Dark Water and Death In Heaven
Series Eight, Episodes Eleven and Twelve
Somewhere out there, perhaps in a parallel universe where we've all got evil beards and eye-patches, it is okay to make a TV series without arc plots or finales. "What's wrong with arc plots and finales?" you ask. Well, nothing on the face of it, but you try doing them nine years in a row. After Daleks, Cybermen, the Master, Time Lords, the Silence, the Great Intelligence and assorted collections of all of the above, we're through the bottom of the barrel and bothering the earthworms. Do we have to keep doing it like this?
Bearing that in mind – and my tendency on seeing an arc hint to hum The Magic Roundabout and contemplate what's for dinner – Series Eight does have an interesting hook. Not Missy, the mysterious figure whose identity most of us guessed within minutes; nor the ongoing story of Clara and Danny, too much of which takes place off-screen for me to really invest; also not the Doctor's ongoing quest to find out what kind of man he is. We'll get to all that in a minute, but it's generally a mix of the obvious and the who-cares-anyway. No: the interesting bit is that people keep dying, and we're going to find out where they go when that happens.
|Just kidding. The real arc is Is It Me, Or Does His Hair Keep Changing?|
Sorry, I should probably emphasise that bit: Danny's dead. And he doesn't go out saving the Earth or doing anything exciting. He gets hit by a car while on the phone to Clara. Steven Moffat has a tendency to avoid death in Doctor Who, preferring to couch the subject in fairy dust and timey-wimeys, so this is real progress: not just death, but ordinary, real, tragically dull death at that. Clara's reaction, dead-eyed fugue followed by psychotic determination to force the Doctor to help, feels very real as well.
Yes, Clara, you have got my attention. The bit where she threatens to destroy the TARDIS keys if the Doctor doesn't help is a masterclass for both of them. She's been called a control freak before, and it's nice to actually see it in action, even if my first instinct would have been to boot her out of the TARDIS pronto. The Doctor is more sympathetic: though coldly analytical about why he can't change Danny's timeline, and ferociously determined to wrench back control of the situation, he ultimately wants to help. Even she's surprised at that. (You would think that puts an end to the "Am I a good man?" debate, but no, there's more of that to come.) Then it's back to the telepathic TARDIS controls, and off we go to find Danny. Barely ten minutes in, Jenna Coleman and Peter Capaldi are doing some of their best work this year. Capaldi in particular is striking just the right balance between alien coldness and Doctorly charm.
We arrive at a funeral parlour run by Missy. (More on her in a minute, but suffice to say, Michelle Gomez is very funny and plays vivaciously off Capaldi.) There's something odd about the place, not least that the dead are sitting in water tanks, surrounded by "dark water" that only shows organic material. (If it sounds oddly pointless, that's because it's only there for a big reveal later on. They will never mention it again after that.) It turns out the dead have been sending us messages, most notably: "Don't cremate me." Cue angry letters to the BBC. Yes, they went there: the dead remain conscious. Sweet dreams.
This unsettled me enormously the first time I saw it, just as it was meant to. I've had loved ones cremated, chances are so have you. Still, it's a fictional show with the aim of scaring people, and this fits the bill. Despite what the writing suggests, it's hardly an idea "that has never occurred to anyone throughout human history". (Very few of Steven Moffat's ideas are.) And it's not even true within the episode. Dying people's minds are being downloaded by Missy. If there's a real Afterlife, they haven't got there yet. Creepy and upsetting as it is, there are enough disclaimers for them to get away with it.
|How can we lose lovely, gender-irrelevant Osgood, but not the naff Paternosters?|
Is it too late to kill them instead?
It's around here that the penny drops – specifically, the moment the dark water starts to drain. (Very slowly, I might add.) Dun-dun-DUN: the dead bodies are actually Cybermen!
The BBC didn't do a very good job of keeping this secret, but even so, how disappointing. The Cybermen just aren't all that interesting. They tend to behave like more boring, standy-uppy Daleks that are easier to kill, and they've got a nasty habit of making up the rules as they go. They've acquired random superpowers, like super-speed and detachable body-parts, and subsequently ditched them; they've gone from scooping out your brain to stapling themselves together over your body, to infecting you like the Borg; now they can fly like Iron Man, and touching one particle of a Cyberman is enough to make you fully convert. Having to scream "CHANGE PLACES!" every time they show up is not exactly a good sign. And it hardly seems worth it, as they're still bloody tedious, even with that jaunty, hilarious little walk of theirs.
This week, as well as rocket feet and "Cyber-pollen", there's an emotional element: they are the dead, stumbling out of their graves and struggling to make sense of things. Or they're really sleepy. (Well, do you know why they're not doing anything?) Danny is a Cyberman now, with his emotions in check – nobody forced him to lose them, and it's not clear how many other Cybermen did the same, which is a bit of a flaw in the plan to be honest. Bewildered, listless and pretty much harmless, these new Cybermen are a good deal more sympathetic, which is one way to handle them, I suppose. If they were ever frightening, they're not any more. The sense of threat in the episode is a bit nebulous because of this.
And once again, they're only the foot soldiers. (Which is frankly another bullet point on the Why They're Rubbish list.) Missy is the brains of the operation, and dun-dun-DUN, she's really the Master! Missy, Mistress, Master... yeah, that'll be another Steven Moffat Mystery That Isn't All That Mysterious, then. But anyway. The Master is back.
I'm in two minds about this. Michelle Gomez is very entertaining, and she's more frightening than John Simm, though with all due respect to adorable little Simmypoos, who resembles a child's drawing of a teddybear, that's not hard. She completely sells the idea that the Master has swapped genders, and there's actually a bit of Simm in the performance, that same over-the-top villainous glee which I, er, loved so much last time.
|"I'll give him an army of Cybermen, and then we'll be friends again!"|
"Is that before, or after you throw him out of a plane?"
"SHUT UP CRAZY IS TALKING."
The Master, much like the Cybermen, just isn't my cup of tea (especially when they're determined to keep writing him as the Joker), and doing a Buy One Get One Free in the same episode doesn't do either of them any favours. Still, their plot is just window-dressing for what the episode is really about: the real arc plot is the character stuff, the Doctor, Clara and Danny. Is he a good man? Can she make her relationship work? Is there more to a soldier than killing people?
This stuff has left me cold throughout Series Eight, and its importance is largely why this run of episodes hasn't been my favourite. Danny's not a bad character, but he's a bit obvious. We learn nothing about his war guilt here, via flashback and interview with the victim, that wasn't painfully clear when he blubbed over it in Episode Two. Even worse, I was never sold on his relationship with Clara. It just won't work: she likes travelling, but he doesn't think it's necessary. She keeps lying to him and he (understandably) doesn't like that. As for their great attraction, the bit that presumably overcomes that other stuff, it just isn't on the screen. They like each other – sorry, love each other because the writers say so. Shrug.
And unfortunately, their great love is what saves the day. After Danny deletes his emotions (but still mysteriously gets to keep them), it's love that makes him encourage all the other Cybermen to disperse the clouds of Cyber-pollen by exploding in the sky (because they had nothing better to do?). Just when Steven Moffat starts killing people off for realsies, including Osgood who I really liked, god damn it, it's disappointing to end on something as fairytale as the power of love. Again. (If I had my way, only Back To The Future would be allowed.) It also undoes the tragic ordinariness of Danny's original death. What with all the goalpost-shifting on the subject of the Afterlife, and Danny and Clara's descendent we met in Episode 4, it doesn't even seem likely he's going to stay dead. Once again, shrug.
As for Clara, she's made great strides this series: she's finally got reasons to like or dislike the Doctor, reasons to want to stay at home as well as travel the universe (instead of just doing both because um), but I'd still be perfectly happy if she didn't come back for Series Nine. They keep ramping up her importance and her apparent Doctorliness, reaching a head in the puzzingly unconvincing "I'm the Doctor" teaser, but a lot of the time I just don't believe she's a real person. Crucially, I'm more than ready for a series of Doctor Who that isn't all about her.
|Funny gag and everything, but was it worth it?|
Her "brilliant ruse" didn't even fool the Cybermen, let alone us.
Blimey, that's a tough one. I'm going to stick my neck out and guess yes, since his desire to combat evil and encourage good is the premise of the fucking series. He may not be very nice since Peter Capaldi showed up, but you'd need to have a brain the size of a walnut to think he wasn't a force for good any more. What he's doing every single week? Zipping around and helping people? Well then. And wouldn't you know it, that's the conclusion he reaches here. Duh. Why even ask?
It's like threatening to kill him off at the end of the season, or teasing us with his real name. We're not idiots; we know you won't do it. All this time spent examining the Doctor has taught us precisely sod all that we didn't already know. Death In Heaven builds and builds to this, complete with soul-searching flashbacks, but it's a damp squib when we get there.
(I should probably mention the plot, and how both UNIT and the Master randomly want to give the Doctor ultimate control over life and death, and how that leads into the episode's theme of whether absolute power would corrupt him absolutely. And now I have. They don't really go into it in either case – he doesn't need to make any presidential decisions and he immediately hands the Cyber army over to Danny – but yeah, I could have told you whether he'd go nuts before you even asked. So could any Doctor Who fan. Fingers crossed, we can move on now and stop the redundant Doctorly navel-gazing.)
His morality is decided, at least temporarily; the Master still needs disposing of. To save Clara's soul, the Doctor volunteers. It's a bit of a "whatever" moment, however, as someone else immediately steps in and does it for him. Again. (The chances of it being an actual death, rather than some sort of cheaty teleport, are hilariously slim. This is the Master, after all.) As for her killer, much has already been said about the Cyber-Brigadier, and how that's not the fate many of us wanted for one of Doctor Who's enduringly beloved characters, especially as Steven Moffat only tossed it in there to mop up one lingering plot strand and presumably, as is his wont, make another grubby, permanent mark on Doctor Who fandom. I don't have much to add, because I'm still too angry to articulate, but wouldn't it be nice if showrunners had really stringent script editors? Just in case any of their ideas were, you know, complete and utter shit.
Death In Heaven is pretty much all downhill from the moral quandaries of Dark Water – really, we begin tobogganing as soon as the Stompymen arrive. It's silly, a bit fuzzy-headed and disappointing. But it does end well. In a piece of really nice writing, the Doctor and Clara ostensibly part ways, both by lying to each other. She says she's happy with Danny, who has successfully returned from the dead (although that wasn't what she meant to say); he says he's found Gallifrey and is going home (although the Master lied and it isn't where she said it was). It's not the end for these two – the comedy coda makes that clear – but it's brilliantly played by both of them. Capaldi's reaction to "Gallifrey", via flashback, is terrifying.
|"How's the episode coming, Steven? All dark and deathy?"|
"Yes! It'll upset a few people. But it's time we went darker."
"Hitting send and OKAY NOW IT ENDS WITH SANTA CLAUS."
So. Series Eight. Not good enough, really. Peter Capaldi (and to a lesser extent Jenna Coleman) is carrying it, which is precisely what I was expecting. The bad, or heavily flawed episodes outnumber the good ones. Actually, there wasn't a single one I'd recommend at the top of my lungs, although Flatline and Mummy On The Orient Express had much to admire. It's all been too introspective, too much time wasted asking the wrong questions, and good god, that's enough with the arc plots. With any luck, Series Nine will put the stories first, and there'll be more than just a fantastic lead actor to write home about. Frankly, Matt Smith put up with enough of that already.