By: Russell T. Davies
**Spoilers**
If you have not yet watched this episode, please go and do so before proceeding.
All right,
let’s just get this arduous review over and done with. When last we left our
heroes; The Doctor was being electrocuted, Rose and two government officials
were cornered and in danger of death, and Jackie was being menaced by a pudgy,
baby-faced alien. Yup, you heard me right – these aliens that Murray Gold’s
bombastic music tried so hard to make us terrified of during last week’s
cliffhanger have a striking resemblance to a green cabbage patch doll. I’m
sorry, maybe my imagination is beginning to get a bit rusty, but I have a hard
time being afraid of something that not only looks like a green poster-child baby (the
sort you see on the Pampers ads) but blunders around with impractical, dangling
claws that couldn’t grip the broad end of a funnel. When your body looks like
an overweight Gollum and your face like…
...well, like that...
...then you’ve got
problems with your design. The glowing zipper forehead was a bit creepy, I
grant you, but it is so overused within this episode that it loses all potency.
Also – um – why exactly did The Doctor’s sticking his hot name-tag on the
‘naked’ Slitheen instantly fry the others too? Are those hideous compression-field-collar things
they wear somehow connected? Are the loincloths fitted with an intercom?
Seriously!
Favorite Moments & Random Thoughts:
Favorite Moments & Random Thoughts:
- The problem lies not with the silly
alien design nor even, much as it pains me to say, with the fart jokes, but
with the fact that Davies seemed a bit confused about what tone he wanted this
episode to take. One minute the shots are of people crying and sobbing in fear
(accompanied by Gold’s most dramatic score) and the next minute we are having
awkward lift scenes. I am all for mixing the humorous with the dramatic –
but there is a difference between lightening the moment with some well-placed
wit and killing the mood with a crass and out-of-place joke.
This is the latter!
- While it is nice to see a villain
who wants to destroy the Earth for something other than just the sake of
destroying it, their plan seems to be an awful lot of work and no satisfactory
explanation for why they would go to all the trouble. Normally I rail against the overuse of Davies
Forced Exposition, but after such a jumble and mish-mash of a story, we needed
some comprehensible resolution. Something other than the Slitheen shedding
their skins and cackling like an Austin Powers villain convention.
- Much as I loved watching Jackie and
Mickey work together, I feel that Mickey really earned his nickname this week
by making Jackie go and answer the door. C’mon, Mickey; you’re on the phone
with an alien trying to translate a hostile alien invasion, Big Ben was just
hit by a spacecraft, you hit a ‘green swamp monster’ over the head with a
chair, and now you’re breaking into military files. Miss the elephant in the
room? Yeah, a bit!
- And what exactly was the point of the Slitheen being
allergic to vinegar? It’s not like they dropped a pickle vat on them to kill
them (thank goodness) but why exactly, for this episode, did we need to know that little tidbit
of information?
- What
is up with Rose this week? I do dislike the mentality that seems to think that, in order to prove her capability, a companion must save The Doctor at least
once every three episodes, but Rose could have been back at the flat with
Jackie and it wouldn’t have made much of a difference. She seems primarily
there for The Doctor to take shots at her choice of kissing partner (before sharing
long, supposedly-meaningful stares with her when the missile is deployed) and to suggest that they hide
from the missile in a cupboard. It wasn't a tornado, y’know. They were already
in a steel-encased room – I highly doubt that a closet was going to be much
safer.
- Now you
mustn’t think that I hate everything about this episode because there were rare pockets of good amidst all of the smothering bad. The Doctor choking as he admits that he needs Mickey was
great, as was Jackie grilling The Doctor about whether or not Rose is safe
with him. Margaret Blaine (the lone Slitheen with her skin still on) actually
delivered her lines with a degree of believability and soldiered on through the
more awkward scenes with aplomb.
- Harriet Jones, the ID-card obsessed MP, is one
of my favourite supporting characters. She goes from a backbencher (her words,
not mine) to Prime Minister. Her attitude is great too (especially with the
potentially painful speech about the farting, if you’ll pardon the word).
- Mickey actually offering to sacrifice himself for Jackie was a nice touch,
somewhat making up for his negligent thickness only moments earlier.
- The ending
was surprisingly emotional (if R.T. Davies had just kept this two-parter as
Rose and Jackie scenes with a bit of Harriet – Doctor banter thrown in it would
have been a good episode.) I actually got a bit choked up when Jackie begged
Rose to stay with her. Rose's rather cold reply made me mad, though. Where is Rose’s sense of compassion and empathy (the one
we know she must have, based on her interaction with Gwyneth in The Unquiet Dead) when it comes to her mother? I’m starting to not like Rose a whole lot; and
that’s bad because, as a viewer, I need to like the companion through whose
eyes I am seeing The Doctor’s travels.
As a whole,
I give The Aliens of London/World War Three a 2/5. It’s not the worst
episode ever written, just by virtue of the presence of Harriet Jones and Jackie Tyler,
but it’s definitely not one I will probably ever watch again.