Doctor Who
Knock Knock
Series Ten, Episode Four
New writer, everyone! Get the nice china! And Mike Bartlett has quite a prestigious job
to do, handling the first “scary one” of Series Ten. Small group of people trapped in a creepy old
house, creaky floorboards, sinister guest star?
What’s not to like?
Probably my favourite scary film
is The Haunting, and the most famous
bit in that is just a load of knocking on a door, so an episode called Knock
Knock is off to a good start with me. And
I was a student once, so I’ve been in that boat of having no accommodation when
term’s almost upon you. Now that’s scary. (I also had a housemate that disappeared, but
I’m pretty sure she wasn’t eaten by space bugs.
I ought to check, really.)
Incredibly, they don't do that joke. You know the one. (Didn't stop the BBC announcer though, did it?) |
Stuck for accommodation, Bill and
half a dozen fellow students meet The Landlord (no name; bit odd that nobody
asks), who gleefully points them to a huge house they can rent for cheap. Is it too good to be true? Well duh; not one of them bothers to read the
contract, including Bill, so I’m sort of with David Suchet on this one. The Doctor helps Bill move, cannily elucidating
what a huge help the TARDIS would be in that situation. Of course he only has to glance at the house
to know something is wrong, and he promptly embroils himself in their first
night at home.
There’s something very satisfying
about locking a bunch of characters in a house and letting the plot unfold more
or less in real time. The Doctor puzzles
out what’s happening as it goes along, noticing the trees outside are moving
despite no breeze, flagging that a housemate remaining unseen in his room for
an entire day isn’t normal for anyone, and immediately clocking something very
odd about Suchet’s kindly-yet-creepy Landlord.
Some serious guest star power here: Suchet plays it like Mole from Wind
In The Willows, but with an evil agenda that keeps slipping his mind. You never know how complicit he is in the
deviousness that’s going on, which works given his reasons later on. You’d be right to think that getting him and Peter
Capaldi in a room together was worth tuning in for; Capaldi has so utterly hit
his stride now, he can make eating a crisp look interesting, or make a smile
terrifying. (He also slips into a Tom
Baker impression at times, which few could get away with.)
The episode wobbles a bit early
on with the Doctor-Bill relationship.
She’s really keen to keep her private life and her, uh, Doctor Who life separate. This is annoying because virtually every
companion since 2005 has kept one foot in their living room at all times – forget
traveling through time and space and changing your life, what about the safety
blanket? But it’s also unearned. Bill’s university studies and her life with
the Doctor are linked: he’s her tutor
and it’s his input that got her there, plus he’s the reason she has any photos
of her mum, so she’s got even more reason to have him in her life. Fair enough if there’s a reason for Bill to
act like an awkward kid being embarrassed by her dad at the school gates, but
they haven’t set this up, so she’s just a bit of an arse towards him. (They don’t even give her the obvious reason,
a housemate she fancies and wants time alone with. Quite the opposite, with a misunderstanding
about orientations.) At least this gives
Capaldi some amusing business, like insisting he doesn’t look old enough to be
her grandad. I love when the Doctor
doesn’t register his own appearance, like thinking he did look old enough to be Amy’s dad when he looked like Matt Smith. And it’s always nice to reiterate that the
Doctor = a grandfather figure.
Anyway, we’re here for the
creepy, so something weird has to happen and somebody has to snuff it. (Preferably multiple somebodies.) Knocking isn’t actually integral to this; everything
in the house creaks all the time, but
there’s only one scene with a sinister knocking going from door to door on its
own, and that doesn’t really go anywhere.
Something is in the wood, and it eats people when there are high-pitched
noises. (Or, uh, when it wants to?) There’s some top notch screaming, generally from
the men because the companions aren’t allowed to do that any more, and a moment
when we see someone half-absorbed in wood is like something out of Guillermo
del Toro. Overall though, Knock Knock
mostly just talks scary, especially
when it turns out the problem is alien bugs.
This is personal preference, but for me the more “seen” the threat is,
the further it gets from an Old Dark House story. The moment it becomes about CGI creepy
crawlies, I lose a bit of interest.
So his music summoned the bugs, but is also keeping him here? Ah, who cares, it looks creepy AF. |
As for the bugs and what they’re
doing here, this is the messy bit. Suchet
is luring kids to his house every 20 years so the house can feed on them. (It prefers to feed on young people, judging
by some vague lines about “youthful energy”.) This in some way keeps his sick daughter alive,
as they have developed a symbiotic relationship with her. But why
do they want to keep her alive, besides bargaining for more kids to eat? And “alive” in this case means “made of wood
now”, which seems like a mixed blessing.
What would happen if they stopped?
Would she become more
wooden? I wondered if she was meant to
look more human once all the kids were dead, at least until another 20 years
goes by, but I assume not as we see the effect one of the deaths has on her and
it’s no effect at all, besides a shimmery thing. (She looks the same afterwards.) I wanted to know how Suchet even learned that
dead kids = alive-but-wooden daughter, and what happens to them both in the 20
years between feedings, but alas, these episodes are 45 minutes only, so we must
leapfrog through the “explanations” while the end credits tap their watch.
It all builds (too quickly) to a
satisfying climax between Suchet and his “daughter”. (Or is she?)
Epiphanies come a bit too thick and fast here – again with that troublesome
pacing – as the Doctor talks himself into understanding and her into
action. (I liked his line about “infodump,
then busk”, but I wish it wasn’t true every week.) Suchet is incredible here, bouncing between
malevolent and heartbroken, and Mariah Gale matches him, which is even more impressive
under all those prosthetics. Add Peter
Capaldi and well, yeah, it’s pretty good actually. Until Mariah saves all of Bill’s housemates, pulling
the last bit of scary rug out from under the episode and replacing it with a
fluffy pink carpet. That “eaten by bugs”
effect is genuinely horrifying, but once you’ve seen that it might as well be a
teleport. (Plus the finale is a bit of a mix of Love Conquers All and Heroic Self-Sacrifice; effective, but not exactly new ground.)
Cut to Nardole and something
playing a piano in the Vault (I hate myself for this, but I do want to know what’s in there), and that’s Knock Knock. It’s pretty good, rather unclear but not exactly stupid, creepy but could be a lot creepier, thank god for Suchet. There are some little arc-plotty touches if
you like that sort of thing, like all the grandfather bits and the rather
pregnant nod towards regeneration. (Nope,
lock the doors, we’re keeping him.) It’s another episode I’d struggle to say a lot about, but after The Pilot it’s the
best so far. Knock on wood.
Very nice review. Again, you liked it better than we did (we really are questioning why we call ourselves Who fans at this point, especially as we're even finding it too steep a hill to climb this season to watch them twice). We can see what you mean about del Toro, although we thought it was a reference to the Han Solo-frozen-in-panel thing ourselves.
ReplyDeleteHibguys. Ditto - I don't think you're being unduly harsh, really. I'm calling it the best since Ep 1, but the bar's not terribly high this year.
DeleteConversely, you liked Hide more than I did. Loved the effed up Harryhausen monster in that, but I think there were about three love stories by the end. Why does Doctor Who so often need to de-fang its threats? Everything so far in S10 has been just misunderstood. Grow a bleedin' backbone. Still, next week looks grim, if patented Moffat-style. (Not by him though.)