Director:
Geoffrey Sax
Writer:
Matthew Jacobs
Starring:
Paul McGann, Daphne Ashbrook, Eric Roberts, Yee Jee Tso
“By midnight tonight
this planet will be pulled inside out!”
It
was in 1996 that my old favourite TV show was finally brought back. They say
there were negotiations involving an American executive called Philip Segal as
his list of demands and concessions was considered. And the shoot began. And
then they made their most curious decisions: the Daleks would have a justice
system, the Doctor would be half human, and the TARDIS would belong to the
National Trust, only respond to humans and contain the Eye of Harmony for some
reason. And I, a teenage Who fan, would take this VHS back from HMV to watch
with my friends before the Yanks saw it and a pepperoni pizza was placed into
the oven. But was this project a pitch that should ever have been greenlit?
Before
I go further, I'll will say this: imagine if your brief is to write something
that will please a) the British and Americans in general, b) die-hard Doctor
Who fans of many years, and c) a mainstream global audience. And this is if
one is charitable enough to pretend to ignore a still hostile BBC biting at
your heels like an untrained baby pit bull. Of course, the 6 million dollar
budget was something the show had barely dreamt of before and CGI had come on a
bit by the mid-nineties, and while this film now watches like any number of TV
movies of the era it did seem very exciting and dramatic at the time. The
trailers were everywhere. Doctor Who wasn't just a cheap old show for
sad weirdos anymore. Possibly. Doctor Who would at least be back in the
British public consciousness for up to unto entire summer.
But
anyway, the plot. Everyone has one of those days of course. You're contacted by
some of your worst enemies to let you know that they just executed one of your
other worst enemies, and apparently his last request was that you should be the
one to return his remains home. You are very clearly aware that the latter has
a means of cheating death, is evil, and wants to kill you but hey, whatever.
So, you voluntary go to the home of the evil dudes who want to kill you in
order to be kind to another evil dude who always wants to kill you and who never
dies. Some people worry about wearing crocs or trainers. I only recently made
the switch from Cornflakes to Muesli. Anyway, there's this twist, right, where
everything goes horribly wrong for some reason.
After
what became known as the Wilderness Years, it seemed apt at the time that Paul
McGann's Doctor would emerge, resurrected from death and literally emerging
from a morgue wearing a shroud. I was also studying R.S at the time and...oh
yeah, the galvanisation of Frankenstein’s monster. “It's alive!”
But
I have skipped on a bit here. A new (largely American) audience would have to
see a middle-aged Scotsman while hearing a young Paul McGann, and then work out
that the Indiana Jones/Back to the Future World was inside the whatever
the that blue phone kiosk is meant to be as it spins wildly in space. They
turned over to the infamously unbearable death throes of Roseanne
instead, and cannot quite be judged for this decision.
Once
the business of observing continuity is over with and we have the new Doctor,
something like a plot emerges and we have a budding Doctor, a reluctant
companion in Dr. Grace Holloway (Ashbrook) and a villain in the Roberts
interpretation of the Master – Eric Roberts would go on to say he'd seen some
seventies Doctor Who but seemed to have gotten camp Terminator as his
inspiration. Eric Roberts as the Master at least carried on JNT's tradition of
stunt casting – and Roberts does his best, poor thing.
The
Master's motivation – and therefore pretty much the plot, seem to come from The
Deadly Assassin and Trial of a Time Lord. So at least we know
screenwriter Mathew Jacobs had seen at least two classic serials! Nobody in the
editing suite had ever heard a Dalek voice of course, but then you can't expect
too much.
Certain
tropes you expect in an US Doctor Who – a car chase, a kiss/ love
interest...well, not that bothersome and Russell T Davies would go on to keep
those anyway.
So,
what do we have? A promising Doctor in McGann, and many would say an actor
cheated of a better opportunity but at least a string of enjoyable audio dramas
which, thanks to the minisode Night of the Doctor, we may nowadays call
canonical. We got the Eighth Doctor essentially, even if the film itself is
Nineties kitsch fun at best.
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