A review of 'The Stolen Earth' / 'Journey's End'.  This is from the old site; heavily edited and partly rewritten.  Not much politics in this.  It's mostly about what I see as shortcomings in dramatic values.  
So, it’s the end of the season again and it’s time for the Earth to be  invaded again, by semi-mechanical aliens again, some of them flying down  from the sky to shoot the people who are conveniently milling about in  the streets like targets. Again.
Meanwhile, the obligatory soldiers are dying as they fight their  obligatory pointless last stand while General Dempsey (or is it  Makepeace? I never could remember which was which) gets to say things  like “Ladies and Gentlemen… we are at war!” (how original) and hand  Martha the obligatory Ominous Bit of Unexplained Technology, which this  week has a name that sounds like a Robert Ludlum novel. 
But all that stuff is happening in the background, ceding the foreground to the Meeting of the Spin-Offs.  
The fact that we are watching the linkage of bits of a franchise (rather  than, say, characters meeting each other) is underlined by the fact  that they meet on a screen, as though Rose (who’s been off doing all the  stuff that would’ve constituted Rose Tyler: Earth Defence if it’d got made) is watching four different Doctor Who programmes at once.
But what is the point of all this multi-show and multicontinuity  convergence? ‘The Stolen Earth’ is behaving like it is trying to “sum up  an era” (i.e. the last four years) in order to provide a fittingly epic  swansong for David Tennant. In fact, it seems almost as if this vast  fanwank panorama has been created in order to gull the unwary (all those  people who hadn’t seen the pics from the filming of the Christmas  special) into thinking that a proper regeneration really is on the  cards.
The approach taken by ‘The Stolen Earth’ might be the kind of thing that  the general public would expect from a Tennant bow-out. A ‘Greatest  Hits’ medley before the curtains come down. How strange that ‘Rose’  insisted on behaving as though the fans didn’t exist and now ‘The Stolen  Earth’ treats the entire nation like fans, expecting them to put up  with acres of technobabble and to be thrilled by the reappearances of  Harriet Jones, Captain Jack, Sarah-Jane, the Judoon, etc., etc., etc.  They are even expected to be thrilled by the return of Davros. Even the  continuity announcer talked about “the return of an old enemy”. Hearing  that, those millions of non-fan viewers watching probably expected to  see the Master turn up, or Margaret Slitheen, or the Dalek Emperor.
The only explanation seems to be that RTD & Co. are actually  thinking of their viewership as all being fans. That’s why they can  pitch ‘The Stolen Earth’ as David Tennant’s Epic Last Story (Or Is It?),  Featuring All Your Old Favourites.
Thing is… from amidst this vast collision of back-references, something  bigger does emerge. A feeling of unity. And, with it, a feeling of  mythic hugeness. Suddenly, Doctor Who seems aware of its vastness  and seems to be trying to unify its disparate but interconnected parts.   Sadly, the feeling is very superficial and entails the further  fetishisation of Our Hero, shown in the way people are talking about him  in hushed tones when he's not around.
The end result? A sort of volcanic eruption of a story, caused by the  tectonic plates of three linked TV shows (and at least two more  untelevised ones, if you follow me) smashing into each other and  grinding against each other over a fault-line.
And what a massive fault-line it is.  A great big crack up which the programme is disappearing. 
The thing that could've made the first episode worthwhile was a follow  up episode that closed into a smaller and more intimate drama about  people with conflicting viewpoints trying to survive. Not 'Midnight' all  over again, but something which nonetheless played to RTD's strengths  as a writer about people trapped together in boxes.
Sadly, we got an avalanche of mindless technobabble in the service of a  contrived and clunky plot that was, despite some nobler intentions,  fundamentally about things exploding.
Davies began in 2005 by trashing the paradigm of Doctor Who as a  culty programme about monsters and technology and instead tried to make  it human drama against a sci-fi backdrop. How strange that he should end  his tenure as show-runner with a dramatically inert orgy of Sawardian  narrative spaghetti and Douglas Adamsesque technogobbledegook. And,  continuity. Lots and lots of continuity. 
There is a quite breathtaking disregard for how stories work.   Previously unmentioned plot devices pop up by the dozen in order to do  things that don't need to happen, which mean nothing and which don't  lead anywhere.  Sudden eruptions of apparently improvised nonsense  materialise in order to subvert the Doctor’s regeneration, create a  second Doctor, turn Donna into a demi-Time Lord, and so on.
Mickey and Jackie are brought back for no reason. There wasn’t anything  done by Mickey and Jackie that couldn’t have been done by Gwen and  Ianto, or more properly by Wilf and Sylvia, but they’d all been clumsily  written out or sidelined in order to make space for… Mickey and Jackie.
The sidelining of Wilf is a particular shame. The Cribbmeister really  was the jewel of the season and I did enjoy seeing him running around a  Dalek-infested London in ‘The Stolen Earth’. I kept on expecting to see  adverts for Sugar Puffs behind him. 
The TARDIS ends up crammed with pointless passengers in a way not seen  since the limp final scenes of ‘The Awakening’. The actual story  (regarding the threat to the universe and other little things like that)  ends ages before the credits in order to let the Doctor say “emotional”  farewells to passenger after passenger. There simply wouldn’t be time  for this sort of thing, plus all the febrile technobabble, plus the  ridiculous sequence in which the TARDIS tows the Earth home, plus the  nonsense with the Osterhagen Thing (of which, more later), plus all  Davros’ sub-Lecter taunts, etc., etc., etc… except that RTD was by now  in a position to get an extra 20 minutes of episode length into which it  can all be crammed.
As for Donna’s destiny… well, the companion gets infused with yellow  energy that gives her special powers that enable to her save the day  when all seems lost; this event ripples back through time causing  peculiar foreshadowings to occur in the previous episodes of the season.  Heard that before somewhere. 
Thing is, Donna's thunder is stolen by the totally unnecessary duplicate  Doctor, who seems to be in the episode solely so he can go back to the  alt-universe with Rose and become her Time Lord-shaped love toy. We  don’t need the duplicate Doctor. He does nothing for the plot that a  Gallifreyanised Donna couldn’t do. Apart from doing the genocidal dirty  work for the real Doctor (a particularly weasley cop-out), he’s just  another flapping indulgence in a whole script full of them.
At least the Osterhagen Wossname gave us the only really witty and  pointed sequence in the episode, the scenes in Germany with Daleks  gliding around the sylvan birthplace of legally sanctioned Nazi  anti-semitism, shouting at the locals in German!
Sadly, this whole sequence seems like an afterthought. The reference to  Nazism is clearly deliberate (the Osterhagen Thingummyjig could’ve been  anywhere, it didn’t need to be Nuremberg) and links up to the running  themes of ‘Midnight’ and ‘Turn Left’ about xenophobia and hysteria, but  in the middle of ‘Journey’s End’ it just floats there, looking promising  but not really doing anything. The Daleks’ plan is, presumably,  predicated upon their conviction that nobody in creation deserves to  live except them, but at no point did the episode try to bring their  ultra-racist ideology to the fore.
There was, seemingly, an attempt to hint at a sort of sub-theme  regarding apocalyptic human destructiveness. Nuremberg has inescapable  connotations. Osterhagen turned out to be a load of nuclear weapons  (tediously enough). But, sadly, none of the hints add up anything  particularly interesting or intelligible… which is a shame because the  episode tries, several times, to hark back to one of the most  sophisticated and intelligent of all classic Who stories:  ‘Genesis of the Daleks’. We have a Wisher-style Davros who once again  meets Sarah-Jane. Shame Sarah says something silly about having “learned  how to fight”. She knew how to fight in ‘Genesis’! She organised a  slave rebellion, bravely endured torture and egged the Doctor on to  commit genocide!
Audios aside, in ‘Journey’s End’, Davros was probably at his best (at  least as a character in his own right) since his first appearance...  though that isn’t to say he was particularly interesting. Julian Bleach  gave a superb performance and relished those few scenes in the story in  which Davros is allowed to do anything vaguely interesting, i.e. the  scenes in which he taunts the Doctor for his alleged hypocrisy. Once  again, Davros becomes worthwhile (just about) whenever he starts talking  like a person with a viewpoint. The view of the Doctor that he  expresses is quite fitting. To him, the Doctor is a war criminal with a  sanctimonious line in false pacifism.
Davros accuses him of taking “ordinary people and turning them into  weapons” and “murderers”. But, the thing is, Davros doesn’t really have  much of a point. He contradicts himself by earlier accusing the Doctor  of being a mass murderer. Well Dav, which is it? Is the Doctor a coward  who gets other people to do the dirty work for him or is a he “a Time  Lord who butchered millions”? You can’t have it both ways. The Doctor’s  response to this incoherence is to go all wobbly-lipped and stare at the  floor having sad flashbacks.
If the episode is to be anything more than just a load of CGI explosions and continuity porn, then this scene has to amount to something. Davros has to have a point and the Doctor has to have his nose rubbed in it. This is obviously what the episode is aiming for, but it doesn’t happen.
The Doctor’s soul is revealed, we are told, when the “Children of Time”  appear and threaten to blow lots of people up. This, supposedly, reveals  the Doctor’s inner darkness by demonstrating how he takes harmless  people and makes them killers. Davros then lets loose with some spiel  about the Doctor “never looking back because he dare not, out of shame.”   But shame about what? Turning people into killers? Very little  evidence of that in those anguished flashbacks. Harriet might kill the  Sycorax but she does so without the Doctor’s prior knowledge or  approval. Jabe doesn’t kill anyone. The Controller of the Gamestation  organises the harvesting of humans for the Daleks; it’s nothing to do  with the Doctor. Lynda doesn’t kill anyone. That bloke from ‘Tooth and  Claw’ doesn’t kill anyone. Mrs Moore doesn’t kill anyone. Neither do any  of the people in ‘Love & Monsters’, or the Face of Boe! Chantho  tries to kill the Master entirely on her own initiative. Astrid kills  Max Capricorn, I grant you. Luke kills a load of Sontarans but the  Doctor doesn’t ask him to. To be honest, ‘The Doctor’s Daughter’ was so  boring that I can’t remember if Jenny kills anyone or not, but if she  does then it’s because she’s bred for war. River kills no-one (up to  this story anyway). The Stewardess from ‘Midnight’ is prepared to commit  murder without needing the Doctor’s persuasion or approval, and – apart  from herself - she only kills Sky, whose consciousness is probably  already dead.
So what, exactly, is the Doctor remembering with such shame. A trail of  deaths? Okay, well, that means that the focus has shifted from the  Doctor’s hypocrisy in making people into killers (which seems a weak  charge on the basis of the evidence so far) and is now on how many  people die when he’s around. But, once again, the Doctor is personally  responsible for few of those deaths recalled by the flashbacks. It might  be sad to remember all those dead people, but I can’t see any reason  for the Doctor to feel ashamed. 
It’s also interesting that some people are left out of the Doctor’s  quivering, angsty, flashback-fit. He forgets about Morvin and Foon and  Bannakaffalatta. He also forgets about Gwyneth from ‘The Unquiet Dead’.  Funny that she should be left out, because he’s probably more  directly responsible for her death than he is for any of the other  people in the flashbacks. 
Then there’s his failure to remember all the people who died because he  drew the Family of Blood to Earth. Surely, if the Doctor was going to  feel genuinely conscience-stricken, he ought to be thinking about that  poor little girl with the red balloon. 
The unfortunate fact is that this sequence, as it stands, fails to say  anything meaningful about the character of the Doctor. All it really  does is underline the annoying frequency with which people in nu-Who suddenly decide to sacrifice themselves in order to end plots and force the audience to mist up. 
Moreover, none of this ersatz soul searching is followed up. There is no  scene in which the Doctor is forced to confront a choice that  undermines his sense of himself, as in ‘The Parting of the Ways’ or, far  more intelligently, in ‘Genesis of the Daleks’. The issues are left  unresolved, though not in the same way that ‘Genesis’ refuses to give pat answers  to its own knotty questions. 
‘Journey’s End’ weasels out. The real Doctor doesn’t have to decide to  kill all the Daleks (again) because his double does it for him. Martha’s  situation with the Osterhagen device is potentially interesting. In a  sense, she’s in the same situation as the Doctor in ‘The Parting of the  Ways’: should she destroy the human race in order to end their  suffering? But she isn’t forced to make the choice. She is transmatted  up to the Crucible for the Big Confrontation… meaning, in practice, to  stand around like everybody else until Donna and Doctor2 sort things out  with technobabble!
Donna’s doom, being forced to once again become her former self, was  probably the best part of the episode - the harshest, most disturbing,  most uncompromising part.  The only bit with any guts.
So, the season 4 finalé proved not to be a big farewell party for the  tenth Doctor, with all his old friends invited; instead it looked like a  big farewell party for Russell T Davies, with all his old characters  invited. Trouble is, it’s a self-organized party and, like all  self-organized parties it’s rather embarassing.
 
 
 
... I should probably stop now. Still, this was highly entertaining :-D
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