Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Who Review: The Power of Three

Hey you guys, remember that show Star Trek: Voyager? Remember the "Year of Hell" two-parter?

Oh, you don't? Okay, the quick and dirty is that over the space of a year, Voyager gets the snot beaten out of it, there's actual tension, conflict and character development among the crew (and then the reset button is pushed, naturally).

So when I saw the preview for this episode at the end of "A Town Called Mercy," where Amy described the plot as "the year of the slow invasion... when the Doctor came to stay," I figured it could be something like that.

It's not.

The Doctor gets terminally bored with the slow invasion and wanders off on some other adventures, getting Amy married to Henry VIII in the meantime, before he returns, waves his magic wand at the problem, and makes it go away.

It's supposed to be about, I think, Amy and Rory deciding whether to live at home or keep traveling with the Doctor. You know, that decision they've been putting off ever since "Hotel Labyrinth" "The God Complex." Would you care to guess what they do here? Oh, that's right, they put the decision off again.

Meanwhile, Rory's Dad is back for a repeat performance, because hey why not, and he's knocked unconscious by the alien menace that's trying to kill humanity.  Knocked unconscious, rather than killed, by the alien menace who's trying to kill humanity.

The one thing the episode has going for it is that it finally came up with a role appropriate for the sort of child actors they can afford (as opposed to the ones Game of Thrones can afford, which are much better). Namely, a kid who literally does not speak, does not emote, does not have to do anything except act like a robot.

Three out of ten. I would rather Steven Moffat reduce the number of episodes per year (or, given his strengths and weaknesses, make fewer, longer episodes per year a la Sherlock) than dish out crap like this.

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