(In a slight change of schedule for this week: after reviewing Dinosaurs On A Spaceship recently, it seemed like a good time to take a look at Doctor Who's previous dinosaur extravaganza, Invasion Of The Dinosaurs. So without further ado, let's wind the clock back to the Golden Age...)
“Don’t
it always seem to go
That
you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone.
They
paved paradise and put up a parking lot.”
Sentiments that Joni M so ably expressed in song, the
fanatics of Operation Golden Age set out to address using the medium of
temporal manipulation. Their actions are extreme and the exact physics lie
beyond the understanding of mere mortals, but you can appreciate where they’re
coming from. In a similar way, I haven’t a clue how Joni wrote most of her
songs – I’m guessing drugs – but that one in particular is a theme that still
resonates today. And by the same token that’s true of Invasion Of The
Dinosaurs, a story as lyrical as any you might find in the history of Doctor
Who and one that carries even greater resonance with the passage of time.
As the Doctor points out: progress isn’t the problem. The
problem is greed. And when is that ever going to go away? Seems to me it’s more
prevalent than ever. If not, it’s more blatant and we inhabit a world
constantly reeling from its debilitating and damaging side-effects.
Writer Malcolm Hulke does a beautiful job of highlighting
the issue by using time as a device for exaggeration, his extremist antagonists
hell-bent on driving the world back to the extremes of prehistory. Not the
extremes as in as far back as we can go, no – rather, to a period when the most
dangerous predators roamed the Earth. The irony being, of course, that even a
ferocious Tyrannosaur is not half as terrifying as the misery and harm a
handful of money-grabbing, power-hungry politicians or corporate vultures can
inflict on millions of lives.
God, it’s depressing. And there’s not really a lot we can
do about it. Except write protest songs.
And protest stories.
Of course, the Tyrannosaur might have been a bit more
terrifying had it and its fellow dinosaurs been better realised. They are
rubbish. There’s no beating about the prehistoric bush, no chance of
sugar-coating the pill here. While some old Doctor Who fx will make you cringe, these may well induce weeping.
They also made me wish the production budget – not to mention the schedule –
could have allowed for the late, great Ray Harryhausen to bring these creatures
to life. But if wishes were horses the triceratops and stegosaurs would have
been joined on screen by an eohippus like the one in The Valley Of Gwangi.
The show’s ambitions are often to be applauded but they
really do bite off more than they can chew here. The dinos are disastrously
rubbery and don’t have a fraction of the character that Harryhausen used to
invest in his creations. And yet the story tries to include a scene in which a
T Rex and brontosaur (as we used to call them back then) battle it out in a
London street.
Ah, if only in this day and age of digital restorations
on DVD the powers that be had poured some money into CGI dinos for this instead
of extra Daleks for the Day Of The Daleks
Special Edition.
It’s harder to look past the visual shortcomings of this
one but at the same time it is the greater adventure by far. Director PaddyRussell works wonders where she can and shots of the evacuated capital are
haunting and effective, a stark illustration of the kind of world that will be
left after the misguided fanatics have had their way. And the actors throw
themselves into the action with the fullest conviction. When Pertwee and LisSladen battle a less than believable puppet pterousaur or a CSO saurus of any
breed, they believe it for us and do everything they can to sell such sequences
despite the technical deficiencies.
They’re an engaging team and they do a great deal to draw
us into the adventure as they become embroiled in the harsh realities of a London
plagued by looters and by soldiers enforcing martial law. It’s a relief when
they reunite with the friendly faces of UNIT, but while it’s something of a
homecoming for the Doctor their troubles are far from over.
This is a welcome antidote to the pitiful UNIT swan-song
that was The Android Invasion.
Ironically, nothing throws the UNIT family into
sharper focus than when that family is falling apart. Captain Mike Yates is the
black sheep of the family and this tale makes good use of his experiences in The Green Death as a foundation for his
betrayal. The Brigadier’s and Benton’s reluctance to believe Mike’s involvement
with the bad guys and the emotional fallout is nicely underplayed – as it
should be. But you can feel the wrench without having it hammered home.
The Brigadier pulls strings to cushion Mike’s downfall as
best he can, a nice balance to Mike’s underlying principles – his refusal to
harm the Doctor, for instance, in the face of demands from his new employers.
Naturally enough, those employers take matters into their own hands behind his
back but you can appreciate that he tried.
They’re a nasty, unscrupulous bunch, these hippies.
They’re a decent mix of characters though, which just
happens to include a terrific triumvirate of Doctor Who semi-regulars – JohnBennett, Martin Jarvis and Peter Miles as General Finch, Butler and Professor
Whitaker respectively. Heading them up is Charles Grover, a well-mannered
malefactor, played with charm by Noel Johnson. Senior civil servants are a
frequently occurring feature of 70s Who and it’s only fitting that one of them
crops up as the villainous mastermind behind the whole scheme.
Except, of course, he’s neither villain nor mastermind.
Technically, Whitaker is the brains of Operation Golden Age and you get the
impression he’s in this purely to see his dreams of creating a time machine
reach fruition. The rest are idealists with dreams of a purer, cleaner Earth. A
new beginning. A new Eden.
The dinosaurs are incidental, a ruse to clear London so
that only true believers – safely hidden away on a fake spaceship under the
capital – may be saved when the rest of the world is wiped clean. Much is made
of how horrible the modern world has become (little argument there) and the
film that Sarah is shown as part of her rehabilitation has echoes of a scene in
Colony In Space when the Doctor is left to watch a similar movie on the
(equally depressing) state of the world.
It’s clear that Hulke cares about the future. And he uses
that to craft a story we care about.
Never mind that the idealists’ plans are a bit mental.
And ‘far-fetched’ is not ‘where no TARDIS has gone before’ by any stretch of
the imagination. While the notion that a bunch of intelligent people could be
duped into believing they are on a spaceship bound for a new Earth does exactly
that – stretches the imagination – it’s not a million light years from the kind
of stunts Derren Brown pulls for the purposes of entertainment. So it’s my
contention that Operation Golden Age likely employed someone like Derren. I’ve
thought for some years that Derren would make a great Who villain anyway.
Indeed, those on the ‘spaceship’ – including Carmen Silvera as Ruth – are earnest want-to-believers of the sort that would be
receptive and susceptible to the hypnotic techniques practiced by the likes of
Mr Brown.
Overall, I find the runaround given the Doctor in the
late middle section of the story to be the greater flaw. It’s mitigated by the
fact that there’s plenty of other stuff going on elsewhere, but I do wish there
could have been something weightier and more substantive to occupy the Doctor –
and us – for that period.
But there we are – back to those wishes. And not a horse
– or Eohippus – in sight.
There is, however, a little black cat in a shop window
very near the end. As a giant T Rex roars nearby, the cat shows a feline
fearlessness and merely seems curious as to what the Doctor and the Brigadier
are doing outside its window. It’s a special moment.
This is an adventure that really begs you to forgive its
production values and it’s no easy task – those dinosaurs are truly rubbish, as
I may have mentioned – but if you can then the story will reward your patience
and understanding.
Doctor
Who’s
‘Golden Age’ is not nearly as shiny and polished as we sometimes like to
remember it. When we turn back the clock by watching it on DVD things might not
work out as we’d hoped. But when the stories are this good – with such a rich
and compelling theme at its core – then it’s worth sealing off a corner of your
imagination where the magic can be preserved.
The fx are poor, but the magic is no illusion.
1 comment:
I've never worked how the production crew thought they could get away with this story. Surely everyone was saying 'okay we just about got away with the maggots, and I think we can pull off the giant spiders - but an apatosaurus?' With the dinosaurs being quite so incidental to the overall plot, it's have been better if London hadn't been threatened by the Chewitts monster.
And I've never forgiven Jon Pertwee for blowing up a triceratops. Won't kill the Master who's just murdered thousands, but will do in a herbivore stuck on the Northern Line. Sense of priorities...
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