes’ in the same time period.
  3. The appearance of the moon prompting the hibernation of the Silurians.

There is no real way of reconciling these things and attempting to do so in subsequent stories has only made things worse if anything.

Their name, well I’ll come to that in a moment.

The idea of ‘apemen’ or even apes and dinosaurs living at the same time is the thing of Victorian fiction and wasn’t even scientifically correct at that time. It was popularised via the likes of Edgar Rice Burroughs novels and the adventure films of the 60’s and 70’s like ‘One Million Years BC’. In reality, they are the more than 60 million years apart in evolutionary terms.

The moon is around 4.5 billion years old and the latest thinking is that it was formed at that time as a result of a collision between the Earth and another body and so again the timeline aspect of Silurian history really makes no sense at all. If Mac had chosen the appearance of an asteroid or comet that the Silurians thought would strike the Earth, that would have made more sense and eventually fitted better with the theories on the ‘extinction’ of the dinosaurs, although not with Adric and the freighter appearing from nowhere. Unless maybe a passing time traveller popped back and warned the Silurians of the impending disaster?

Silurians/Eocenes/Homo reptilia and Earth Reptiles – What is in a name?

The name given to the titular species of this story is a bit of a red herring – it was chosen at random out a list of geological periods because Terrance and Mac thought it sounded cool. And that is fine, so long as there isn’t an attempt to link the two things, which to be fair, the story mostly doesn’t do – although the quote above does say ‘with particular reference to the Silurian era’. The Silurian period was named after rock formations in South Wales, in turn named after the Silures – an ancient Welsh tribe. So, in some respects the placement of ‘The Hungry Earth’ in the South Wales Valleys is really rather appropriate, like a homecoming for a species named after an area and period that they really have no right to be linked with. The Silurian stretches from 443-419 million years ago. As opposed to the age of the Dinosaurs – the Triassic, Jurassic and Cretaceous, which stretch from 251 to 66 million years ago. So again, in the quote from the story about ‘200 million years ago’ would place it in the Jurassic, rather than the much earlier Silurian.

The animal life present in the Silurian is characterised by the likes of molluscs and sea scorpions and also by the development of bony fish, whilst on land, vascular plants were evolving. In other words, it is quite early in the scheme of things when we look at complex life developing on Earth – there is multi-cellular complexity, but we are a long way from the reptiles depicted in this story. The latest thinking is that the earliest reptiles in the fossil records were still many millions of years in the future at this point – in the carboniferous period around 315 million years ago. The dinosaur of a type unknown to the Doctor, depicted in this could have evolved any time in the Jurassic or Cretaceous, at a push the Triassic – large predatory therapod dinosaurs of various types (Allosaurus, Megalosaurus, Tyrannosaurus Rex etc.) are present in at least one of these periods, but only just developing earlier in the Triassic.

If this is all a bit messy, then the attempt to correct this in ‘The Sea Devils’ with ‘That’s a complete misnomer. The chap who discovered them must have got the period wrong. No, properly speaking, they should have been called the Eocenes.’ doesn’t make any more sense. The Eocene stretches from around 56 to 33 million years ago, the paleocene epoch lies between it and the cretaceous (via the K/T boundary event). The continental land masses are much closer to their present positions than that of the globe that Dr Quinn has in ‘The Silurians’, which is much more in line with the globe as of the Jurassic. Whilst many of our current orders of mammals developed in the Eocene period, including primates, nothing that could be considered an ‘ape’ is present – that would be much later. The earliest fossils in the genus homo appear around 3 million years ago. The reptiles that are still present in the Eocene are those which are present today, including lizards, snakes, crocodilians, turtles and Tuatara – the large dinosaurs, pterosaurs and marine reptiles are all long gone as is the world of ‘The Silurians’.

Ape evolutionary history is not blessed by any means with a complete fossil record, but if we limit anything even vaguely ape like to say the last 10-20 million years (that is really stretching it), the chances of the Silurians/Eocenes encountering anything like apes, unless they had awoken from their hibernation in the very recent past, is zero. At best in the cretaceous they would have encountered small rodent sized, nocturnal, insectivorous mammals, the largest would likely have been the size of a domestic cat.

‘They’re not aliens. They’re Earth-liens. Once known as the Silurian race, or, some would argue, Eocenes, or Homo Reptilia.

Later we have names like ‘homo reptilia’ appearing – which is nonsense scientifically – actually worse than the original name or Eocenes. Linnaeus would be turning in his grave over in the lovely small Swedish city of Uppsala. The Silurians should not be placed in the genus homo – that would imply they are mammalian and part of the order of primates – indeed it could be argued that humans should not be in homo either – rather pan with the bonobos and chimpanzees. Earth Reptile – is the more PC future nomenclature used in the New Adventures in the future – although the Earth has many reptile species, so I’m not sure how useful that actually is. Maybe asking them what they wanted to be called would have been a better idea?

Dozen degrees Liz and the Curious case of the Van Allen Belt.

And finally, we bring you the ‘Van Allen Belt’ – which according to Liz ‘surrounds the planet and filters out some of the sun’s radiation‘. Except it doesn’t and wasn’t thought to even in 1970. It consists of multiple layers of solar radiation, trapped in the magnetosphere around the planet – mostly solar winds caught by the magnetic field of the Earth.

BRIGADIER: What happens when it’s gone?
LIZ: It gets so hot, we will all die of sunburn on a cloudy day.

The ‘filter layer’ in the atmosphere is the ‘Ozone Layer’, which we found to our cost in the 1990’s as a huge hole in said layer appeared above the Southern Hemisphere, centred on Antarctica. This was caused by our usage of CFC’s (Chlorofluorocarbons) in refrigerators and similar devices. CFC’s were eventually banned under the Montreal Protocol on Substances that Deplete the Ozone Layer (1987). So, you see, we didn’t need the Silurians to endanger the survival of our species, by ‘destroying the filter layer’, any more than we needed them to introduce deadly viruses causing worldwide, largescale death, we are quite adept at it ourselves. Liz should know better though, with all of those degrees.

So, what does it get right?

Well not that much. It does introduce youngsters to some interesting ideas though.

Some reptiles do indeed have a parietal third eye (some lizards, tuatara etc.), so that is an interesting detail. It is associated with the pineal gland and is photoreceptive. It is normally placed on the top of the head though and isn’t usually visible. It is a nice idea though to make it a multi-purpose organ for the Silurians.

And a Dr Lawrence did invent the cyclotron and it is a proton accelerator. That is Ernest Lawrence, Professor of Physics at University California, Berkley. By 1970, the cyclotron wasn’t anything especially new, Lawrence invented it in 1929 and received the Nobel Prize for Physics for it in 1939. As a matter of interest, the first cyclotron was only 4 inches long! Of course, we do have large-scale underground particle accelerators – the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) at CERN is nearly 27 miles long and of course underground, as deep as 175m beneath the Swiss-France border. So, the particle accelerator in a cave system is a reasonable piece of science. I wonder if any children of the Pertwee generation now work at CERN as a result of this?

Race or genetic memory. Jung’s ‘collective unconscious’. Well the jury is still out on that as an idea or rather it seems it is no longer really much in favour. Behaviours are somehow ‘transmitted’ to offspring without social or experiential learning – otherwise species that invest no time at all in parental care (lots of invertebrates, a lot of amphibians and reptiles for example) would not know how to forage, where to migrate to, what to eat, how to navigate mate etc. without this. Take a Sea Turtle hatchling – it never sees its parent. Its mother’s role is done as soon as the egg is laid and she heads back to sea. It knows how to break out of the egg case, how to tunnel to the surface and head out to sea. It isn’t taught that – it is hard wired into it, if it is female it will instinctively know to navigate back to the same beach to lay its own eggs, assuming it is lucky enough to survive. Similarly, birds or butterflies that migrate huge distances alone – in the case of some butterflies on a generational journey that even their parents would not have made. So, there is some mechanism for ‘information’ to be passed between generations without experience or learning. That isn’t quite what this is about in the story though – here the genetic memory of a fear of the Silurians has been passed down through the generations. It has somehow been encoded in the genetic makeup of primates, passed down from our oldest ancestors, between species and is capable producing not just a response of fear and panic – but also a cultural response – in the form of cave art, visually representing the Silurians and a whole host of species that the artist cannot have personally seen.

Cave art of Chauvet

The simply stunning Palaeolithic cave art of Lascaux (referenced in Mac Hulke’s novelisation – “Doctor,’ said Liz, ‘aren’t those drawings like the ones at Lascaux?’ Liz had once visited the famous caves at Lascaux in southwest France. Those French caves had been discovered by four schoolboys back in 1942.”) and Chauvet in France date between 20 and 30,000 years ago. And so again, we have a discrepancy, most of the species depicted are relatively recent – from the Pleistocene epoch. A cold time, marked by glacial and interglacial periods, not that suitable in the most part, for reptile men. Some species depicted in those caves (or on the wall of. a medical facility at Wenley Moor) still survive (Red Deer or the Wisent – the European Bison) or survive in domesticated form (the Aurochs/cow, the horse). Some became extinct relatively recently (within 5-30,000 years) – the Mammoth, the Irish Elk, the Cave Lion, Cave Bear etc. I can’t remember any reptiles in European cave art though. Despite all of the discrepancies – this is a really great idea. Several future stories (‘Blood Heat’ and ‘Bloodtide’) make much greater use of the ‘race memory’ idea – in the case of ‘Blood Heat’ the Silurians have even honed it as a weapon.

And we have the idea of continental drift – a relatively old concept, theorised by Alfred Wegener in 1912, but surprisingly disputed until relatively recently – in the 1950’s and 60’s. Dr Quinn has a globe showing the Earth at the time when the Silurians lived (in who knows what geological era). That globe does resemble the world of the super continent Pangea, which started to break up in the Jurassic and Cretaceous and which by the Eocene would have been much more familiar topographically to us today through plate tectonics.

So overall, it is a really mixed bag really to say the least. However, it has to be said that there are some great ideas contained in ‘The Silurians’ – wrong (mostly) or right, if nothing else it is another example of the show engaging young minds in interesting scientific and moral concepts. And despite its many faults, none of them, it has to be said, annoy me anywhere near as much as the moon is an egg or that electric eels apparently exist in Scandanavia.