This story in a nutshell: A big fat letdown from one of the
strongest writers of Torchwood...
Indefinable: Whilst I would never say that Peter Capaldi had
the ability to phone a performance in, I never felt he was in any way stretched
by the material this week or even especially engaged by it. It's the first time
that his presence in the series has failed to bolster an episode, despite the
quality of the material elsewhere, for me. And can we drop the electric guitar
and shades please. Last year he had a bit of style about him, a cloak of sombre
class. Now the Doctor is coming across as an old man having a mid-life crisis.
All this pondering over the nature of immortality might have a whiff of
interest if we hadn't covered this ground to the nth degree over the past
decade. When the Doctor brought up the nature of an extended life and losing
the ones you love in School Reunion it was a razor sharp observation fresh off
the press, now it feels like we are obsessing about the same anxieties with
each successive incarnation. Like a gossip mag consumed by the same celebrities
each week, what was hot news has become yesterdays business. What about letting
those fears go when you change bodies, having a new perspective on immortality?
Eccleston, Tennant, Smith and Capaldi have all sensitively played the idea of
the man who lives too long but I question whether this depressing thread should
have run through each of their lives. Is being a Time Lord such a chore? What
about the joy of being able to travel through time and space, righting wrongs
and meeting new people? What about the great things that make up his
life? The Doctor spends a whole episode avoiding the answer of why he cannot
take Ashildr with him (unless you find his reasoning of 'it wouldn't be good'
in any way satisfying) and he cannot come up with a good answer. That is
another massive flaw to add to this episodes missteps, there isn't a
good reason why not. Only that we need to get rid of Clara first and Ashildr
will be appearing later in the season. But without being able to say that
directly we're left with a Doctor who puts the Earth in danger when he doesn't
have to. It doesn't convince. There is a gaping hole where the Doctor's motive
for denying Ashildr access to the TARDIS should be. At least if there was some
tangible purpose, some hidden twist that explained his stubbornness, this
episode might have built to something worthwhile. Emotion got the better of the
Doctor and all he wanted to do was save the life of a terrified young girl. But
people die, something Clara understood that in the previous story. The
conclusion that The Woman Who Lived reaches about the Doctor playing God is
that he is pleased that he made that choice. At least The Waters of Mars dished
out an agonising punishment for his arrogance. The disturbing appearance of
Ashildr in the photo at the climax offers a glimmer of hope that that Doctor
might yet learn to regret playing with the natural order of things. Because the
only conclusion that I can draw from all this at the moment is that Capaldi's
Doctor has become the ultimate Mary Sue, aping his creator and his free hand at
murdering characters off in his plots and bringing them back to life. And
justifying it to himself. Sometimes people die, both Moffat and the Doctor need
to learn that lesson.
Sparkling Dialogue: 'I didn't know that your heart would
rust because I kept it beating.'
The Good:
* Beyond question my favourite scenes were the flashbacks to
the most traumatic moments in Ashildr's prolonged life. If I could dissect this
episode I would remove the Leandro plot completely and spent the first ten
minutes extending these flashbacks into full scenes. To explore those moments
in more depth might have allowed me to reach out to Ashildr further and
sympathise with her plight more and it would have approached the immortality
theme in a more refreshingly original way than just talk.
* Rufus Hound's Sam Swift provides a few moments of levity
and he's the one actor who seems to understand that he's appearing in what is
supposed to be a coarse comedy. Or partly a coarse comedy. If all the
performances were dialled up to ten like this it might have given the comedy
some thrust...but Williams and Capaldi are far too subdued in comparison.
The Bad:
* Murray Gold has written some of my favourite musical
scores of any Doctor Who stories, including The Girl In the Fireplace, Blink,
Turn Left and The Waters of Mars. He's capable of taking me to emotional highs
and to the precipice of my seat in excitement. He's mastered the use of an
orchestra in dramatic television and has been justly recognised for his
talents. And after listening to his efforts in The Woman Who Lived I start to
wonder if it is not only a Time Lord/Viking child that sticks around too long.
The only thing worse than comedy that is ill at ease is farcical music that
stresses every painful gag. Murray Gold is so busy trying to convince you what
a joy this episode is he overplays his hand, probably because he realised that
it needed all the help that it could get. The result is a score that is at odds
with the tone, suggesting something rousing and delightful when what we are
being presented never gets off the launching pad.
* The pre-titles sequence is just...weird. I have
nothing against a good old fashioned robbery by a dangerous highwayman. The
only problem is this is nothing of the sort, Ashildr's fake masculine voice
completely at odds with her appearance and throwing the scene into bizarre
territory. The Doctor trips onto the scene like a space tramp who stumbled out
of a local hostelry and Capaldi plays the whole scene like this is the sort of
thing the Time Lord does every week. There's no drama, no comedy, no real
substance to the material. It looks like it has been improvised by the actors.
What should be a shock to the system - the return of Ashildr in a completely
different time - is blunted by her rapid reappearance in the series (how much
more effective would be if this episode was placed after the Zygon two parter).
'You've bungled my heist!' indeed. The Doctor's arched eyebrow mirrored
my own...this was going to be a long hour.
* Leandro, a villain so half arsed he has to growl out his
backstory in a great clump of rapid exposition because it has no impact on the
episode whatsoever. It's simply getting it out of the way. It doesn't matter
who he is or why he is there. This is Doctor Who and somebody seems to have
decreed that the show cannot survive a week without a fantasy element of some
kind. Season nine continues it's trend of naff original villains, every one of
them forgettable in the wake of Davros' presence in the opening story. I hope
we get at least one monster/nasty that is worth remembering this year. He's
dispatched in such an off hand fashion he may not have appeared at all.
* Could Clara's departure be anymore foreshadowed?
Result: 'You know what they say, big nose...' '...big
handkerchief!' Noel Coward, eat your heart out. It's an observation that
has been made before by myself and others - Doctor Who can survive anything
(even being totally crud to the point of b-movie entertainment) but being
boring. Even In the Forest of the Night wasn't dull, even if it was frequently
excretal to the point of Simon and I reaching for the pause button to let off
another string of expletives. And to be honest Doctor Who by it's very nature
of shifting moods and genres, countless settings and times and transferable
guest characters, monsters and villains is one of the few shows that rarely
settles down for long enough to become dreary. So when I spend an entire
episode wondering when it is going to move into first gear, I am genuinely
surprised. I can see the intention of what is being attempted here, capturing
the tragedy and horror of immortality in a child but something fell way short
of that in the execution. Thanks to a half-arsed science fiction plot that
might just count as the least substantial since the show returned in 2005, it
is clear that Catherine Treganna has much more interest in writing a character
piece than a Doctor Who story. What baffles me is why she didn't stick to her
guns and jettison the pointless alien threat and do just that, write the
equivalent of a romantic novel about a girl trapped in amber whilst time moves
all around her and truly engage with the heartbreak of that theme. I'm not sure
that I would find it any more appealing (because there are also huge
performance and direction problems within the sequences that give Ashildr focus)
but at least it would be a less schizophrenic and awkward piece. Heartless
comedy in one direction, ponderous musings on the nature of an eternal life in
another with the faint whiff of science fantasy drifting in under your nose,
that's the essentials of The Woman Who Lived. Confident direction might have
papered over some cracks but instead the inconsistent tone and uncomfortable
comedy is compounded by a director who cannot bring together so many tonally
jarring and disparate elements into a coherent whole. The biggest shock for me
was Maisie Williams, her inability to convince in the titular role was the
greatest barrier to the episodes success. Occasionally making me feel something
but more often giving the impression of a child trying to play an adult, I was
struck (like slap to the jaw with a wet fish) at how little chemistry she
shared with Peter Capaldi. They are both strong performers so technically this
should have been a recipe for gold but for the most part it felt as though they
were acting against stand-ins because they couldn't both be there at the same
time, when clearly that wasn't the case. The extended dialogue scenes might be
well written (if sporadically a little florid) but with actors that mix like
oil and water they do not play out at all smoothly. And with no atmosphere to
them they fall horribly flat. Like I said, I was bored. And that was before
reaching the appalling conclusion at the stocks with some crass jokes and a
blink an you'll miss it attack by aliens. The rarest of things, a Doctor Who
story where practically nothing worked for me at all. It's trying to be
emotional but the approach is more intellectual, which doesn't surprise me in
this era. Most damning of all, this was so vanilla that the appearance of Clara
at the climax actually raised the quality of the piece. Utopia summed up
everything this episode is trying to say in a five minute two hander between
the Doctor and Jack except it was better written, better performed and far more
assured. I defy you to find something new this has to say on the theme of
immortality. Even Ashildr's new role as the clean up agent after the Doctor is
essentially what Jack and Sarah Jane were doing in their respective series for
years: 3/10