EIGHTH
DOCTOR | INVADERS FROM MARS |
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"...I liked INVADERS
despite it being |
hamstrung
by the show's cognitive coding, |
like
the majority of WHO fiction..." |
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STORY
PLOTLINE
Hallowe’en
1938.
A month after a mysterious meteorite lit up the skies of New York State; Martian
invaders laid waste to the nation. At least, according to the soon-to-infamous
Orson Welles they did. But what if some of the panicked listeners to the legendary
War of the Worlds broadcast weren’t just imagining things?
Attempting to deliver Charley to her rendezvous in Singapore 1930, the Doctor
overshoots a little, arriving in Manhattan just in time to find a dead private
detective. Indulging his gumshoe fantasies, the Doctor is soon embroiled in the
hunt for a missing Russian scientist whilst Charley finds herself at the mercy
of a very dubious Fifth Columnist.
With some genuinely out of this world ‘merchandise’ at stake the
TARDIS crew are forced into an alliance with a sultry dame called Glory Bee,
Orson Welles himself and a mobster with half a nose known as THE PHANTOM.
And slowly and surely, something is drawing plans against them. Just not very
good ones...
COMMENT Spoliers
ahead
Stylistically, we’re in Saward and Holmes country.
Snappy dialogue,
double acts and pastiche written large. With that said, in no way does this transcend
the Light Entertainment (LE) glitter-covered stake hammered remorselessly into
the programme’s chest by John Nathan-Turner.
Still, should it? It depends what you want from DOCTOR WHO.
This audio presentation is reminiscent of something that could have been churned
out during the Colin Baker or Sylvester McCoy years. Think REVELATION
OF THE DALEKS or THE HAPPINESS PATROL. The arch performances
are competent, lowest common-dominator LE standard fare and this is not necessarily
a bad thing either; it depends whether you expect WHO programmes to be ‘high
drama’ (which they never were, of course) or ‘high camp’. It
is indicative that I cannot clearly delineate between McGann’s Doctor characterisation
and Davison’s’.
The central concept is a admirable one. Placing the Doctor at the heart of the
Welles Martian scare in New York while adopting a 1930s pulp fiction tone is
an expedient jumping off point. David Benson impersonates the young Welles (famous
for his impressively accurate one-man show, My Life With Kenneth Williams)
to amusing effect. Remember the voice of The Brain in PINKY AND THE BRAIN?
That’s what you get here.
John Houseman turns up (a respected multi-talent in the US remembered for the
old geezer who tells the ghost story at the start of John Carpenter’s THE
FOG) but the voice interpretation is way off the mar; far too English.
With the exception of the aliens, the stereotypical ‘he’s behind
you’ baddie is Cosmo Devine, a smug, sneeringly oily retch who sounds as
trustworthy as Winona Ryder is in a Hollywood fashion boutique. However, Pegg’s
Don Chaney gangster is immediately recognisable as sub-Holmes pastiche. A character
called Mouse sounds like a whingeing Woody Allen. The ‘real’ aliens
are nicely performed and Sawardesque: one, articulate and relatively thoughtful
if a little slow, the other, a wild ranting beast. See? All very familiar stuff.
That’s pastiche for you.
I liked INVADERS FROM MARS despite it being hamstrung by the
show’s cognitive coding, like the majority of WHO fiction
(God bless Tulloch and Alvarado!); it is an eclectic hybrid of familiar-yet-modern DOCTOR
WHO. Certainly, it has ‘thoroughbred’ fan credentials and
backing: Mark Gatiss, Jessica Stevenson and Simon Pegg have a built-in ‘cult’ factor
appeal given their respective LEAGUE OF …" and SPACED connections.
Naturally, there are some fine grin-provoking moments but my favourite was McGann’s
parting advice to Orson Welles regarding THE MAGNIFICENT AMBERSONS (which
as he quickly points out, Welles had not created yet).
And it may be just me, but the line "Keep your eyes peeled for Charley" sounds
like a quip made on a street corner in Walthamstow.
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CONTRIBUTOR |
SIMON CUNNINGTON |
EOH
RATING |
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INFORMATION |
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Paul
McGann
India Fisher
Writer
Mark Gatiss
Director
Mark Gatiss
Cover Design
Clayton Hickman
Music/Sound Design
Alistair Lock
Theme Re-arranger
David Arnold
Production Code
8F
Recorded
16/17.01.01
Released
01.2002
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