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Showing posts with label torchwood. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 14 July 2009

Torchwood: Children of Earth

A few weeks ago BBC One devoted the whole 9pm to 10pm slot to Torchwood: Children of Earth. And it was good. Mostly...

The thing is that Torchwood has been ticking along rather nicely on BBC3 for some time now but, as with all things that attract a rating, it's seen itself pimped up through the channels in response to it's success. Series One was only on BBC3. Series Two migrated to BBC2 and now, here we are, premiering the third season on BBC1. Except it's only a five part series and there have been a few modifications that pretty much migrated me from the "regular viewer" category to the "devoted upset fan" box.

The first thing to say - and this is free from spoilers - there have been a few changes to Torchwood that are welcome. The budget seems to have ballooned for a start and that's no bad thing at all when you're looking for glossy sci-fi (though I'm not entirely sure why BBC1 viewers must have glossier than BBC2 viewers or BBC3 viewers... are they broadcasting different formats?!). However when Series One began it was clear the writers wanted to set Torchwood fairly far apart from Doctor Who and it primarily achieved this through a huge abundant amount of sex. Straight, gay, alien, even a beastie who shagged drunken Cardiff drinkers to death. And lo, it was rocking. A bit one dimensional but super dirty because Dr Who-niverse plus sex is a pretty exciting little combination, particularly if you were always into the mind-fuck of the immortal traveller more than the tacky plastic of the aliens encountered in abandoned Welsh slate mines. And Jack was gay and Ianto was heading that way and Tosh was falling for that alien/girl from My Family and they killed someone off in the first episode. Wow. Anyway...

That was on BBC3. When things migrated to BBC2 the sex seemed to morph into a sudden incestuous obsession: all the Torchwood team members were still bonking like rabbits but only each other. But that was OK as Captain Jack started more explicitly hanging out with Ianto, Gwen's dull hubby Rhys almost ended up slaughtered (that was an episode full of the hope of escaping suburbia I think) and Owen ended up the weirdly grey-skinned zombie we'd always suspected he was.

So to BBC1 and do we get less violence? Well not really (and here we will have spoilers). We had a man shooting his whole family dead, we had a child melted by weird noise, Jack died 6 times (thanks to You Have Been Watching for the body count) and they debated slaughtering 10% of all children. Also there were some quite nasty gory bits. So no less violence then and actually a welcome blast of tension and cynicism. But where had all the boffing gone? OK it was a week long run and, though not a real-time experience, it was supposed to be taking place over a few days. So that's probably OK. Although the resurrection of attempts to make Gwen and Jack glance sexily at each other continue to fail big time for me. The idea of them as a fake couple is too, well, improbable I think. John Barrowman, cheese-ter that he is, is quite frighteningly turned into a passable actor when faced with a believable love interest, so long may he be written as a character that will flirt with anything but has a particularly eye for the boys. But I digress.

There were four things that made me badly want to scream with annoyance in the week (bigger spoilers ahead):
  • Gwen's pregnancy - childcare just isn't exciting telly. And if you're cynically killing kids in the week why suddenly get fluffy? There was a super flexible option - leave Gwen pregnant and alive at the end of the episode but don't assume she safely makes it to full term (as that atrocious coda did). With all that explosive traumatic jumping about there was plenty of opportunity for chaos there. If Torchwood comes back for Season 4 and the baby is just an excuse for Rhys whimsy I will be pissed. If it's a horrible alien manifestation I'll be just about amused but I still think they missed the subtle open ended sane option to not commit...
  • The Rift was exactly where please?! You see the thing is that if you set up a universe and it's silly and full of aliens and such you better bloomin' make it make sense. It's like the Buffyverse: it doesn't have to make sense in the real world but it always has to make sense in the fictional universe you are in. So when Torchwood was blown up on Day One what exactly happened to Cardiff? Overrun with Weavels? Alien influx? Dark paramilitary forces running in to steal control of the Rift? You can't blow up a fictional piece of physics that easily Mr Russell T. Davies. It belittles all those who have already seen the show. And it actually mocks Doctor Who fans who also require that part of the Torchwood Universe to work - it's effectively the Tardis charger...
  • The Adventures of Captain Jack is the fear I have for Season 4 of Torchwood. After the shows had gone out someone tweeted that the show would be about "Captain Jack bumming his way round the universe. Literally". It's a comment I'd like to call homophobic but frankly the way the week was completed there was little left but Jack being the sexed up Who. Maybe that means Who is turning all suitable for the under 5's but with Stephen Moffat in charge there and Russell T. Davies still involved in Torchwood I have my fears far more about the latter than the former. Davies seems bored of Torchwood before it's barely begun. It's something he's done before: After an amazing cultural phenomenon with Queer as Folk he absolutely devalued that series with the shockingly rubbish Queer as Folk 2. It was like he'd shown up but couldn't be bothered to follow through with believable characters he'd initially set up. The self-destructive tone of Torchwood Season 3 makes me wonder if he's doing the same thing: deciding he likes the telly slot he's managed to open up but he'd rather do a new show instead. File this little rant under "deeply concerned at the ceasing of fun unwholesome Torchwood fun".
  • Ianto - why? Why why why? Why kill off just about the only sympathetic and complex character in the show (Gwen is complex but hardly sympathetic; Jack is complexly background-ed but his core personality seems pretty fixed; Ianto was confused about his sexuality, his place professionally, his class role, his relationship). And worse still why did we need to see his family as a sort of excuse for his dead: the gay brother sacrificed for a chavvy family of four. I'll be honest I was ready for the kids to be destroyed but in no way ready to give up a well written and acted character. It's a strangely homophobic move for me - you've had your coming out moment, you've had a relationship and now we have nothing left to write for you. That's a fairly bleak picture of inclusion in mainstream drama if ever I saw one. Maybe Russell wanted to reduce the amount of slash fiction out there... I suspect the opposite will be the outcome. As much of a feminist as I am I'd rather have a man-who-sleeps-with-men, a feisty woman and a pansexual alien as my leads. Not one depressed alien and a mommy. Gah!
So, what to do now? Well I've downloaded the mostly excellent Radio 4 Torchwood plays recently. Ianto and Jack are left room to develop their relationship very touchingly through bickering and affection. So I'll be re-listening to those when I need a fix. Series 1 and 2, which weeks ago I probably wouldn't have wanted to buy, may be worth grabbing for posterity. For all their cheapness they have big ideas and sexuality. Torchwood Season 3 did superbly for a great basic idea but all momentum was lost as a convenient and inexplicably neat series of fixes tidied everything up with soap opera like emotion. It's a classic Whovian issue which leaves me with two suggestions:

  1. Take a more Buffy view of your universe. There are no sacred cows but a relationship that's stable across two or three series and then goes badly wrong is much more interesting and surprising than one that is stable only for a few months. You can't keep all characters happy but you should let a bit of stability amek for plain fun episodes short on soap factors. Otherwise you should be writing "continuing drama" instead.
  2. To help you tie things up sensibly why don't you do something outrageously unusual: hire some writers who actually did science at A-level or at university. It would give the show a short of Star Trek-like big ideas + vague plausibility that would help tidy those endings up no end. What is actually happening and being researched is far more thrilling that what sits in the mind of a writer on their 20th plotline for a sci-fi format. So, subscriptions to New Scientist, Nature and Wired and a few accessible but informative tech/science mags would be a start. Some actual science journals would knock your socks off and a scientist on the writing team... well that might just flip you over the edge so that 100% of a series could be good, not just the first 70% of it!

Wednesday, 20 February 2008

Fitness, Fury and Faghaggery

Fitter
So firstly I am feeling, despite drinking lemsip as I type, a whole heap better today after a day off work sleeping, sleeping, sleeping and calming myself with Diagnosis Murder and Shaun the Sheep... Therapeutic stuff indeed. Also today's episode of Torchwood thanks to the magic of iPlayer as my missus (who came home at lunchtime today to make tonight's dinner and put it in the fridge like a true star) is out tonight at a meeting. It was a good Torchwood though I feel I'm missing out now that I've head about their alternative reality game The Torchwood Mission that goes with it curtosy of the Guardian Tech Weekly Podcast. Darn. BTW I'm all about the Ianto & Jack lovin. Sorta liking Martha Jones from Doctor Who (is it turning into a kids only show these days btw?) turning up. And worried greatly for Owen. Although he has weird skin. But I digress.

So, health mostly recovered, I am finally feeling up to homework which is how I shall spend the rest of this evening and tomorrow evening as I badly need to catch up and since this fortnight's topic is web2.0 and hypertext I'm all geared up and interested now that my head doesn't feel like a high pressure hot air balloon!

Fury!
Can you believe the new xenophobic immigration proposals today? Heather and I are irate not only because we have a little invested in the whole immigration law thing but also because we're not foaming crazed xenophobes. And we know just how much net contribution most immigrants make into the tax system. Indeed far from the tabloid view that all immigrants are benefits malingerers almost all legal immigrants are not actually allowed "recourse to public funds" until they are citizens after at least 5 years of residency here. And that's assuming they want to become citizens otherwise they get less recourse despite continuing to pay into the public purse. Perhaps all native dwellers who only take and do not contribute to the tax and national insurance systems should also have to make special payments as a malingerers tax to match the immigrant's tax. Or maybe we are a civilised country with a welfare state that should not be thinking that way.

Anyway the whole thing leaves me wondering:

a) What the fuck constitutes Britishness? I'm sure I don't know. And I suspect I wouldn't qualify if you tested me.

b) If Labour just turned slightly right wing of the BNP.

c) Just how many bloody bankers the government think they want in the country: with medical staff from outside the EU now barred, income and testing barriers to immigrants; £700+ fees for applications for leave to remain and the most prohibitive work permit applications possible they pretty much restrict non EU incomers to being millionaires in form-evading industries (who will likely keep their money elsewhere - like the "non-doms" the government is leaving in charge of Northern Rock) or illegal immigrants. "Normal" folks need not apply. Unless they wish to mortgage their soul and trade in their personality for a "British" cliche, Terrifying.

Faghaggary
On a much much lighter note. Today's Savage Love Podcast ended on a pleading note with Dan Savage, following a particularly sad caller ringing about the trauma of being a faghag who's fag was no longer interested, begging fags everywhere to be nice to their faghags when they've outgrown them. I felt quite the pang of sympathy as, whilst never invested in one of those straight girl/gay guy faghag situations (which is a bit different as there's always that weird possibility that maybe, just maybe, there'll be a full long term relationship not that very loving, very intense, very non-sexual thing to take a relationship's place) but being a bi/gay gal faghag is not wholly different so I can speak from experience that the break up of said almost relationship is quite traumatic. Thankfully my fag has stayed my pal but for a while there things were weird. And hey, we still hold quite the tie to each other. Anyway if you need a serious dose of education on faghags see The Object of My Affection. Far far far better than the borderline homophobic and generally excreble "comedy" Will & Grace where, regardless of how they sold the show, the will they/won't they plot was core to the entire horrible thing. Although Karen and Jack were far more a faghaggy pair they were just a bit too open to anything to properly get the vibe across. Wow. I'd forgotten how pleased I was when that show got cancelled. Phew...

Anyway I should go away and do my homework thang. And my Oscar ballot thang. Oh and to be impressed at the amazing age that Edna Everedge's eternal bridesmaid Madge reached - she just died aged 100 which is not bad at all especially as she only retired aged 98!

Oh and finally... I was listening to Radio 4's new Museum of Curiosity but I can't say I'm totally taken with it. Bill Bailey doesn't seem to be used to his best though Brian Blessed was entertaining and did a fabulous Tarzan call. Sean Lock's revolutionary scarf knot also gave me pause for thought. Problem is it seems to be Genius. Minus the geniuses... hmm...

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