After a stellar opening episode, Moffat and crew stumbled on their second outing. The episode started with great promise: England floating in space, children being terrified by weird, 3-faced mechanical creatures in fortune teller boxes (apparently called smilers), an evil looking blonde girl reciting a Freddy-esque poem, a secretive woman in a V for Vendetta costume.
The Doctor says he should have never have come here. He saves the worlds. He makes the decisions. He finds the answers. He gets to chose for everyone and no one is allowed to chose for him. And the best answer he can come up with is make the beast brain dead. Idiot. Arrogant idiot. It made the Doctor ugly. While I didn't like it, I did understand it. Drama to build on...
...but the problem with the episode was cohesion, like a Jello mold that didn't set. It tasted okay, but it just wasn't Jello. Maybe it was the porcelain face mask that sent the episode spiraling downward. Sophie Okonedo's Liz 10 was all over the place. Hannah Sharp's Mandy felt like a 6th finger, serving no real purpose after getting the Doctor hooked. Karen Gillian and Matt Smith seemed to have lost what little chemistry they'd developed during the first episode. Star Whale was... hello, is anyone at home in the art department?
I hold out hope for the next episode, which involves WWII and Daleks.
Oh, and the crack was there.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
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