The first 2:15 of this episode are by far my favorite part of season 8 |
by E. Amato
We are ten – TEN – episodes in to Series 8 of Doctor Who. How did this happen?
The twelfth Doctor, Peter Capaldi, has a wardrobe, a new
bigger on the inside, and and and
yeah, not much else.
I was elated when Capaldi’s casting was announced. It felt
inspired and exciting. He had completely embodied the horrificent (yeah, I just
made that word up, but I’m pretty sure you get it) Malcolm Tucker and the
possibilities for his Doctor seemed endless.
I figured by episode four, five latest, he’d have his Tardis
legs. But it’s ten hours in and mostly what we have this season is Clara. While
Clara is beautiful, charming, smart, and I didn’t want to see her go, the show
is not called Clara. Maybe they feel
bad because they so blatantly refused the idea of a female Doctor (Helen
Mirren, please) and so they’re trying to balance things out. There are moments
when I feel like they’re focusing on her because they’ve chosen an older actor
for the Doctor and they’re scared the younger viewers they gained with Matt
Smith will wander away, so, Clara. They started to set up Danny Pink as someone
interesting, but as love interests will do, that whole thing became tiresome
rather quickly. Clara’s no longer the impossible girl, but then, who is she?
And who is Missy, because tbh, so far I don’t care about her, either.
The issues I’m having are not, of course, related to actors
who are handed scripts and generally make them better than writers could ever
hope. The issues lie elsewhere.
First, I need the Doctor. Don’t you? In a world of Ebola
scares that ignores fracking, the sneaky privatization of water, climate
change, a glaring imbalance in distribution of wealth, I need there to be an
hour a week where someone seems to care about humanity and all beings and finds
ways to create more and not less harmony, and oh, the characters don’t do
stupid – that’s important. It’s true – the thirteen Doctors have done some
awful things and have their share of self-loathing, but it’s that little bit of
self-loathing that makes them want to set things right – as opposed to a
self-loathing overload that makes you want to take everyone down with you.
Second, where has the greatest thing about Doctor Who disappeared to this season?
Where is the Doctor’s sense of wonder? The Doctor’s sense of wonder is the
greatest thing in the known universe. The enlightened “ah…,” the sudden eye
twinkle of understanding, the caught off guard by beauty moment, the solving of
an elegant puzzle with an even more elegant solution tingle? Where have these
gone? Why are they gone? If the showrunners and writers are making a point, I
think they’re taking the mighty long way around. If not, I think they’ve been
running and writing the show too long. Wonder is the hallmark of Doctor Who. It’s what makes it a kids’
show even when it deals with death and destruction; it’s why adults love it
even when it is about dinosaurs and moon babies and it’s what sets it apart
from almost every other piece of popular culture we create. Awe and wonder are
regular ingredients in Doctor Who and
they have gone missing, much to the detriment of the experience.
The latest episode, [SPOILERS} which featured an overnight
blanket of forestation protecting the earth
[End spoilers}, was rife with possibilities for wonder and awe, most of
them missed. Admittedly, it was the most visually compelling episode so far
this season, and it also had a level of good-naturedness to it that has been absent.
But the sheer scope and delight that you’d expect the Doctor to exhibit and
impart in the situation was just not there.
Enthusiasm goes a long way, but no one in the world of Doctor Who seems to have it anymore. To
say the writing has been uninspired is an unfair assessment, and a cop out.
Yet, the writing has either lost its way or is misdirected. There is a Doctor Who episode structure, style, and
format and it’s worked for seven seasons as far as I can tell, and yet, it’s
been discarded. Changing things up is good; removing things without bringing in
new things is not as good. It feels as though the writers are still figuring
out what the show is. But they know the show; they are the show.
They’ve yet to define Capaldi’s Doctor or make him
mysteriously and compellingly undefined. It is almost as though they are
intimidated by their casting choice. Matt Smith was a blank slate to the
audience, David Tennant largely so, as well. Eccleston brought all his
Ecclestonness with him and that worked perfectly. Capaldi is a known actor, has
had a career-defining role, and he can do anything at all you give him to do,
if you give him something to do. Please give him something to do. People are
commenting that the Doctor is darker, but to me, he’s just hidden or even
absent. Complexity is welcome; I’m just not sensing that in the episodes. I
suppose it could be daunting to write for someone who is all strengths, but
then, just build a better Doctor! Bring on a bigger challenge!
And then there’s this: racism. I’ve never before watched a Doctor Who and thought, um, why’d they
kill that dark-skinned guy? Why’d they make that person the criminal? But in
episode after episode this season, I had that weird little twinge you get that
says, “um, really?” I’m not alone in that, either. Doctor Who has always been an inclusive universe. But you can’t
include people of color just to kill them off in the first ten minutes, make
them the bad guys, or derisively call them P.E. teachers when they actually teach math.
It’s as if the values of this universe we’ve been enjoying
for decades have suddenly shifted without warning or cause. And in the end,
it’s the values that keep me watching. The Doctor listens. People’s stories and
experience are valued. The Doctor is caring and compassionate – even when all
external factors appear otherwise. Even when he has to do terrifying awful
things.
Lately I have been feeling a bit like I’ve wandered into a parallel timeline. Maybe I have, and maybe I'm watching some parallel season 8
of Doctor Who. Perhaps I will be filled with awe and wonder at the end of
the season. I hope so. I hope I’m so wrong about all this and the final
episodes bring everything around and together and are fantastic. I just don’t
get the sense that’s what’s going to happen. After the incredible 50th
Anniversary special and the impeccable Christmas special, it’s quite clear that
the creators of this show have mad skills, vision and heart.
I do feel our world has gotten uglier of late, and maybe the
writers and showrunners feel this, too. Maybe they are responding to this. But
if so, then go all the way. Let Capaldi off his leash and write him some The
Doctor could eat Malcolm Tucker for breakfast dialogue. Find your fearless and,
well, RUN!