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Posted by:
Jack Graham
6 years, 1 month ago
Lytton and Griffiths are wandering across a quarry. It actually
is a quarry. Something is being dug up or mined there, by slaves watched over by Cybermen.
Lytton has a device that detects Cybermen.
"There are two very close," he says.
"That's right!" shouts a very human voice from behind him.
Bates and Stratton - two escapees from the Cybermen's labour gangs - disarm and frisk Lytton and Griffiths.
Lytton has been looking for them, and they've been looking for him.
"Are they Cybermen?" asks the perplexed Griffiths.
"Almost," says Lytton, amused.
"This is what the Cybermen do to you..." sneers Bates, removing his glove and sleeve to reveal a cybernetic arm, a chilly construct of steel and pulleys. His metal hand closes on Griffiths' fleshy one and squeezes. Bates watched Griffiths' pain with dead eyes.
"How much of you?"
"Arms and legs."
Bates and Stratton are rejects from the Cyber-conversion process. The Cybermen turn their rejects - the ones that cannot be entirely consumed - into labourers in their quarry.
So... the Cybermen
start with the arms and legs. The legs that give locomotion. The arms and hands that lift and move and ...
Posted by:
Jack Graham
9 years, 2 months ago
The Curious Orange, before he got the Lee & Herring gig.In the mid-1980s,
Doctor Who (perhaps influenced by a cultural context in which a strict matriarchal figure was punishing the British people for their own submerged desires) developed a habit of delving into surprisingly murky and morbid corners... and no story has corners quite as murky and morbid as 'Revelation of the Daleks'. The undercurrents in this strange tale include unrequited love, lust, suicide, alcoholism, putrefaction, mutilation, cannibalism and even – obliquely – necrophilia. This is a story that has a perverse, sexless, destructive, sado-masochistic anti-romance at its core, relegating all the stuff about galactic conquest to the sidelines.
Naturally, displaying obtuseness that is almost customary, most commentators have missed this and worried volubly about the least of the story’s delectable sins: the onscreen violence, which is only startling when judged against the largely implicit jeopardy of the Davison era and hardly compares to the extremes of, say, ‘The Brain of Morbius’. But ‘Revelation’ looked tame even then, even by the standards of material made for kids. Have you seen
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom? It’s torture porn for finger-painters
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THE DORIAN MODEThe literary novel that ...
The Curious Orange, before he got the Lee & Herring gig.