Tony’s in the lap of
the gods.
The Fourth Doctor
mini-series from Titan Comics has been a splendid invocation of mid-seventies
Tom Baker madness and mayhem, with precisely placed gibber, a gloriously timely
‘Ahhhhh…’ or two and just a soupcon of snarling Fourth Doctor rage to spice
things up. In essence, it’s been close to perfect, while in some senses
‘printing the legend’ of the Fourth Doctor for anyone less than intimately
familiar with his time in the Tardis, providing a great jumping-on point for Fourth
Doctor adventures in two dimensions.
Issue #5 is well-placed to
finish off the tale of the Medusa, opening with the Doctor and Miss Athena
James having been summarily transported to an audience with Zeus. Y’know…as ya
do.
Athena’s father and
Sarah-Jane are rather less lucky in this story, but the pace of this final
issue ensures it covers the ground reasonably fast – the Medusa finds a way out
of its centuries of imprisonment, which we should have seen coming but, to the
credit of writers Gordon Rennie and Emma Beeby, didn’t. The Doctor chats to the
father of the gods, and there’s more than a touch of The Stones of Blood about
the whole thing – intergalactic villainy, corrupted creatures serving the
criminal, the forces of justice missing a boat or two, and inspiring not so
much a legend as an entire pantheistic religion and some great myths. The
Doctor also gets to deliver a solid speech or two – one to Zeus, that allows
for the transfer of responsibility for the Medusa to the Time Lord, and sets a
great big ticking clock in motion to drive the pace, and another to the Medusa
itself, an almost Tenth Doctor ‘One chance’ speech, which Rennie and Beeby
expose from the Medusa’s point of view as being really quite patronising. It’s
both solidly seventies and freshly 21st century at one and the same
time, establishing the Fourth Doctor firmly in the line of incarnations that
lead up to the New Who Doctors with which a younger audience will be more
familiar. You can call that a cynical marketing ploy to sell comic-books if you
like, but at least while selling them it delivers a cracking, creepy story with
plenty of high points and cliff-hangers, and a coherent and very believable
Fourth Doctor with whom we can have new adventures in the 21st
century, so if you’re looking for the bad, you’re pretty far out of luck.
There’s also a delicious
postscript to this story which was seeded a few issues back. The fact that Miss
James is engaged to a Navy surgeon might be considered a spoiler by some, but
when the ‘reveal,’ such as it is, arrives, the reactions of both the Doctor and
Sarah-Jane are very much in keeping with their TV versions, sweetening the
whole thing just enough to make it work.
If, as seems to have been
the case with the Ninth Doctor, the mini-series acts as a tester for whether a
full, permanent series would have the legs to command sales, let’s say this –
there’s been practically no point at which the Fourth Doctor mini-series has
put a foot wrong. The Doctor and Sarah-Jane have been both believable and
recognisable, the mystery intriguing, the solution relatively sensible, and the
atmosphere solidly creepy. The artwork from Brian Williamson has always
rendered these much beloved characters in vivid, recognisable ways (compare
with Supremacy of the Cybermen and see how important that is), and Hi-Fi on
colourwork has tirelessly heightened the atmosphere of Victorian London and
dark spooky caves of doom. The whole thing has been delivered with both a sense
of gothic joy and a note of distinct awareness of the fan-love for this period
in Who history. If you put us up against a wall and made us choose between the
five issues of the Fourth Doctor mini-series and (at the time of writing) the
single existing issue of the Third Doctor mini-series…we might
writhe and grunt and grit our teeth and finally screen ‘No, not the Mind
Probe!’ rather than explicitly admit we’d have to go with Captain Velvet. But
nobody’s going to do that – if Doctors Nine, Ten, Eleven and Twelve can happily
co-exist in the comic-book universe (any news yet of a full Eighth Doctor
series, Titan? That mini-series was epic too), there’s no reason to think
Doctors Three and Four (and Five and Six for that matter), couldn’t each serve
enough of an audience to warrant their existence in longer-form adventures. So
we’re refusing to play the Favourites game, and simply revelling in the joy
that has been the Fourth Doctor mini-series, the legend-printing,
deerstalker-wearing, god-confronting, quantum-locking, scary-statue’d joyfest
of having the Fourth Doctor and Sarah-Jane together again on the page, their
essences rendered for us in both words and pictures with both a period
conviction and a breath of fresh, 21st century air.
Go get issue #5 today, and
join the Grecian revels as they come to an end – at least for now.
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