xtian wrote: ↑
Tue Jan 14, 2020 9:38 pm
I watched the new season like I would watch a party of people talking to each others having no idea who they are and what they are talking about. too many characters and no coherent dynamic in my humble opinion.
Very astute, I agree entirely.
I loathe being the guy complaining about too much diversity
. I don't, there's really no such thing. But this just feels forced. Just as forced as some other story getting whitewashed. The cast being selected for demographics before the stories are written, and sometimes after the stories were written and then needed "correction".
"Let's have a black guy who is also disabled, but not so much that it would come up almost ever, let's have a non-white woman, oh and she should be a cop so kids can look up to a cop, but make sure her cop job comes up rarely, if ever, and let's have someone old."
To me, it looks like choosing the companions was handled like decorating a Christmas tree. Everyone gets to hang something on it, not matter whether the final result looks good, and entirely disconnected from the gifts (the plot) the would be placed under it.
A disabled companion, with a disability that comes up more than twice a season, that would have been a cool new take. Or the old fella. I can't even remember his name. But we saw at least one special where the post-2005 Doctor had an older gentleman at his side, Wilfred. Who was fucking brilliant.
Martha Jones and Bill Potts got in and came across like just the new companion
, a full character, a person, and not "some character ticking a diversity box".
Chibnall's Doctor is exactly the kind of show that the people who usually complain about "too much diversity" will point at to demonstrate how "too much diversity" ruins a show.
While it's not the diversity that does that, but the way they crammed them all into a show that has a premise suited for two, maybe three regulars max.
One companion, two on occasion, that has been the standard for the Doctor at least since 2005.
Classic Doctor Who had started out with three, but that was dialed back and, as far as I can tell, most (not all) of classic DW stuck with one or two.
That shit worked, and it worked well. With the little Army she's got now, you never have to see one of them go off on their own and be in singular peril. You can evenly divide a regular cast of four and still nobody is on their lonesome, and that takes away a lot, a great big lot, of the drama.
To get anyone on their own, they need either three or four subplots, or one with a group of three plus whoever is on their lonesome.
The former requires too much stuff happening in parallel, while with the latter, one subplot is just going to have too many characters in it, too much going on. Which will either result in the regulars taking up so much real estate in the plot, whatever the story is about, any visiting/recurring/incidental characters are relegated to the background and can't be properly explored. OR one or more of the regulars are reduced to that fate.
Which would be bad. But in the last season, and to all appearances in the new seasons, those are coupled with lazy, ill considered writing that doesn't seem to be aimed for any specific audience.
"What? It's a kids' show, get off it!"
Unless you think that conflict between a mother and her estranged daughter should involve a literal, lethal-firearm Mexican standoff between the two, the daughter mining the mother's business with IEDs, and both of them going down in a Butch-and-Sundance blaze of glory.
Not to mention the senior citizen who begged someone kill him after the monsters got him, or his elderly fiancee sacrificing herself, being ripped apart alive, screaming, with a companion staring in (very credibly acted) horror.
Episode two/three (depending on how you count with the Christmas special) was absolutely NOT for children. Not "oooh, scary monster, hide behind the sofa" stuff. Closer to My First PTSD* sort of stuff.
All bundled with a very, very heavy handed ecological message that, curiously, they manage to relegate to some by the way stuff.
Oh, and a computer virus, that's also a physical, maggot-shaped entity that can infect a human, who can be cured with an empty skittles bag, in which the "virus" is captured... a virus that can then trigger an immune reaction in an isotope of a chemical element that somehow adds another neutron?!
Lazy writing, coupled with shit that I know, here in potato, would get a cinematic release a 16 rating (that is, no admitting anyone not yet 16 years old).
*I know what that shit looks like from the inside, and I have no doubt that a child watching this, unprepared for the fucking horror elements, seeing the characters that should come across like the lovable grandparents meeting their ends as they do, might indeed be traumatized.
Once upon a time, Doctor Who indeed
was a kids' show. And was intended to be educational, teaching science and history.
Obviously, the guerilla education aspect went away decades ago.
But this show doesn't even try. Whoever writes those scripts, and whoever approves them, evidently has no interest in even pretending there is such a thing as science, OR such a thing as history.
Seriously, the show famously introducing the young and impressionable audience to historical events and time periods, it just SHITS a great, big, steaming turd on even fairly recent history.
I have the impression that it's not so much they don't know how the anything
works. But that they seriously don't care, are not willing to allow that some outsider (like a scientific advisor, or anyone able to fucking look shit up on Wikipedia) should have any authority about the product of their (the writers'/producers') genius. Oh, I've driven the plot into a wall... ah, fuckit, I can just jack-in-the-box or Deus-Ex this shit, it's not like it's a serious show. Oh, I can say it's the whoop-de-whap! Fuck, I don't need to look that shit up, it's not like anyone cares about the logical sense this makes. I don't care, and I know best, which is why I get to write this shit! WHENCH! COCAINE!!
Actually, no, that is unfair. I'm sure that, if the show had been written in a cocaine induced stupor, it might actually have been entertaining.
If there were absolutely anything to be afraid of, don't you think I would have worn pants?
I said I have a big stick.