Sat Apr 16, 2005 11:38 am
Brenda's husband writes:
I watched Doctor Who when I was a kid. Back then, it had laughably bad special effects, cheap-looking aliens, and some quite silly storylines. For those who have never seen or heard of it, the show is about a bloke who travels through time and space in a blue Police telephone box. Over the years different actors have played the Doctor because he's an alien and can therefore change his physical appearance every so often.
Despite looking as though it had been produced on a budget of £2.50 an episode it was hugely popular. Children cowered behind sofas when scary tinfoil-clad robots appeared, and I - in my younger and more vulnerable years - loved it. Well, until Colin Baker got the gig, turning the Doctor into a much grumpier time traveller. Anyway, the show went into decline, and sometime in the late Eighties (during the reign of Sylvester McCoy), the BBC finally put it out of its misery.
Now it has been brought back, with Christopher Ecclestone playing the Doctor, and Billie Piper (she of "Because We Want To" fame) as his assistant. Yes, it's still silly, but the writers are mining a rich vein of irony and self-reference, as if to take the mick out of twenty-something years of the Doctor's sci-fi capers. So the show used to have have their aliens dressed in cheap plastic masks? Great! Let's have the new series kick off with a story about aliens disguised as shop mannequins!
Imagine if they made a new series of Hawaii 5-0, or Fantasy Island, or whatever it was you watched when you were about ten. Suppose it was all "postmodern" and had decent actors and everything. Wouldn't you be intrigued? That's why - for me, at least - Doctor Who is worth watching on Saturday evenings (despite the flatulent aliens in tonight's episode).
PS, My wife is very cool, although she probably won't ever let me on here again. Goodnight!