|Peter Capaldi as the Doctor, on BBC's Doctor Who|
This past winter, my wife knit a Tom Baker-era Doctor Who scarf as a birthday gift for a friend. It turned out my friend has been wanting one since he was a kid, and could not have been more thrilled with the gift. He proudly wore the 12-foot scarf, its colourful tassels dragging along the streets of Washington, D.C., for the remaining cold days of the year, and even beyond them. Recently he told me a story: while walking to work on one such day, he crossed paths with a young boy (perhaps nine-years-old) and his mother. The boy, on seeing my friend, began jumping up and down and pulling at his mom's coat, yelling with delight: ""Doctor Who Scarf! Doctor Who Scarf!!!"
I tell this story, not only because of the profound pleasure the incident provoked in my friend, but because it reveals something I've long believed about Doctor Who as a televisual and cultural phenomenon. Even after 50 years and over 34 seasons, the show appeals across cultures, continents, and generations. (Tom Baker stopped wearing that scarf more than three decades before that young American boy was even born!) I loved the show as a child, when episodes of Peter Davison's Doctor aired on my local PBS channel, and as an adult the relaunched BBC series has topped my list of favourite shows since the show appeared in 2005.
And not surprisingly, I talk about Doctor Who… a lot. Easily more than all other television series combined. I've spoken about Doctor Who with doctors and lawyers, rabbis, priests and professors, friends and almost complete strangers. And there is always that moment when I realize that the one next to me loves what I love, and my heart opens just a little bit more to that person. I've had animated conversations with 10-year-olds about the paradoxical intricacies of TARDIS physics, and debates with 70-year-olds over whether Daleks or Cybermen were the more terrifying and why. (Right now, I can't recall which of the two I argued for at the time, because honestly both scare me witless.) Barely a new episode passes that I don't have a phone call with my friend from D.C. or with my brother. Those discussions can go on for hours, and often are only cut short only by the lateness of the hour. But in the more than four years since I started writing for Critics at Large, I've never written about Doctor Who. It wasn't until the show's remarkable new season, four episodes into Peter Capaldi's tenure as the show's twelfth Doctor, that I suddenly felt I had to write about it. And to be honest, until that moment, I don't think I'd really considered why I hadn't written onit before.
The answer, upon reflection, is fairly obvious. I don't just enjoy Doctor Who, I love it – with all the messy, ambivalent convolution that comes with that deep affection. Sure, I can talk for hours about the series, but when I do, the conversation seems more confessional than critical – that in the end I really am talking mainly about myself. No doubt this is just as true for other series, but the parts of myself that are engaged by Who feel deeper and more basic than, say, the parts addressed by Breaking Bad or Deadwood. There is great television that addresses powerful social, political, or philosophical ideas and situations, and then there are shows that speak directly to our humanity. Doctor Who falls firmly into the second category.
|Jenna Coleman and Peter Capaldi in Doctor Who|
Last year's season, the 50th anniversary and the last season of the Matt Smith-era was one of the least satisfying since 2005. Despite some powerful episodes and innovations (top of the list being the creation and regular use of Madame Vastra, Jenny, and Strax, the Victorian-age motley team of consulting detectives) and its culminating in the epic "Day of the Doctor" special, by the end of the year, I was looking forward to the new energy that would come from recasting the Doctor. (Compared to the exquisite pain I experienced in seeing David Tennant leave the role a few years earlier, this confession still feels to me rather like a betrayal.)
Focusing more on over-clever intricacies of plot and often leaving characters and emotion aside, that season's missteps highlighted the strengths and weakness of Steven Moffat (who, with fellow Doctor Who writer Mark Gatiss, is also the man behind BBC's Sherlock) as a showrunner. Clara Oswald (Jenna Coleman), initially intriguing, was largely emptied out by the end of season, with her "impossible girl" status being resolved in a fashion that left her seeming more prop than character. (It could, but shouldn't, be compared to the resolution to the "Bad Wolf" mystery of the 2005 season. The punch line of that was organic to the development of Rose's character, but with Clara, it felt rather like a non sequitur.) But the new season, which premiered a few weeks ago, has honestly made all recent frustrations fade almost entirely from view.
What prompted this bit of writing was last Saturday's Steven Moffat-authored episode, "Listen" – which may have been one of the best stand-alone episodes of the entire series. Everything that is great about this new season was on display: the plot was developed in a painterly fashion, letting the narrative wind its way forward rather than barrel ahead; instead of our players beings buffeted by the whims of larger or fated forces, the psychology and motivation of the characters comes to the fore. Plus, and Clara and the Doctor continue to entertainingly trade barbs and insults, further distancing us from the awkward, and often genuinely unsettling, flirtations between Clara and Smith's Doctor.
|Jenna Coleman and Peter Capaldi in Doctor Who|
It is refreshing, it is entertaining, and it has re-energized a show that for all of the youth of its on-screen players, was beginning to feel a little tired. I'm not sure if this past week's episode was the first time the series has shown us the Doctor as a child (though I believe it's a first for the new series), but it feels just right for Capaldi. The camera never shows us the boy's face, and all we are left with is pure child: alone, afraid of the dark, and a swirling field of emotions. Exactly the kind of child that lives inside all of us, for the rest of our lives.
Both in terms of plot and themes, "Listen" manifests almost everything about the series that I have long loved. The script leaves much of the plot elements confidently ambiguous, and spends its time revealing the essential humanity of every character. Depending on how you look at it, the plot of the episode was either deceptively simple or deceptively complex. And despite a story that seemed to rely on closed temporal loops – which would seem to reduce or even deny agency on the part of episode's three main characters (the Doctor, Clara, and Danny), the affective result of the story is precisely the opposite: stressing those smaller but more potent moments of freedom, precisely because of that otherwise deterministic frame. Doctor Who is a show about time travel and – despite those much talked about "fixed points in time" – has always been a story about breaking fate, undoing what seems inevitable, precisely because those are the moments in our lives that matter. You don't have to believe in time travel to know that the vast majority of our lives feels determined from outside our present selves – even when that the force that most often determines our present and future are our own past choices. Despite Doctor Who's speculative and sometimes charmingly silly conceits, the show is about ideas – but ideas that matter, ideas that live. (This is effected even more viscerally than, for example Continuum's more recent storyline that addresses these issues powerfully as well, but that Canadian series hits closer to the brain than the gut.)
Peter Calpaldi seems to the best thing that has happened to Steven Moffat since Benedict Cumberbatch. And for the time being, the future (and the past, and everything in between) looks bright indeed.
– Mark Clamen is a writer, critic, film programmer and lifelong television enthusiast. He lives in Toronto, where he often lectures on television, film, and popular culture.