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Katalepsis IV: the Other Side of Nowhere (part 1)
This review was comissioned by @skaianDestiny


This arc doesn't go at all the way I expected it to, after the way the previous one ended. It really seemed like Heather was going to have to spend a few chapters escaping New Sun captivity and maybe liberating some of Alex's secrets and/or prisoners in the process, but nope! Things get derailed almost immediately on account of Heather finally deciding that enough is enough and it's time to stop hiding her power level.

I mean that in something closer to the original, Dragonball sense of the term. Not the irony-poisoned "how deep are you into your subversive ideology" sense. Raine would be way ahead of her if that was the case, of course.

Either due to the construction of the dimensional tunnel itself or because of some active countermeasure the cultists are using, Heather is unable to plane shift away like she did in the university ambush OR plane shift the attackers away like she did in the alley chase. However, if you'll recall, plane shifting is only one of the magic tricks that Heather has been too afraid and too valuing of her nervous tissue to use. She also did that telekinesis thing to repel a bullet, back when Amy shot at Raine. Now she does the telekinesis thing again, but with significantly more force, and acting directly upon an opponent's body.

Zheng the zombie, who has thus far not taken visible damage from any form of attack, gets her arm twisted off and blasted across the corridor.

Heather has a seizure and loses consciousness immediately after performing this feat. But still, she does it. It's something she can do. It's something that she could have done at any point in the last decade if she chose to.

...

The theme of power and the exercise thereof is one I've commented on at a few points in Katalepsis, mostly in the context of Heather's feelings about Raine. I wasn't sure how intentional its presence in the story, but now I'm sure that it was completely intentional.

The fact that Heather is doing this now, after all these conversations with Raine about violence (and just barely tiptoeing around interrogating her own aversion to it), isn't coincidence.

And it...you know, really, thinking about this some more, it occurs to me that Heather might be a much less reliable narrator than I realized.

Did she ever actually think she was schizophrenic?

She's been sitting on these extremely verifiable, extremely material magical powers for this entire time. Her framing at the beginning of the story implies that she's always been too scared and sad about the Eye in her dreams to actually experiment with its teachings, but is that actually true? Did she really never, at any point in that decade and change, try performing the mental mathematics and dealing with the brain pain, just out of curiosity and/or frustration? Never? Not even once?

Maybe it's not just internalized stigma against the mentally ill and general British pseudo-liberal indoctrination that gave Heather her extreme aversion to (and simultaneous fascination with) violence. Maybe it's also that she's known, all along, how much damage she could do if she chose.

...

When Heather wakes up, one of Evelyn's spiderbots is standing guard over her just inside the portal threshold. I guess they can remain active a little way inside. And also they managed to be a little smarter and more proactively discriminating than usual. So, that's nice. It keeps Heather safe until she can drag herself back into Evelyn's workshop and then scream the others awake.

It strikes me as a bit of a design flaw that the spiderbots don't automatically set off an alarm when they respond to an intrusion like this. Well, probably less of a design flaw and more of a bug that's cropped up since Evelyn's mother's death that Evelyn yet hasn't figured out how to fix.

Anyway, once the others have come over and Heather's recovered a bit more, they puzzle out what the heck happened and what to do about it. It's obvious from the ink on her hands that Heather is the one who finished the portal, but even with her self-catalyzing mathematic Edward Elric powers she shouldn't have had the know-how to do that even if she had the inclination, so her mind control story is readily believed. Heather still doesn't quite remember who Lozzie is, but she recalls a few more details this time, and putting them together with other details she's told them about after previous dreams they're able to determine the general shape of the situation. IE, that Alex is still gunning for Heather specifically, and that there's another entity associated with the Brotherhood of the New Sun that's trying to help her. Evelyn infers that there's a power struggle going on within the sect, which isn't exactly right, but it's reasonably close.

While Heather was recovering, the others investigated the tunnel entrance a bit, and found something that made Evelyn decide not to close the portal immediately. See, there's a dead cult member laying on the floor a few feet inside the corridor, and he does not appear to have been killed by Heather's kinetic blast. Rather, he was torn apart with fingernails and teeth.

"Ugh." Twil straightened up, holding her nose. "Dunno about you lot, but he reeks. Can't we get on? What are you even doing?"

"Looking for clues." Raine said, still poking and prodding at the corpse. "Investigating, you know?"

"The zombie did it," I deadpanned.

"Ahhh yes, but did she knock his head off first and then pull his guts out, or the other way around?" I saw Raine grin in the corner of my eye. Nobody laughed.

Evelyn exposits that some demon binding techniques involve inscribing control-glyphs on the body you want them to animate. If one of Zheng's control glyphs was inscribed on the arm that Heather blew off, and she wasn't thrilled with the direction her relationship with her summoner had been going, then it's very likely that Zheng took advantage of this opportunity. Hence Heather still being alive, and this cultist being dead. I guess now we know what happens if you're stingy with the strawberries.

This is also why Evelyn didn't immediately collapse the portal. If the enemy has already lost their assault team and are on the backfoot due to Zheng rampaging, then this is the perfect time to launch a counterattack. Heather is still kinda fucked up from using the brainmath, but other than that the party is all fresh and well-rested, and they might never get another opportunity like this. Twil is onboard for this; she might not be on speaking terms with her family at the moment, but that doesn't make her any less irritated with the New Suns. She's met Alexander Lilliburne in person, and after that you can't rest until you've punched him in the face at least once.

On the topic of Twil, we learn a somewhat surprising fact about her here:

"What if they won't leave?" I asked.

Raine cleared her throat. "That's what I'm for, yeah?" A shiver passed up my spine.

"Me too," Twil said, almost a whine in her voice. Evelyn sighed and shot her a sidelong look.

"You've never killed a person," she said. "You're here for shock and awe."

Twil opened her mouth to complain, then halted. "Shock and awe?" She grinned. "Cool."

Twil has never killed a human. Like I said, I'm moderately surprised to hear this. Even if the Church of Hringwingdings has become a more peaceful organization in recent years, the magical world seems hostile enough by default that I figured she'd have had to kill someone within her several years of being their main combat asset.

Even if the occult underworld is a battleground of wizards vs brain parasites as the last arc strongly implied, I feel like Evelyn's outlook might be disproportionately bleak and paranoid.

So. They take a minute to arm up. Evelyn with the rune-inscribed leg bone of...either her own mother, or her own body, not yet sure which...that she apparently can do magic with. Raine, with more conventional weaponry of various types. Both the Praem instances come along too.

Heather, for her part, brings a ball of yarn. This ends up being a very prescient move on her part, and is more useful at least in the immediate future than any of the edgier accessories. The tunnel entrance leads into a maze of twisted space that doesn't follow the usual rules of mazes on account of having an extra spatial dimension to work with. If not for the string trail they leave behind themselves, they'd get themselves lost beyond the point of recovery. Even with the trail, making progress is virtually impossible.

Once again, Heather is the one able to solve the problem. Her plane shifting might not work from inside here, but her mind - due to exposure to the Eye's hypermath lessons - is much better able to grasp the shape of a four dimensional interior than a normal human's or even Evelyn's. Granted, she has an extra advantage here as well, even though she's still only half-conscious of it.

I told myself I was strengthened by the sense of purpose, or the companionship of my friends, or maybe I felt better because I'd already passed out once, like purging rotten food from my belly.

Purpose, yes, that must be why. I was on my feet and moving forward because of the need to know, because of lost time like the absence of a tooth, a wet bleeding socket I couldn't help but probe; because somebody had helped me, and I needed to return that trust and support and love.

Love? Where had that thought come from?

I turned my mind away from the other possibility: that I was simply becoming inured to the reality-breaking contusions of the Eye's brain-math.

I was getting used to this.

Lozzie said before that she worked a vulnerability into this structure for Heather to exploit. It turns out that the "labyrinth" is actually a very simple pair of corridors spiralling around each other in the fourth dimension with some junctions connecting them. To most people - even to most magically educated people - it reads as maddening eldritch geometry. To someone with a more intuitive grasp of such things, it turns out, navigating it is almost as simple as just walking in a straight line once you've realized what the shape is.

Lozzie did say that Heather was "like her" in some unspecified way. Presumably, whatever state Lozzie is in, whatever power she has that lets her mould these extradimensional spaces, it has the same theoretical underpinnings as the Eye's lessons. And Alexander is in the same boat as Evelyn when it comes to actually understanding the theory vs. having someone else to do it.

Well, Heather also does have a third advantage too. This one relating to her morale:

The trick was unthinkable – literally, none of us would have ever figured it out. We wandered until we found a four-way junction, a crossroads amid the claustrophobia. I directed us, voice steady as I concentrated on instructions, rather than risk contemplating what we were doing. Twil's frowning confusion helped, the way she cocked an eyebrow at me in the middle of my seemingly ridiculous directions. I managed a smile. She was so pretty. I focused on that. Pretty girl in the mist. Don't think about the spiral.

Oh, Heather.~

For at least part of the trek through the warp-spiral, they have the benefit of Zheng's blood trail to follow. It leads them to the body of the second cultist who tried to nab Heather, and who has now been killed in a similar manner to the first. Shortly thereafter, it leads them to Zheng herself. Before the encounter can happen though, Raine just straight up loots both the corpses.

I leaned against a wall and closed my eyes and thought about bed and books, as Raine repeated her ghoulish performance and extracted another wallet without getting her hands dirty. No car keys this time.

"That's what he gets for trying to kidnap my girl," Raine said. Nobody laughed.

My assessment of Raine has shifted a few times over the course of the story so far. At this point, though? After the vaguely defined tragic backstory that conveniently takes place somewhere across the country offscreen, the strong but weird convictions, the nonchalance toward lethal violence, and now the compulsive corpse-looting? I think "player character" really is just the best description.

Also also, the New Sun rank-and-file are all wearing the stereotypical robes when operating inside their own lair. Which I have mixed feelings about. On one hand, it's a dumb cliche that I feel like the cultists themselves would feel really silly about doing. On the other, Alexander Lilburne is the exact specific kind of cringelord who would force them to do it anyway. So, I'm 50/50 on whether this detail improves the narrative or detracts from it.

When they meet Zheng again, her behavior is...confusing, to say the least. She seems to be in the process of reattaching her arm to its stump, which is surprising if the arm has a control glyph on it. Maybe she's scratched it out in the time between then and now, or maybe Evelyn was wrong about the catalyst for her breaking free. Evelyn being wrong about a magic thing she claims to be intimately familiar with, imagine that. Anyway, while reattaching her arm, Zheng is also banging her head against the wall over and over again. More than anything, it seems like she might be trying to fight off an attempt by Alexander to reassert control. In any case, it's probably for the best that she warps away through the walls when she sees the group approaching her.

Zheng could prove to be enemy or ally the next time they run into her, but for now she seems to be a nonfactor. So, after trying in vain to figure out what they just saw and what they should do to account for it, they let Heather guide them onward along the warp spiral. Eventually, they make it to the end, and it turns out that the Brotherhood of the New Sun's spacewarping schtick is not at all what it looked like.

Turns out we're in something along the lines of the Upside Down. An alternate dimension reflection of Sharrowford (and possibly the rest of our universe, for all that they can tell). Only, the entire landscape - buildings, pavement, and everything else - is made of one contiguous chunk of greenish stone-like substance, the sky is grey and choked with mist, and there are giant sky-jellyfish that everyone can see. Also, there's a giant fucking castle molded out of the weird landscape in a spot that doesn't correlate to any similar-ish landmark in Sharrowford.



No way in hell did New Sun create all of this, Lozzie or no Lozzie. This is some kind of natural liminal dimension that they discovered and are exploiting. Lozzie's spacewarping powers just let them build structures within it and form tunnels connecting it to realspace.

...

The Brotherhood of the New Sun probably aren't the firsts to have ever done this, assuming that this liminal dimension has indeed always existed. Maybe exploring this Upside Down-ish realm would eventually turn up the remains of other wizards who have camped out in it over the centuries, and perhaps even other living one who are still doing so.

Then again, Sharrowford is supposed to be an interdimensional hotspot for whatever reason. It could be that this shadow realm is much more limited in size, and co-occurs only with "hotspot" sections of Earth's surface (either as the cause or as an effect). In that case, it's much more likely for any individual section to have gone undiscovered.

In any case, I wonder where the sky jellyfish came from. And if there's other (indigenous? invasive?) nonhuman life in this dimension(s).

...

Anyway, once they're done being blown away by what they've just discovered, they set out toward their new, obvious objective. I'm sure Evelyn will love to study this place once Alexander is no longer in it.

I wonder...if this space is liminal between our dimension and someplace else, it might also be able to serve as an "orbital launchpad" for Heather to plane shift from. IE, it might take less effort and cost fewer neurons for her to travel to other dimensions from here than from Earth, with the tunnels connecting it to Sharrowford in turn serving as a space elevator analogue. If so, securing this location might be an important step toward rescuing Maisie as well as getting rid of Alexander.

...

Once again, I imagine how much easier things could be for everyone if it only weren't for this background expectation of hostility from other wizard groups. Even if that paranoia is justified by historical conditions like mind parasites etc, and even if Evelyn's perspective is making it seem worse than it actually is, imagine a version of this world where it didn't exist, and New Sun could have just let Heather and Evelyn explore their discovery in exchange for borrowing their nightgaunt.

Well. Alexander would still be a douchebag. But douchebags would have a harder time gaining power in a world that encouraged prosocial behavior among magicians.

...

Moving on toward the castle, they find further evidence that the Brotherhood of the New Sun only discovered and modified this realm rather than creating it. There are multiple layers of defensive glyphs, in paint, in candles, and other stranger materials, set in wide circles around the castle. Seemingly placed and painted by hand, in stages, through a slow, painstaking process. They even meet a living cultist leading a small team of zombies (these corpses have only just recently been bound to their controlling entity, making them slow, fragile, and more like typical fantasy mook zombies. Whether the entity they're bound to is the same as Zheng or a different one is unaddressed for now) in completing the most recent ward-ring, by slowly walking around the castle and placing the candles by hand.

The cultist dude surrenders and pretends to be a helpless dupe who doesn't know anything. When he tries to gank them with his zombies after they let their guard down though, he finds out that their guard wasn't actually let down.

For a split-second the young man's face was no longer the sobbing, desperate drop-out, conned into a cult with promises of easy money; instead, raw dominance, victory, pleasure in inflicting pain. 'Got you' his eyes said.

Then Raine shot him in the head.

...

"Never had to actually pull the trigger before," Raine said.

"Are you … okay?" I asked.

She flashed a grin, clicked the gun's safety on, and tucked it back into her jacket. "Hundred percent. More concerned about you, wish you didn't have to see that."

Raine has killed people before, and she's shot guns before, but apparently this was her first time killing someone with a gun. Noted.

As for how seeing this effects Heather, well. She's seen Raine kill before, but she hasn't seen it happen again after she herself plane shifted that cultist to dogworld. And now after tearing Zheng's arm off and actually seeing the spray of blood right in front of her eyes too. That latter one is actually hurting Heather's self-perception more than the incident in the alley, on account of the latter having not actually killed the cultist but merely forced him to start the tedious bureaucratic naturalization process of the Fleaman Republic. This time, she saw herself do bodily harm, and its aftermath.

Well. I imagine that thread is going to lead somewhere very specific very soon.

When they reach the castle, they find a rather more literal "maiden in the tower" situation than I expected. Lozzie is, to all appearances, physically walking around inside the castle. She's confined to the upper levels, and - on seeing their approach - calls out to them for help. Seeing her in the flesh again, and this time not in sleepwalking zombie mode, jogs Heather's memory and lets her recall all their dream meetings in detail. Hopefully, that information barrier will never have to be worked around again after this.

Dream-memories pummelled me. Raine spoke but I couldn't hear a word, squeezing my eyes shut in a vain attempt at control. The memories were all there. They'd been there all along, on the other side of a conceptual leap I couldn't possibly have made alone. The places Lozzie had taken me in our dreams—the great winter castle, the desert, the library, a dozen others. Mars. She'd shown me the surface of Mars and I hadn't remembered. We'd cried together, talked for hours, cuddled and held each other—were we friends, or more? A seed of guilt snagged in the base of my chest, but I crushed it down and ignored it for now. Bigger things to worry about.

I knew Lozzie, if only from dreams; I knew better than anybody else alive that dreams could be completely real.

I just realized that the memory-barrier is another parallel between Lozzie's situation and Maisie's. Just, Heather is on a different side of it this time. Clever.

Evelyn is predictably reluctant to grant any quarter to a member of the opposition, even despite everything Heather tells her (the words "one of the vermin in my city" are spoken), but she grudgingly lets herself be overruled. They start trying to work out a way to get Lozzie down from there, only for her brother and a couple of lackeys to step out onto the deck behind her and haul her away.

Heather once again demonstrates that she needs to learn when to keep her mouth shut.

Alexander straightened up from his sister. As he did, I took a step forward, suddenly resolved, a feeling of desperate, unfamiliar strength in my heart.

"Give me your sister and we'll leave," I shouted.

Alexander met my eyes. His expression shifted and a shiver crawled up my spine. Wrong tactic, Heather, utterly wrong. All his irritation and anger appeared to drain away as he raised his eyebrows and ran his hands over his hair, as if to check every strand was in place. He raised his chin and the ghost of a smile played across that shiny, clean-shaven face.

"Lavinia wishes to make a deal? How interesting," he said, and turned to Lozzie. "How do you know Lavinia, dear sister? When, in all the permutations of time and reality, could you possibly have shared each other's company? Hmm?" He leaned down close to his sister and cupped her chin in one hand. "How curious."

"Oh, shit," Raine hissed.

God fucking damnit, Heather. Guess they'd better rescue her really, really soon, after that happened.

Raine tries to shoot Alex off the wall. Unfortunately, his skill at defensive magic once again proves far more impressive than his tactical or social thinking abilities. Direct hit. Negligable damage. It's like the heart and lungs aren't even vital spots at all, for him. Maybe hitting him in the head would have worked better, but unfortunately he comes up next in the initiative order. He speaks an incantation, and a truly massive creature lowers itself down from above the misty sky, scaring the swarms of sky-jellyfish away with its colossal bulk.

It doesn't seem to be attacking them, exactly. But just having it nearby overhead seems to cause psychic damage, and the sounds that it makes are basically in the flashbang range when it comes to ear sensitivity. With Alexander and his goons inside the castle seemingly protected, it seems like they'll be able to pick off the heroes with impunity while they're stunned unless someone does something fast.



That's where I ended my reading session, about a third of the way through the arc. Nice dramatic cliffhanger, I think.


So far, "The Other Side of Nowhere" has been pretty action-focused, so there's not a ton of deep analysis to be done that I can see. Some nice environments and concepts. The visual of the party venturing ahead with Twil in werewolf mode and the two goofy giant blue meido bodyguards is a very MMORPG visual that I can't say I care for all that much, but other than that this was some great atmosphere.

Though, uh, when it comes to keeping the tone there are also a couple passages that...like, okay, take this for example. If this exchange happened during a more casual conversation I'd be more appreciative of it, but during a tense action sequence, well:

"Fucking shit," Twil spluttered from the floor. "Bitch-ass cunt motherfucker. Ow." She probed a nasty gash on her forehead, blood smeared down her face, her nose bent at an angle.

"Language, Twil," I muttered. "Werewolf, not swearwolf." She goggled at me and I managed a shrug, shaking with adrenaline and shock.

-___-

Yeah. Feels like a little too much winking at the audience for a point in the story when immersion needs to be at its strongest.


Anyway. Next time, next time.
 
Yeah, my library has collections of both Tintin and Carl Brooks (and even Dan Rosa's!) Donald Duck/Scrooge McDuck books. Heck, even my elementary school library had the complete Tintin run.
Oh, I'm sure there are people reading it in America. But it doesn't have anything like the cultural cachet that the animated version has. If you grabbed a random person off the street in the U.S., it's highly likely that they would know who Scrooge McDuck and a good chance that they have seem him in a cartoon, is but pretty unlikely that they would have ever seen him in a comic book. (But then, comic book readership in the U.S. has been quite low in general for decades now.)

The one that comes to mind to me is The Phantom (THE GHOST WHO WALKS) who predates Superman by a couple of years- but has always mostly been in newspaper strips rather than comics.
BTW, you bringing up The Phantom got me thinking about period-piece superhero movies from the '90s, and that resulted in me rewatching The Rocketeer for the first time in probably decades, so thanks for that. :cool:
 
it's highly likely that they would know who Scrooge McDuck and a good chance that they have seem him in a cartoon, is but pretty unlikely that they would have ever seen him in a comic book. (But then, comic book readership in the U.S. has been quite low in general for decades now.)

The 2017 DuckTales reboot at least features the cast coming out of a giant comic book, as different from Carl Barks' vision as the show can be.

BTW, you bringing up The Phantom got me thinking about period-piece superhero movies from the '90s, and that resulted in me rewatching The Rocketeer for the first time in probably decades, so thanks for that. :cool:

I'm reminded of the Dick Tracy movie, which was more 'interesting' than good. But I'm also reminded I need to watch The Rocketeer already.

The Shadow also got a 90s movie (I think with Alec Baldwin), and hey, Leila reviewed his first story a while back
 
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As Leila's just finishing up Haibane Renmei on Patreon, I said a while ago that Haruki Murakami's End of the World was a big influence on it. But I'm also now wondering if Mervyn Peake's Gormenghast was an influence too, since they have more than a few similarities.

Sealed-off world, gothic medieval-ish setting, naive protagonist, characters with weird names, whole bunch of random rules people obey because that's just tradition (the big one), these together could easily describe either series. Still, I've got no conclusive evidence to say Gormenghast did inspire Haibane Renmei, but it wouldn't surprise me if it did.

Or maybe Gormenghast inspired End of the World which inspired Haibane Renmei, that's possible too.

Edit: Incidentally, Gormenghast was written by a white guy commenting on Confucianism, while Haibane Renmei was written by an East Asian commenting on Christianity
 
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And beyond that, there's the red, lightning-powered elephant in the room: Captain Marvel.

It shouldn't surprise anyone that Superman spawned a horde of imitators, but Captain Marvel was the only one who was outselling Superman. From what I know, throughout the 1940s, and especially in the years after WW2, Superman was progressively retooled to be more like Captain Marvel. I.e. a lot more conservative American wholesome and righteous. By the time the 1950s rolled around AFAIK Superman was already a bright, cartoony, child-friendly book. The events of the 50s just cemented that take in popular consciousness for good.
Captain Marvel famously had a story in which a nuclear war broke out and everyone on Earth except him dies, which at the end was revealed to be an in-universe PSA about why nuclear disarmament needs to happen, and also got into a fight with a not-KKK that was hassling his friend Mr. Tawky Tawny the anthropomorphic tiger.

Which I believe back in 1946 was perfectly in-keeping with being "more conservative American wholesome and righteous" actually? Believe it or not, "conservative" and "right wing" aren't actually synonymous with "racist", "fascist", "evil", etc. much as (former) Pres. Trump would give the impression otherwise; not everyone on the Right is exactly the same.
Well, Steve Ditko wasn't a Libertarian, he was an Objectivist.
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Case in point.

You know, it would be a side detail for superhero stories if there was a subcultural phenomenon of "copycats" - like, we know that superhero comics exist in the world of superhero stories, right?*

So, what if some rando gets (limited) superpowers from some whacko weird science bullshit, jumps to the conclusion "I'm a [hero's title] now!" and puts on a homemade faux-costume and goes out to fight crime?
Like, there must be incidents in the DCU where some bystander gets the power of flight or super-strength from a magical gewgaw exploding, lets it go to their head, dresses up in a cape and tights with crude red, white and blue stripes-and-stars, calls themself a guardian of truth and justice, and crashes a drug deal or something.
Barry Allen, the Silver Age Flash, says hi.
 
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About Epic (Leila's just reviewed it on Patreon), I'm kinda exhausted by yet another Greek myth story, coming after Percy Jackson, Hades, Hadestown, Lore Olympus, Song of Achilles, Wrath Goddess Sing, Stray Gods, Ransom, and many more.
Don't get me wrong, most of these are pretty good (well, maybe not Lore Olympus). But I just feel like Greek mythology's becoming as overdone as Medieval Europe
 
I'd agree if any of those actually addressed (well, Epic does) actual Greek Myth. I just want one good adaptation of the Iliad, is that too much to ask?
 
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About Epic (Leila's just reviewed it on Patreon), I'm kinda exhausted by yet another Greek myth story, coming after Percy Jackson, Hades, Hadestown, Lore Olympus, Song of Achilles, Wrath Goddess Sing, Stray Gods, Ransom, and many more.
Don't get me wrong, most of these are pretty good (well, maybe not Lore Olympus). But I just feel like Greek mythology's becoming as overdone as Medieval Europe

You think a whole continent for 1000 years has been overdone?
 
About Epic (Leila's just reviewed it on Patreon), I'm kinda exhausted by yet another Greek myth story, coming after Percy Jackson, Hades, Hadestown, Lore Olympus, Song of Achilles, Wrath Goddess Sing, Stray Gods, Ransom, and many more.
Don't get me wrong, most of these are pretty good (well, maybe not Lore Olympus). But I just feel like Greek mythology's becoming as overdone as Medieval Europe
well unfortunately for you I'll actually be shelling out for the rest of Epic! the Musical when it finishes, and tbh now you have me tempted to commission Wrath Goddess Sing with my next cash influx~

frankly there's not ENOUGH greek myth stuff, most of it is such dogshit, we need like, 100x this amount so we get some consistent winners.
 
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more actual medieval fantasy would be great, honestly. Let's get us a fucking Roland anime!
The bullshit the Knights of the Round Table and Paladins got up to is so spectacular that most executives would dismiss it as too colorful or energetic for the "Dung Ages" believing masses, not to mention the fact that not everyone would be white men would piss off certain "TrUe fAnTaSy" type folks who are convinced that anything that isn't what they grew up with is bad. Or it would be too expensive to make as a "new IP" after The Green Knight failed.
 
Turns out we're in something along the lines of the Upside Down. An alternate dimension reflection of Sharrowford (and possibly the rest of our universe, for all that they can tell).
Which specific mirror world is The Upside Down a name for?
But I'm also reminded I need to watch The Rocketeer already.
I remember it being kinda horny and not very classy about it. But it is a movie that understands that jetpacks are cool.
About Epic (Leila's just reviewed it on Patreon), I'm kinda exhausted by yet another Greek myth story, coming after Percy Jackson, Hades, Hadestown, Lore Olympus, Song of Achilles, Wrath Goddess Sing, Stray Gods, Ransom, and many more.
Don't get me wrong, most of these are pretty good (well, maybe not Lore Olympus). But I just feel like Greek mythology's becoming as overdone as Medieval Europe
You mean Epic: The Musical, not Epic the pre-SAO VRMMO novel, or Epic the weirdly good Photogenic Tiny Backyard Creatures Versus Less Photogenic Ones movie by Dreamworks?
I've been burned out on greco-roman mythology for ages, although not having read any primary sources is probably a lot of it. Madeline Miller's Circe is the first time I've really liked any of it, probably? Megan Whelan Turner's Thief series is really good though, and that's at least sort of adjacent.
I miss Avikai, that was a fun game.
What was it? Probably not some weird business, as googling suggests?
 
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You mean Epic: The Musical, not Epic the pre-SAO VRMMO novel, or Epic the weirdly good Backyard Fairies Versus Bugpeople movie by Dreamworks (which is also technically a musical)?

I've been burned out on greco-roman mythology for ages, although not having read any primary sources is probably a lot of it. Madeline Miller's Circe is the first time I've really liked any of it, probably? Megan Whelan Turner's Thief series is really good though, and that's at least sort of adjacent.
Epic the Musical. I commissioned most of it. Gonna commission the rest once it's all out. Tbh, read the Iliad. It's great Epic poetry. Read abridged translations in myth collections if that's not good for you. There's a lot of YA shit for Greek Mythology that's resoundingly meh, and there's stuff that like, uses it as inspiration but doesn't actually engage with the stories and myths themselves because they're trying to tell a completely contemporary stories with Greek Myth vibes.

The original stuff is good shit. Emily Wilson's translations of the Iliad and the Odyssey are both fantastic, highly recommended. And, of course, I also highly recommend Epic! The Musical, and got Leila pretty into it, too~

What was it? Probably not some weird business, as googling suggests?
Leila's character in a Pathfinder game we were both in, based on Greek Myth. Didn't work out, and we're playing Shadowdark now, but her character had that same grudge against Greek wine as overpriced and overresined as a running complaint as a Levantine character stranded in Greece.
 
Leila's character in a Pathfinder game we were both in, based on Greek Myth. Didn't work out, and we're playing Shadowdark now, but her character had that same grudge against Greek wine as overpriced and overresined as a running complaint as a Levantine character stranded in Greece.

Leila's been playing RPGs? On here, or elsewhere? Links to after-action reports or war stories or something?
 
Leila's character in a Pathfinder game we were both in, based on Greek Myth. Didn't work out, and we're playing Shadowdark now, but her character had that same grudge against Greek wine as overpriced and overresined as a running complaint as a Levantine character stranded in Greece.
PF1 or 2? Took a couple tries to find a description of Shadowdark, but it looks more like a tabletop Modern Roguelike than an OSR game. Interesting.
Yes. The world spent a thousand entire years and a damned continent on that shit. How much more attention does it need?
Fascinated by the implication that mythoi are needy creatures that we feed out of duty.
 
Leila's been playing RPGs? On here, or elsewhere? Links to after-action reports or war stories or something?
Lots of people play RPGs, yes XD Just a usual Discord based text game, albeit one currently going a bit slow because we're all grown-ups in our 30s dealing with IRL shit. Right now, she's running a very cool megadungeon. A Medusa is robbing us lol.

PF1 or 2? Took a couple tries to find a description of Shadowdark, but it looks more like a tabletop Modern Roguelike than an OSR game. Interesting.
PF2e, yeah.
 
PF1 or 2? Took a couple tries to find a description of Shadowdark, but it looks more like a tabletop Modern Roguelike than an OSR game. Interesting.

Fascinated by the implication that mythoi are needy creatures that we feed out of duty.

Shadowdark is basically the cream of the OSR crop. You *could* use its random tables to generate a roguelike dungeon, but I don't think that's the default mode of play.
 
Dr. Who: "Rose"
This review was commissioned by @QuietlyLurking


Ah, Doctor Who. The scifi franchise that first popularized cyborg drones who try to force-assimilate people, virtual worlds called "The Matrix," and a long list of other now-cliched concepts that most people attribute to different works. It's been on TV for longer and bounced back from more hiatuses and cancellations than Star Trek, despite not usually having more than a fraction of the latter's budget. It's had more spin-offs and soft reboots than Star Wars. But, being a family-friendly-ish British television series written pretty much entirely for British family audiences, Doctor Who has never gotten as much worldwide attention as the (mostly American) pop scifi series that have all taken inspiration from it.

As is generally the case with these legacy franchises, it's impossible for me to say "how good" Doctor Who is. When you have that many writers, directors, and showrunners handling the IP over that many decades, it is inevitable that you'll get both amazing episodes and terrible episodes. Some of the best and worst television I've ever seen have both been Doctor Who.

The vast majority of my readers have probably at least heard a bit about Doctor Who. For those few who haven't, the gist of it is that it's about an immortal, time-travelling alien adventurer who keeps his name to himself and goes only by "the Doctor." He has something of a fascination with humans, and every so often he'll recruit one or more human companions (almost always from contemporary England, for audience avatar purposes) to bring along on his escapades through space and time. He travels in a timeship that disguises itself as a 1950's police phonebox (it's supposed to be able to shapeshift to disguise itself in any environment, but the active camouflage device stopped working centuries ago, so it's stuck like that~). Often, he serves as an eleventh hour rescuer, appearing out of nowhere at times and places of crisis to save the day just to give himself a warm fuzzy feeling. Other times, his adventures are simple thrill-seeking, or (more rarely) directives from his own species' government who occasionally use the eccentric old rogue as a deniable asset.

Yes, Rick Sanchez is explicitly written as a parody of the Doctor (mixed with Doc Brown from "Back to the Future").

The 2005 relaunch of Doctor Who, following a sixteen-year hiatus from the small screen, made an extremely bold change to the nature of both the franchise and the character. It establishes that a "Great Time War" that occurred offscreen between the Doctor's previous appearance and this one (well, "between" from the Doctor's subjective perspective. He's a time traveller, after all). This war consumed the Doctor's civilization, along with that of the other very powerful time-warping species that warred with them, leaving him as possibly the last surviving member of his species. Effectively transforming him from a restless misfit to a traumatized war veteran wracked with survivor's guilt. Doctor Who is famously loose with continuity, but this change, this reframing of the character and the universe he exists in, is one that the franchise actually committed to throughout the decades since.

As luck would have it, it's the pilot episode of this 2005 series that I'll be reviewing today.


This obviously won't be a blind review. I saw "Rose" just a few months after it came out, almost twenty years ago. Unusually for me, I also won't be doing a pseudo-blind review by compartmentalizing my knowledge. The reason for this is that "Rose" is much more interesting within the context of the larger franchise than it is on its own. Notably, while this was the first Doctor Who episode I ever saw, I didn't get interested in Doctor Who until I was shown some better episodes from before and after it. It's a critically important episode in Doctor Who history, but it's not a terribly good one, and the better aspects of it are only apparent in retrospect.

Another reason I'd prefer to not do a faux-blind review is because looking at "Rose" in context also makes it a very illustrative example of then-showrunner Russel T. Davies' writing. The man was very good at some things, and very bad at others, and looking back at "Rose" I can see both the best and the worst aspects of his ensuing Doctor Who tenure foreshadowed in it.

Amusingly, Davies's strengths and weaknesses are almost the diametric opposite of the showrunner who would follow him. I think Davies' stint was better than the next guy's overall, but it's almost hard to compare them because it's such a study in opposite extremes.


"Rose" starts out, as Doctor Who pilots often do, with the woman who is to become the Doctor's newest sidekick going about her normal life in the England of the episode's air date. Rose Tyler is a working class young adult who blew her one probable chance at upward social mobility to some teenaged bad decisions, and is now stuck within with her petulant widowed mother and working retail in a clothing store for the foreseeable future. We don't learn most of these details until later, but the actress communicates the impression of Rose's life circumstances and her less-than-graceful feelings about them very well just through her expressions and body language even before her first spoken word. The cinematography goes along with this well; the long, unbroken shots centered on Rose while her apartment, her mother, her street, and her workplace all buzz around behind her do a lot to sell the frustration, self-loathing, and ennui of an underachieving urban millennial who feels like she's already blown it for good.

This is probably Russel T. Davies' biggest strength as a storyteller. The way he does indirect characterization, and his skill at getting the actors to really sell it. Communicating a character's aspirations, fears, and inner conflicts with just a few choice camera angles and body movements.

The plot finds Rose when she goes back into the clothing store's storage basement to bring something to her boss just after closing, and stumbles into a crowd of animated fashion dummies who aren't very happy about her poking around.


They're slow-moving, but they also made a point of luring her away from the exits and cutting her off before coming in for the kill. Demonstrating intelligence that more than makes up for their limited mobility. She's saved at the last minute by a strange, ill-mannered man in a leather jacket who uses a scifi omnitool to fend off the animated dummies and drag her to safety. This is our introduction to the new incarnation of the Doctor himself, and it's with his character that Davies' skill at characterization really shows itself.


For context, series lore has the Doctor going through periodic "regenerations" as part of his technologically-enabled immortality. Every so often, he undergoes a metamorphosis, keeping his memories but changing his appearance and some aspects of his personality along with prolonging his life. Obviously, this concept was invented as a plot device to accommodate new actors. You can't have a multi-decade franchise centered on a single character without having to deal with that issue one way or another, and this is Doctor Who's way of dealing with it.

When starting a new series after a long hiatus though, the Doctor's newest incarnation has to do a lot more than usual to sell themself as both the same character you remember from years ago and NOT the same character you remember from years ago. In the case of this incarnation - the 9th Doctor, played by Christopher Eccleston - the task is made even harder by the whole Great Time War twist that transformed the Doctor in a way that no number of technobabble rejuvenation cycles ever could. Eccleston had to play a traumatized, guilt-ridden, borderline-suicidal version of the zany, adventurous rogue that returning audiences remembered.

And oh my god did he ever deliver.

The 9th Doctor is my favourite Doctor, almost entirely because of how good a job Eccleston did at capturing this.

There's a VISIBLE conflict inside of the Doctor as he reflexively lays on the quirky charm but keeps remembering that he doesn't think he can be that person anymore and stopping himself. He spends the entire rescue sequence being resentful of having to rescue yet another dumb human from yet another weird threat when he just wants it all to be over, but then - after bidding Rose goodbye outside the building - he abruptly comes back, warmly introduces himself, and then gruffly turns away and runs again. Leaving her every bit as baffled as you'd expect.

When I put it in writing "zany impish guy is now a traumatized veteran" sounds like an edgy juvenile deconstruction. It isn't, though. It really, really isn't. Part of the 9th Doctor's character arc in this season is realizing that he hasn't actually lost the goofiness, positivity, and idealism that defined his previous incarnations. It's been tempered, but it's still who he is.

As far as the episode plot goes, the Doctor grudgingly explains to Rose during their escape that the dummies are being animated by an alien hive mind known as the Nestene. The Nestene have a weird affinity for certain forms of plastic, and can animate and reshape any of it within range of the relay devices that their networked minds inhabit. Several of the Nestenes' hydrocarbon-rich worlds were collateral damage of a war that he doesn't want to talk about, so now they're looking to use Earth as a replacement. The plan being to covertly plant more of their relay devices in an expanding area of influence across the planet, then animate all the plastic at once and subjugate humanity in a surprise attack.

The Doctor was trying to plant a bomb on the device hidden in this building when the Nestene detected him. Rose's boss happened to see them move, and they had to kill him to preserve their secrecy. Now Rose is in the same boat. This is why she's going to do her best to forget everything she saw this evening and avoid attracting attention to herself henceforth.

After the rescue, Rose has just barely managed to convince herself she imagined that entire episode before being shown that she was not imagining that entire episode.


This is another detail that's more interesting in series context. Different incarnations of the Doctor have had different policies regarding (nonlethal) violence. Some of them were willing and able to throw down. Others were much stricter pacifists. Using a bespoke weapon like a bomb in this way - even against a non-vital component of the Nestene hive mind - is an anomaly. That his mind would even go to explosives as the solution is very much a result of him having just come out the other side of a war.

After this point, the episode increasingly shows its cracks. Like I said, despite its strong opening, "Rose" is not a great Doctor Who episode overall, and it shows Davies' flaws as well as his merits. Like his intrusive low-brow humor, his characters picking up the idiot ball whenever the plot gets stuck, and his soon-to-be-infamous asspull resolutions.

When she fled the explosion, Rose unthinkingly held onto the severed arm of a dummy that got cut off during the chase. Back home, she discards it in a nearby dumpster. The next morning, it comes crawling into her apartment, and the Doctor tracks it back to there. The special effects for them grappling with this severed arm are...not great, to say the least. Par for the course for most of Doctor Who's history, but still, in most of the shots its very obviously just the actors strangling themselves with an unmoving plastic arm.


There's also this incredibly cringeworthy scene during the Doctor's housecall when he meets Tyler's mother Jackie, and - with zero buildup or hesitation - Jackie starts trying to get him to fuck her right then and there. Think like, cheesy porno style come-ons. It's not funny, or creepy, or anything else that a scene like this one might have theoretically been going for. I think (based in large part on my exposure with other Davies episodes) that humor was the intention, but it's just too stilted and character-breaking to succeed at that. It's just cringe.


There is some other humor in the house call sequence that works much better. Unsurprisingly, the source of it is the Doctor, once again being a gruff, world-weary version of the zany space clown archetype. There are so many great lines here, and the way he bounces off of Rose is just perfect. One memorable part was when he's digging through some old magazines hunting for the arm, and while glancing at the covers mumbles things like "oh, heartwarming story. Pity how it ends" and "they're together? Yeah right, he's gay and she's an alien."

For some stronger examples of snappy dialogue, there are a couple of dialogue bits between the Doctor and Rose from later in the episode that gained something approaching memetic status. A more serious instance is this monologue where Rose follows the Doctor out of her apartment after he deals with the arm and once again tries to get him to tell her who and what she is, and he once again is visibly struggling with his desire for companionship versus his desire to be alone and/or die.

Rose: Really though, Doctor. Tell me. Who are you?

The Doctor: Do you know like we were saying? About the Earth revolving? It's like when you're a kid. The first time they tell you that the world's turning and you just can't quite believe it because everything looks like it's standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour. And the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour and I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me. Clinging to the skin of this tiny little world and if we let go...That's who I am. Now forget me, Rose Tyler. Go home.

Eccleston's delivery is, again, as important for this scene's power as the script itself is. That monologue could very easily have come across as pretentious and braggarty, but the actor makes you believe that he's just telling it like it is.

For a more comical example, this one really did achieve minor meme status in the 2000's:

Rose: If you are an alien how come you sound like you're from the North?

The Doctor: Lots of planets have a North.

Once again, Rose tries to go following after the Doctor. Once again, she is rebuffed. This time though, it's Rose who actively keeps trying to re-involve himself despite the Doctor's warnings, clearly more afraid of the ennui and mediocity of her normal life than she is of being mauled by plastic-controlling aliens. She runs an internet search for this Doctor character, and finds photos and illustrations of the man she recognizes on a bunch of conspiracy forums. One of the people gathering data about this figure lives in London, and she makes a point of contacting him and arranging an in-person interview.

There's a minor plot hiccup here, in the "Doctor" search getting her the same recognizable incarnation of the Doctor that she met. The Ninth Doctor actually ends up having a very short career before being forced to regenerate, most of it onscreen, with his dialogue implying that he had his previous regeneration just very shortly before the beginning of "Rose." Any conspiracy nuts tracking the Doctor through the historical record would be much, much more likely to zero in on one of his other incarnations, whose photos and sketches Rose would obviously not recognize.

The bigger problem from this point on, though, is Rose's boyfriend Mickey.

...

I forgot how fucking weird this show was about Mickey. Like, when I first watched "Rose" as a dumb, apathetic, not-very-critically-minded nineteen year old, I still realized that the show was being fucking weird about Mickey. Rewatching it today, it's worse than I remembered.


The show decides from the beginning that Mickey is a useless, needy loser who Rose is better off without, and Rose herself seems to be struggling to avoid that conclusion herself before finally embracing it in the episode's final scene. And sure, he's written as kind of a self-centered jerk.

But...he's also constantly driving Rose around when she needs to go somewhere. Letting her borrow his computer because she got her own laptop stolen. Etc, etc. All while she treats him with barely suppressed contempt. He has some unpleasant characteristics, but like...he also clearly cares a lot about her and does what he can to accommodate her, and she has zero appreciation for it. It's not just her, either. The show itself treats him with contempt. Like, when he drives Rose off to meet the conspiracy forum guy (Mickey is worried about Rose going alone into a strange man who she just met on the internet's house. And is framed as being in the wrong for doing so. Which, um. Excuse me show, but what the fuck?) and the Nestene attack him trying to get at Rose. It's specifically a plastic dumpster that they animate and attack him with, and they specifically abduct him by sucking him inside and literally "throwing him in the trash."


Having the dumpster let out a cartoony belch after it swallows him just adds an extra dose of unfunny low-brow humor that doesn't even make sense in context (we later find out that he wasn't eaten at all, just abducted) to the weird spitefulness toward the Doctor's normie rival.

And yeah, "rival." Because, for some fucking reason, Mickey is written like an unsuccessful romantic rival for Rose's affection. Even though the Doctor's interest in human companions has almost never been romantic or sexual in nature. The Doctor himself treats Mickey with total contempt from the moment he lays eyes on him onward, in a way that he notably does not behave toward any other rando humans he interacts with, and it...god, it literally feels like someone's cuckold fetish.

The final bit of dialogue in the episode has Mickey begging Rose not to go adventuring with the Doctor (after the latter has finally relented and allowed Rose to come with him if she wishes), seemingly as much out of concern for her safety as desire to keep her near himself. And...

Rose: Thank you.

Mickey: For what?

Rose: Exactly.

*Rose turns her back on him and runs off into the Doctor's timeship*



Mickey is also the only black character in this episode.

Now, I don't quite know the nuances of British anti-black racism and whether it differs from American anti-black racism. To my American eyes, the way Micki is being written and treated by the story doesn't align with the usual stereotypes. If anything, looking at the script without the casting, you'd peg him as a whiny little white boy stereotype before anything else. But at the same time, the one black guy in an otherwise white cast getting repeatedly - literally and figuratively - thrown in the trash is...I don't know. Even without the racial aspect, this would be fucking weird. With the racial aspect, it's even fucking weirder.

...

Anyway, after Rose comes out of the conspiracy guy's house, Mickey has been replaced by a plastic replica of him piloted by a Nestene interrogator. This dummy-Mickey has shiny skin, painted-on hair, unblinking eyes, and a near-frozen rictus grin, and also acts nothing like the original. Rose doesn't notice anything wrong until after he's driven her home and then subsequently taken her out to a restaurant hours later.


Is this supposed to be much less obvious to the characters than it is to the audience, with the cues being a shorthand to make sure we understand what happened? If so, they way, way, WAY overdid it, in a way that disrespects the audience's intelligence. Is the joke supposed to be that Rose is an oblivious idiot who doesn't notice the most obvious doppleganger in the world? The episode doesn't treat her like an idiot. It isn't written in a way that makes her the butt of the joke. She isn't written as unobservant or oblivious at all, outside of this one sequence. Is the joke supposed to be that she cares so little about *Mickey specifically* that she doesn't notice his replacement where she would notice anyone else's? In that case, that just makes the episode's spiteful treatment of Mickey even more over-the-top and what the fuck.

Anyway, once again the Doctor rescues Rose from the Nestene, and there's a hurried action-y sequence to tie up the episode plot. There are some cool bits in here, like Rose's proper introduction to the Doctor's signature bigger-on-the-inside vehicle.



It's well done, on both the Doctor's end and on Rose's.

Rose helps the Doctor figure out that the Nestene are using the London Fairgrounds Ferris Wheel as a projector dish for their main city-wide (or...country-wide? worldwide? it's unclear) signal projector. Why were they bothering to put smaller relays in shopping malls if they already had a big one whose range totally envelops theirs? No idea, the show totally drops that plot point in favor of the threat of the big Ferris Wheel projector. We later see that this big projector is indeed capable of fine-tuned manipulation of huge numbers of plastic things at much further range, so it's not like they even needed the smaller ones for improved precision or the like.

Still, the scene where the Doctor brings Rose into a hidden London Underground lair beneath the Ferris Wheel is a good one. Both in terms of set design, and in scriptwriting and acting.


That basin of molten yellow stuff is the primary Nestene Consciousness node on Earth. Through it, the Doctor can request an audience with the Nestene Overmind itself rather than its more limited individual consciousnesses. An audience which the Nestene grant. We can only understand the Doctor's side of the conversation (the Nestene speak in weird hissing and gibbering noises from the molten pit, while the Doctor replies in English), but once again there's some amazing subtle character work on display here.

The Doctor tries appealing to both interstellar law and to the Nestenes' own cultural mores to convince them that they should abort the invasion of Earth, while carefully dancing around both the reason for their invasion and his own identity. Just from hearing half of the dialogue, the audience can infer that the Nestene are very much refugees on their back foot, making moral and logistical compromises that they normally wouldn't on account of their desperate situation (this is somewhat contradicted by earlier appearances of the Nestene in older Doctor Who series which had them as pretty ruthless and imperialistic by default, but like I said, Doctor Who has always been loose with that type of continuity). It briefly seems like the Doctor might even be getting through to the Overmind, before it puts him together with that timeship its agents just found. It now identifies him as a member of one of the warring godtech-wielding species responsible for its own people's current situation. At which point it loses any and all patience for being condescended to or moralized at by him. And man, Eccleston really makes you feel second-hand self loathing with his end of the performance.

It also, in that moment, recontextualizes his insistence on trying to reason with the Overmind even after it's made it clear through its underlings that it really doesn't care to be reasoned with. The Doctor has always tried diplomacy first and force second (if not third or even fourth). That's been a huge part of his character from day one. But, the desperation with which he attempts it here, the pain and bullheaded-insistence even after hearing so many "nos" and fleeing so many violent encounters with these Nestene, combined with his palpable shame and self-loathing when it identifies his species...it's raw. We see now why the Doctor is trying to stop himself from taking on more companions and going off on more lighthearted adventures like he always used to. Much of the universe now sees his kind - the Gallifreyans, sometimes known as Time Lords to outsiders - as a race of genocidaires whose own final disappearance from the timestream comes as a relief, and - whatever role he himself played in the war - he does not consider himself to be totally innocent of that collective legacy.

...

The specifics of the Great Time War are quite a bit more nuanced than that, when you know the whole story. The aliens that the Gallifreyans were fighting against - the Daleks - are pretty much Genocide Incarnate, and stopping them would justify almost any amount of collateral damage.

On the other hand, we also learn that while the Gallifreyans were obviously much better than the Daleks, their conduct in the war was still far from justified. They were already portrayed as a morally lazy and decadent people by default when they appeared in previous series. During the Great Time War, we learn, their callousness with regards to collateral damage came to far exceed the necessary, and as their culture militarized they came to take on a much more actively supremacist view of themselves than they'd had before. Some collateral damage was unavoidable. Some sacrifices had to be made. But the Gallifreyans did not take any pains whatsoever to avoid what they could or to determine which sacrifices were in fact necessary.

Looking at Doctor Who in its cultural context, one could definitely see this thread as the thoughts of a 21st century Englishman looking back at the British Empire's war against Nazi Germany and asking himself whether or not he has anything to be proud of. It doesn't align perfectly (unlike the Gallifreyan vs. Dalek conflict, the sins of England and Germany differed more in degree than they did in kind), but the vibe is a pretty strong fit.

...

The real Mickey is down in the lair, alive, unhurt, and um...apparently just sort of sitting there, not even tied up or anything.


I'd say that Rose rescues Mickey here, but I'm not entirely clear on what sort of action she performed to "rescue" him, so...iunno?

When the Doctor's negotiations with the Overmind go south, it has some drones grab him and discovers the bottle of deadly anti-Nestene poison he had with him as a plan B. It seems to fly into a panic, and...animates all the mannequins (and presumably other large plastic objects) within its sphere of influence (how big is that, exactly? City? Country? Planet?) and makes them just start killing random people left and right.


Why didn't it kill Mickey, if its doppleganger had already been foiled and it had no further need to keep him alive for observation and copying?

Also, it makes some of its new vessels form machine guns out of their arms and shoot people. An ability that would have come in really, really handy during some earlier chases. And also during this next action sequence that's about to happen in its lair. I don't know why it can do this at some times but not at others.

...

I said before that Russel T. Davies has a problem with asspull resolutions. This sequence reminds me that he also had a problem with asspull escalations. Often in stories that didn't even require that escalation at all to establish their stakes.

...

Anyway, Rose plucks up the courage to grab a chain and swing down at the mannequins holding the Doctor by the railing, kicking them off of him and knocking them along with the poison vial one of them had seized into the basin containing the primary node. The Nestene vessel on Earth is destroyed, and the plastic constructs all de-animate.

Why did the Nestene just ignore Rose and Micki until she did that, when it had a bunch of units in the room and it was already killing every other human it could see? Why didn't it have some one of its units shoot them and/or the doctor if it can give them guns at a moment's notice, rather than completely ignoring them and just having some of its drones sort of shake the Doctor around for a while? Don't think about it, there's nothing to think about.

So. Rose proves herself capable of rising to the occasion, and also has repaid the Doctor for saving her own life, forcing him to acknowledge her as someone to take seriously despite his haze of bitterness and depression. Humanity has defended its own against an aggressor, rather than a Gallifreyan unilaterally condemning a victim. By episode's end, he's actually the one asking her to join him, rather than the reverse as it's been until now. Seeing admirable new people grow into their own amid the ashes of the Great Time War has reignited a little spark of his old optimism; a spark that will continue to grow throughout the rest of the season as Rose helps him work through his trauma. Rose, for her part, has gained both an escape from the frustration and ennui, and a helpful example of where despair could otherwise have ended up taking her.

Also, fuck Mickey I guess. Sigh.


As I said, this episode is pretty mediocre on its own, with the clever snappy dialogue between Rose and the Doctor only somewhat compensating for the childish attempts at humor, the empty flailing escalation and resolution, and whatever the fuck is going on with Mickey. As a window into who the Doctor is and where he's at in this point of his life though, and also as an introduction to Rose and how she complements him, it's brilliant.

Subtle, compelling character work, threaded through the illogical plots and around the periodic out-of-character bouts of idiocy. That's Davies' run of "Doctor Who" in a nutshell. There are individual episodes that do much better on the plotting and tonal fronts, but by and large those are the scripts not written by Davies himself. Really, I think this series would have been better if Davies limited himself to direction and "big scope" concept work and character arc plotting, while staying away from the nitty gritty of the scripts.

In short, "Rose" is a what-you-see-is-what-you-get for the subsequent era of Doctor Who. Showcasing the good and the bad in one concise, honest sampler.
 
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Yes, Rick Sanchez is explicitly written as a parody of the Doctor (mixed with Doc Brown from "Back to the Future").

Rick's also got a bit of Reed Richards in him, especially with the Council of Ricks.

Any conspiracy nuts tracking the Doctor through the historical record would be much, much more likely to zero in on one of his other incarnations, whose photos and sketches Rose would obviously not recognize.

I'm guessing they originally planned to show previous incarnations of The Doctor here, but didn't because they didn't want to cram in too many references this early, given they already had the Autons. The later 'Rose' novelization (yes, they've started doing Doctor Who novelizations again for... some reason) threw in multiple incarnations of The Doctor when adapting this scene

the Gallifreyans, sometimes known as Time Lords to outsiders

This obviously varies depending on the telling, but usually 'Gallifreyan' is the species while 'Time Lord' is a rank
 
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