Wednesday 28 March 2012

OTT: Major Shapp


OTT

Number One: Major Shapp


For the most part, Davyd Harries is one of the best things about The Armageddon Factor. He’s there in the background, pulling confused faces and looking generally perplexed by what’s going on. He’s not exactly understated but he's what the story needs to counteract the dullness of Merak in particular. Then, in episode 4 this happens...





What. The. Hell?

It is without doubt the most memorable moment in The Armageddon Factor, a six episode plod towards nothing worthwhile.

Davyd Harries, I salute you, your comedy pratfall, and the quality of your phallic imagery.

Art Gallery: The Caves of Androzani


Art Gallery


(Whispers) Welcome to the Target Art Gallery. Here in front of you is a genuine Andrew Skilleter, one of the most prolific Doctor Who artists of all time. This is his Caves of Androzani, a late masterpiece from his oeuvre, and a rendering of one of the finest Doctor Who stories of them all.

Note the breathtaking simplicity of the composition, and yet it is an image that says so much. The face of Sharaz Jek, a madman with a boob fixation, caught forever in appreciation of Peri’s most splendid rack. His eyes convey his yearning as he gazes up at a poster of Miss Brown in her Planet of Fire bikini tacked to his bedroom wall, wishing that John Nathan-Turner had kept his strange decision to keep the companions in the same costume beyond Season 19. His hands clutch up at his face as he plots the downfall of Morgus, wistful and lonely, his desk litter with screwed up paper from his attempts to find something – anything – to rhyme with Perpugilliam.

Yes, that’s right. Above his head is that most unique of images. Mr Colin Baker, in his only cover appearance, the mix of clashing colours a clear prelude of what is to come. It is the finest image of the lesser-talented Baker in what was ironically his finest story.

It is, I’m certain you’ll all agree, a masterpiece.

Carnival of Monsters: The Ergon


Carnival of Monsters

Number One: The Ergon.



I mean, seriously?


Q: Why did the Ergon cross the road?

A: He didn’t mean to, bless him. He was trying to walk in a straight line.



So Omega, the abandoned and bitter creator of Time Lord time travel, living in a lonely hell in an anti-matter universe, sustained only by the power of his own will, decides one day that he needs a friend, a loyal henchman who will do his bidding, provide deep intellectual company and be most pleasing on his non-existent eyes. After all, his gell-guards have become quite annoying ever since they discovered they could pop each other like bubble wrap.

So, in their place, he creates a walking chicken. When I say walking, I mean that in the loosest possible sense.

And Omega says he’s not insane...

Masterpiece Theatre: The Power of Kroll


Masterpiece Theatre #1

The Power of Kroll



Opinion would have you believe that The Power of Kroll is bad. Almost Season Twenty-Four bad.

In the 2009 Doctor Who Magazine Mighty 200 poll, Kroll lurked in the depths of the survey at number 174, down in the Who equivalent of the Marianna Trench with the likes of Colony in Space, Warriors of the Deep (Kroll versus the Myrka – there’s my idea for the Fiftieth Anniversary special, if you’re listening, Mr Moffat. You lot can keep your multi-Doctor dreams; mine’s a Brussels sprout/ pantomime horse smackdown. It’s possibly Gareth Roberts’ dream too) and Meglos .

 Sure, the direction is incredibly flat, I give you that, but throw producer Graham Williams a bone here. After all, Graeme Harper was still just a lowly Production Assistant and Nick Hurran was only nineteen, and probably busy chasing girls and drinking cider. Poor hapless Norman Underworld Stewart was the only man daft brave enough to take it on.

Sadly, the actors involved fail to see Kroll for the towering masterpiece it so nearly is. Philip Madoc, the World’s Greatest Welsh Actor, said of the story: ‘I didn’t find it a particularly interesting story.’ Mary Tamm thought it was ‘The worst filming experience that I had.’ Even Graham Williams griped that ‘The only Key to Time story that I didn’t much care for was The Power of Kroll. Most of the effects in that were actually rather tacky, and the sequence with the monster in the swamp was one of the worst effects shots that we ever had.’ (All quotes from Doctor Who Magazine: In Their Own Words Volume 3. If you’ve not read it, find it on eBay and buy it!).

Sadly they are all wrong.

For a start, Kroll as a monster is pretty successful, considering it (he? she?!) came during an era where money was too tight to mention, and fellow dodgy classic monsters from around that time included everybody’s favourite Taran Wood Beast, the king prawn takeaway of The Invisible Enemy and Erato.

At this point I have to make my declaration of vested interest. The image of Kroll rising out of the swamp is my first Doctor Who memory. It seared its way into my five-year-old brain so powerfully that even today I can’t see the matt lines that people say mar the effect so badly. Okay, I can really, and it is pretty poor, but it’s no worse than the Skarasen in Terror of the Zygons. Doctor Who has never been about the effects, otherwise nobody would love any of the Jon Pertwee stories. It’s about the imagination and the intent. In this case, the design of Kroll sells it, with that huge pulsating head and little rippling mouth bits, supported by strange squeaking noises.  I don’t care that it appears to be at best a quadtopus rather than the usual eight-tentacled variety. It’s an ace design, and one that terrified me as a kid.



10 Reasons why The Power of Kroll is mighty.

1.       Neil McCarthy, giving Thawn a sense of suppressed violence and dangerous bloodlust.

2.       Kroll attacks the refinery. There’s nothing wrong with the model work here.



3.       Rohm-Dutt, the original gunrunner, spiritual father to Stotz. A man who delivers faulty guns to a bunch of savages and then gets them to sign for them, but also a man with a conscience as he allows his affiliation to the Swampies to lead him into supporting them and to his inevitable death.

4.       The way the Doctor is given a drink by Mensch in Episode One, looks at it disdainfully and then puts it in his pocket, and nobody notices, including Norman Stewart probably.

5.       Philip Madoc, the World’s Greatest Welsh Actor™, lending a part he didn’t actually sign up to play a quiet boredom that grounds the story in the real world. The man was a genius, I tell you.

6.       The Swampies. It would have been so easy to write them just as ignorant savages, but every so often they confound expectations, putting the so-called civilised characters back in their places. Besides, the god they worship is real. They have proof of Kroll’s existence. That makes them more rational than most people.

7.       Rohm Dutt’s drillfly speech, another less-celebrated example of Robert Holmes’ gift for throwaway background detail.

8.       The sacrifice to Kroll dance. Why it never caught on in discos up and down the country, I’ll never know. An inspired mix of Adam and the Ants’ Prince Charming  arm gestures and MC Hammer’s U Can’t Touch This running on the spot. Obviously it was too far ahead of its time.

9.       John Abineri painted green, a colour that he remained for a few weeks after filming when the chemical remover didn’t work properly. He works wonders as Ranquin, despite being green and being lumbered with generic savage dialogue.

10.   Without Kroll, there would be no Caves of Androzani. After all, Androzani is made up of partially recycled squid, with a battle over something that in truth isn’t worth much, a lack of allies for the Doctor, bored psychopaths, matter of fact deaths, gunrunning. The themes in both stories are practically identical, but only one has a giant squid. All Kroll needed was Graeme Harper.

Doctor Who’s failures sometimes inform its biggest successes, and that’s why The Power of Kroll merits defending, because the power of its ideas were let down only by the execution, and that’s not Kroll’s fault.



Next Time on Masterpiece Theatre: Paradise Towers
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