And lo, the “It has been __ episodes since we transmitted a complete piece of shit” board in Chibnall’s office ticks upwards to 3 without unduly threatening to actually be good. Spyfall is much like “End of Days” and “Exit Wounds” in this regard—not so much competent as non-incompetent, television stitched together by someone who has seen enough of it to know where all the pieces are supposed to go, but who has at best a hazy understanding of why they go where they do or what their purpose is.
As with a lot of things that work this way—I made the same comparison last episode, but J.J. Abrams really is an obvious example—this results in a story that is mostly about whatever previous text the writer pinned up on their bulletin board as the model they’re going to emulate. Just like last week pinched set pieces from The Sontaran Stratagem/The Poison Sky and Army of Ghosts, this week we do Last of the Time Lords/The Sound of Drums and The Big Bang. Which, hey, nice to actually see Moffat get pilfered instead of undone. But on a broader scale, Chibnall’s main idea here seems to be nostalgia for the Davies era. On one level, fair enough. Last of the Time Lords was 13 years ago. That’s plenty of elapsed time for a nostalgia tour. On the other, the idea of Doctor Who during the Key to Time era slavishly recreating The War Machines would have felt jarring, and that’s roughly what’s happening here. It’s not that the statute of limitations on repeating this stuff has expired, it’s just that when the show has gone for an emphatic remake of past glories like this it’s never been a good thing—think Planet of the Daleks, Destiny of the Daleks, Arc of Infinity, or Attack of the Cybermen. Regardless of how good the stories are—and in no case has the answer been “very,” it’s just not a good sign for the show’s conceptual health when it’s being used as a vehicle for self-imitation. And yet here we are: a blithely homicidal Master, a destroyed Gallifrey, and secrets from Gallifrey’s ancient past.
I should stress that the problem here is imitation, not reference. This isn’t The Three Doctors or Remembrance of the Daleks or Hell Bent, remixing the past into something strange and new. This is a cynical feeling calculation—the show was a big pop culture hit during the Davies era, so if we do things exactly like they did then we’ll magically summon the audience back. Hey, we’ll even put the non-consensual mind wipes back in. As I’m writing this the overnights aren’t in yet, but one sincerely doubts this is going to work.
And yet, as mentioned, badness isn’t the problem this is having. In some ways this is a pity. Plenty of really bad Doctor Who is at least interesting, This is not that. The closest thing it has to a point—social media is bad—is lousy for all the same reasons the “oh no we actually have to talk” gag in Resolution was—a condescending “get off my lawn” whinge. This one is at least based in substance—social media privacy is a serious issue that could absolutely sustain a Doctor Who story. But this isn’t that. There’s less explanation of why the Kasavin’s scheme requires social media’s vast data collection than there is of how exactly human DNA is a storage medium. It’s just a moral delivered by Lenny Henry in a pointless villain monologue to a bunch of people who have bafflingly little reaction to what’s happening. Past that, the bits of iconography shuffle about, gamely arranging themselves into shapes that look vaguely like they did when this show had an actual writer running it.
As ever, the best moments are odd details, generally not ones that seem especially planned or thought through. Barton’s murder of his mother is underdeveloped and possibly better for it, a villain taking a few minutes out of his day to settle an arbitrary grudge. Ada Lovelace and Noor Inayat Khan are pleasantly random touches. “A grenade for your home” is actually funny. Grant’s laser shoes are far from my cup of tea, but pleasantly barmy.
Time to hand it over to the freelancers and hope they can make this exercise vaguely worthwhile.
- Some stunning moral dubiousness from the Doctor, who casually hands a POC over to the SS and wishes someone good luck a year before they die in Dachau. But hey, at least she’s a pacifist.
- I feel like I should have something to say about the Timeless Child, but mostly I’m at “god I hope it’s not just some Omelas bullshit where Rassilon was really mean to a kid once.
- Actually, the notion that there’s some exploitation or cruelty at the heart of the Time Lords’ dominance is a potentially good one with things to say about imperialism and the notion of dominion. Chibnall will of course whiff this utterly because his politics are a liberalism so incoherent it makes J.K. Rowling look good, but hey.
- Hard to see destroying Gallifrey again as anything good though. At this point there’s starting to be an ugly narrative gravity in both directions, so that the planet will just get nuked and rebuilt repeatedly whenever a showrunner feels lazy.
- Chibnall’s anxious relationship with the Moffat era deepens with a continuity botch that moves Gallifrey from the end of the universe to a bubble universe. One wonders if Chibnall has simply never seen Hell Bent.
- Absolutely no acknowledgment of Missy or her redemption arc. A Logopolis reference and a Three Doctors callback (which I actually enjoyed terribly), but no room to even acknowledge the Master’s character arc. Not even a cringey gender joke.
- Dhawan’s performance… does not really improve, settling on cranky murderousness and a lot of leering. He’s constrained by the writing, which doesn’t have anything for the character to do besides be campy and murderous, but the sense of comedown from Michelle Gomez’s triumph of a performance is extremely sharp.
- At least next week is Ed Hime, who turned in one of Series 11’s actually good episodes. Here’s hoping he goes two for two.
- Dalek Eruditorum will run on Fridays while Doctor Who is airing. I’ve got a few more Boys in Their Dresses essays too, which will drop midweek sometime.
- Spyfall Part One
- Spyfall Part Two