Caution: Davros in area

I never knew how much Mawdryn would come back to haunt me until Mrs R made me go to Bensons For Beds last year.

Brought back quite a strong visual memory of being dragged round MFI in the 80s. Didn’t have the same level of resulting fear that Kinda gave me of garden centres a couple of years earlier though.

Fun new Myrka aside, this is grim stuff. The real beginning of that pointlessly nasty mid-period JNT era where it’s super-grisly and unpleasant and leaves a bad aftertaste. There really should have been another way.

The wife would have a field day with this.

The weird:
Everybody is dressed like formula one drivers, except Bulic, who has come as Michael Jackson.
Eye make-up very on trend in 2084.
The Silurians seem to have brought Ker-Plunk with them.
The lighting suddenly improves tenfold in the last six minutes.

The bad:
The PLOT.
It’s not clear what’s going on with Nilsen, Solow and Maddox at all until very late in the day.
Vorshak is ridiculously horizontal for a man facing underwater Armageddon.
The nasty hexachromite deaths.

Nice added shots and callback to The War Between in this edition.
Fielding and particularly Strickson are giving it their snotty best.
Tara Ward very glamorous.

The good:
Davison is 💯. One of his best performances, making the best of a rewrite and production shitshow.
The sets are brilliant. Unfortunately so’s the lighting….
The Silurians are useless.
Sea Devils look daft waddling around in their little hats, but come off better, even in this lighting.

Saward tries to turn it into Earthshock but underwater. But as we know, everything went a bit tits aloft.

Johnny Byrne is clearly trying to do a Moonbase Alpha-but-underwater scenario that would cost silly money. Eric Saward rewrote the crap out of it by all accounts, so it’s obviously at an immediate plot disadvantage anyway.

Now for the many gleamingly-lit elephants in the room.

I’ve probably seen this story three times since I was seven, and recognised the poor original beast’s Rentaghost-adjacency even then. Solow’s redux death scene is rather brilliant.
The models aren’t bad. The sets are very, very good….

First things first. The new Myrka (with nifty design callbacks to the Silurians’ pet dinosaur) is ACE.

Current viewing: Warriors Of The Deep (2026 Electric Boogaloo Version.

*cheap echo* SKRULLS

They should do one for people who’ve just finished work and can’t even finish a sen

I never post here.
Hello!
*potentially disappears for another seven months*

Yes, this will definitely cut the knees off U18s watching pixelated bukkake

I see lots of people are really pissed off about Superman being nice.

Your periodic reminder that 6 Music goes entirely sideways on Glasto weekend as it’s wall to wall live stuff that all sounds bloody awful on the radio.

Current slight obsession: Pictures of Noel Gallagher in transit looking thoroughly miserable.

Personally I thought Walton Goggins was the singer from The Guess Who.

This does *not* make this ongoing shit with Unbound/Boundless better, Tom, but I saw a copy of 21st C. Yokel out in the wild in Bradford on Avon today, and I bloody well bought it, because, well, you.

2024: “Why am I the only one talking about Dr Who’s ‘tache?”
2025: “Why am I the only one talking about Dr Who’s amazing regenerating/retractable hair?”

Changed my mind. I'm now giving 100 of these away instead. I wonder if that might be possible, by next week, if this gets enough shares and hits the algorithm?

Everyone: “AI is evil and we should be careful about allowing it to scrape whatever we do for its own evil ends.”
Also Everyone: “FUCK YEAH let’s put my actual name and likeness into ChatGPT and make an action figure!”

Finally!

Inside no.9 ticket queue is basically an interactive “Sure, Jan” gif

JOHN LENNON stands up. He is so tall that his head instantly enters a cloud.
TALL JOHN: Hello Yoko.
RINGO STARR: (anxiously) Mo, did you pack the beans. Mo? MO? MAL?!
AMERICAN GEORGE HARRISON: You’ll complete this fucking meditation course and become global ambassadors for TM, Hare Krishna.