Showing posts with label Series One. Show all posts
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Thursday, 4 October 2018

Big Finish Reviews+ Lady Christina by Tony J Fyler



Will Tony go gaga for the Lady?

Of all the potential audio spin-offs from New Who, Lady Christina looks at first glance to be among the most obvious, the most right, the most likely to take off in a big way. Just as, for instance, the character-actor combination of Jago & Litefoot gave Big Finish a runaway success based on one-shot TV characters from Classic Who, you could pretty much describe Lady Christina de Souza, the aristocratic cat burglar from Planet of the Dead, played by Michelle Ryan, and think ‘Oh yeah, that’s gonna work.’

This (presumably first) set of four stories is notable for almost hitting the potential of Lady Christina, but surprisingly, not quite getting there – at least not compared to the likes of Jenny, which established itself as a source of delight to fans by its singular lack of emotional baggage and the way in which it took the character forward.

This Lady Christina set tries to do the same sort of thing, but ultimately feels like it’s a series with its training wheels still unexpectedly attached. Lady Christina’s double-decker bus may fly, but this series feels like it pedals awfully hard, but never quite gets the air under its wheels it needs.

Part of that may be down to the anthology, episodic style of the first four stories, with Lady Christina getting three ‘companions’ over the course of the four stories – that’s undoubtedly right for the nature of her character, but it gives the listener surprisingly little by way of consistent dynamic to latch onto.

That’s by no means to say there’s not lots of great stuff here, because there is – the first story, It Takes A Thief by John Dorney is exactly what it sounds like; a tale of fast cars, steady nerves, jewel thievery and chic people on the French Riviera, some of whom are less, and more, than they seem. Big Finish takes Lady Christina forward in the aftermath of her encounter with the Doctor, so that she’s now one of the people of whom both UNIT and Torchwood probably have lists – hunters with a particular interest in alien artefacts, either for their own use or for sale for truly scandalous sums of money. When an old woman turns up dead in a terribly chic Riviera hotel, Christina joins in the hunt for both the killer, and the thief who stole her jewels – which might well have a history beyond the stars. Of all the stories in the set, this is the one that seems most coherent in its set-up, with Christina having a faithful, and faithfully devious, servant to help her in her cons and her thievery, Carla played somewhere between Sancho Panza and Jeeves by Holly Jackson Walters, of whom it would hurt not at all to hear more in any future sets. The Riviera setting makes sense for Christina, allowing her to exercise both her derring-do, her brain and her arch wit, with help from Ivo Fraser-Cannon (Matt Barber), half Bertie Wooster, half…something else, but what? Hot on the trail of the thief and murderer too is Flavia Santos of Interpol, played by Cristina Barreiro. The story unfolds in a way that’s part chess game, part square dance, and while you’ll probably guess the inevitable resolution ahead of its reveal, you’ll still get a buzz of satisfaction from the slickness of the story and the familiar Christina energy which Ryan pours into the role.

Skin Deep by James Goss is a strong story that feels like it needed two episodes to really deliver on its potential, but is delivered in one, to the detriment of some elements. Firstly, it pairs Lady Christina with everyone’s favourite sourpuss, Sylvia Noble. This could be believable, especially given what we eventually learn about the underlying reasons behind their alliance, but here it feels too quickly and simply done, too ‘Hoorah, let’s be friends, moving on,’ because while Sylvia’s snobbish and desperate to matter, she’s not by any means stupid, and the speed of the story feels like she has to be, simply to get all its players in the right place quickly enough to deliver its creepy alien beats.

The creepy alien beats – a new spa treatment that seems to make people look much younger, but bring them out in suicidal self-hatred – feel like they’re crammed in here too, meaning a couple of the spa-goop’s strongest advocates, Christina’s friends, go full zombie fairly early on, leaving little to the curiosity. Although for those who were curious, which is all of you, we do get to meet Christina’s dad in this episode. Bit of a git, to be fair, just ripe for a classic Sylvia Noble tongue-lashing.

Which he gets. So – yay.

Portrait Of A Lady by Tim Dawson is where we start getting into proper storytelling trouble though, with a story of a painting that shows you the darkness of your soul, a somewhat enigmatic network of dodgy international dealers, a henchman with a tame Sontaran, and an ultra-villain with their own brain-chipped pet sharks. It’s Lady Christina as James Bond, and while that could be made to work, it feels cluttered with characters the point of which you lose track of quickly, the central MacGuffin is ultimately underwhelming, and Christina struggles to remain front and centre of the action when paired with audio-UNIT’s hardman du jour, Sam Bishop, played by Warren Brown. For regular listeners, it feels like an unhelpful blurring of the lines between UNIT and Lady Christina, and for those who haven’t heard the UNIT box sets, it feels like a slightly unhelpful rope-in of a hard man to be Christina’s equal (or at least, near-equal) so soon into her potential audio life. That means you might well struggle to recall, even relatively shortly after listening what the point of Portrait Of A Lady was, and why x, y or z happened.

Death On The Mile by Donald McLeary takes Christina to Edinburgh on a subsidised hunt for historical treasure. There follows a tale in which a wife is worried by her husband’s perpetual niceness, there are volcanoes aplenty, Christina’s flying double-decker comes into its own, appalling damage is done to Edinburgh castle, and the lines between Christina and UNIT are further blurred by more Sam Bishop and extra Jacqui McGee, nosy reporter from the UNIT series, played by Tracy Wiles. The structure of this story is more focused though, allowing Christina to take more of a central role and, when almost everyone turns out to be more than they seem, while it can be a challenge to remember who’s who and why things are happening the way they are, you can fix your attention on Christina in this story, leading you to a solidly researched and somewhat ‘jazz hands’ conclusion, Christina’s skills and motivations shining through among a roster of competing interests.

Overall, Lady Christina 1 is a set that feels like it has some idea of where it’s trying to go, and how it’s trying to establish a world around the classy cat burglar. If it gets a second set, there’s little doubt on the basis of this one that it will iron out its kinks and that she’ll go on to earn several more return engagements. It’s worth hoping that happens because there’s real potential in Lady Christina. It just needs to establish exactly what the world looks like that underpins her stories. For our money, that would be more Carla, less UNIT, allowing Christina to be more distinctively the lead and the driver of the action all the way through.

Friday, 28 June 2013

Fans Fiction Faith in a Higher Power by Christopher E. Fain



By Christopher E. Fain



The Captain rarely asks him to work late.  More often it's his own choice to linger, to make himself available for Jack's needs, verbal or physical.  It's his choice, how he explains himself to the others or even whether he bothers with an explanation.  He doesn't mention it and they keep silent all questions. 

Except for Owen, of course, but that's only because Owen can't bear for anyone to pretend that things are other than what they truly are.  Owen must expose everything, strip back the secrets to their core and dirty the truth with his cynicism, even if only as a way to prove that Jack is fooling no one but Ianto.  Tosh tells him to ignore Owen, Gwen pretends that she's not uncomfortable on some subconscious level, but they are both polite and sweet to him.

He knows when Jack needs him; it's like an alarm goes off under his skin, an awareness of Jack's fragility and pain.  There are times when Torchwood's functionality hangs on the sanity and hopes of Captain Jack Harkness.  In those times, Jack needs someone who accepts and forgives all his black sins.  When the charm fails and Jack is left with the impossible, terrible choices that no fair and just god would ever delegate to a human---not even one from the 51st century---there is Ianto Jones.  Ianto, who carries so many scars of his own.  Jack is forced sometimes to make unbearable decisions; the others don't always accept, but Ianto does.  What else would he do?  Since being given a second chance, his loyalty is to the team, to Jack, and he makes it unshakable, because if he doesn't, Torchwood will fall with Jack.

Jack needs his unshakable faith and loyalty. 

Faith. 

Ianto's lost his small and weak human faith.  Canary Wharf did that to him.  Losing Lisa.  The Cybermen, the Daleks.   Torchwood is a lethal way of life; it's no mere job, it's a calling.  And like all the most important callings, its needs must destroy the outside life of every last member of the team, field agent or not, and yet not a single one of them would choose another path.  Not even him.

He stays.  He stays and he does what needs to be done.  He shores up the falling defenses, mends the tattered flags, patches up the wounds that no one else can see.  He stays, does what needs to be done to maintain equilibrium, and has become nearly a law unto himself.  He doesn't believe he will see thirty.

Belief is a new thing for him.

There was no human faith in his heart when he stalked the Captain, but he hadn't yet understood that simple truth.  Not then.  If asked, then, he'd probably have said he had some sort of faith, even if only a bare-bones faith in the concept of gravity---but he'd have been telling an unconscious lie.  The last of his human faith had died at Canary Wharf.  Stalking Jack, that hadn't been about faith.  He'd been desperate for the job, for a place to stash Lisa.  He'd been desperately seeking a truth he could believe in.  He just hadn't known he was looking that truth in the eyes, meeting Jack Harkness.

He doesn't believe the Captain is a saint.  The idea that Jack could be a saint is laughable.  Jack, whose feet of clay show when the hardest choices must be made.  When, to save the earth and its people, the director of Torchwood 3 makes a decision that harms vulnerable individuals.  How could someone like Jack, so irreverent and so damaged, be a saint?  No, it's easier to believe that God is dead.  If God ever existed at all.

Yet, he does have faith of a sorts...in Jack.  He has faith that Jack will always fight for them.  For humanity, the earth.  It's what Jack does now, no matter what he might've been in his past.  And Jack has faith in him to do the correct things when they are needed.  For the good of the team.

Jack let the chthonic ones take the child, Jasmine.  The silence in the Hub, when they'd returned, had been deafening.  Jack had sequestered himself in his office away from the others' silent accusations and frustrated stares.  Ianto had stayed that night---to ease, in a small way, the burdens that never lifted from the Captain's heart.  They'd talked; well, Jack had talked.  Mostly, he had listened.

When he stays late, he is performing an administrative duty never outlined in the Torchwood regulations.  He tweaks Jack's emotional valves and asks the right kind of questions at the right pace---the kind that Jack will answer, made honest by being startled into quick, dirty truth.  Sometimes it is conversation and the gentle prying-out of self-recriminations that none of the others, not even Gwen, would ever hear.  Coffee or scotch, depending on the mood, and a call for take-away.  Long hours of music and genteel conversation that inevitably turns to Jack's confessions and self-doubt.  That was how he had learned about the Doctor.

Other nights, he responds to Jack's lingering stare.  On those nights, he flirts a little more aggressively, to let Jack know that all advances will be welcomed and reciprocated to the best of his ability.  That he will play the games and give Jack the balance of pleasure due for the pain endured.  And the bandage is formed of a different catharsis.

He doesn't flatter himself; he's honest.  Whatever it is that exists between them---stress relief? budding romance born of some instinctive internal connection between their souls?  fuck-buddies?---whatever the relationship's form, the Captain can't afford to put a label to the nature of their beast.  To do so would make Jack vulnerable.  Ianto won't allow that vulnerability to exist, if it's in his power to prevent, and he's not entirely sure himself if he wants to verbally acknowledge what happens between them.

There is a part of him that acknowledges the irony of their sexual encounters.  He takes care of Jack the way a wife or a butler would while never losing himself to the role.  He is himself and his place in Torchwood is that of an administrator, of sorts.  Taking care of Jack is part of the job.  His mortality prevents it from being anything else.



The End




Tuesday, 7 May 2013

Articles - Series One Blooper Reel Winner



A few weeks ago we held on our Project: Torchwood Facebook Page a poll, where fans of the show had to pick their favourite clip from the blooper reel from Series One, and although there were quite a few entries, the one that made most people laugh, was the "Simple Clean Up Operation"  where John Barrowman sat sniggering in the front of the SUV.

Although, unsure of the laws of posting clips from Youtube regarding Blooper Reels, we have comprised a few of the photographs which we hope you will enjoy just as much.

Look out for more polls and short competitions on our Facebook page and get involved.  Your clip might feature in our next edition.