There’s a reason behind this, of course. The character of
the Doctor, as originally conceived, was a Victorian fictional trope: the
gentleman scientist. Following William Hartnell’s time in the TARDIS, the
Doctor went through several Victorian character types: the cosmic hobo was
basically a down-on-his-luck Victorian gent, the third Doctor was a Victorian
aristocrat transposed to the 20th century, the fourth was a fin de siècle bohemian raconteur. Later,
the fifth, six and eighth Doctors were all recognisably Victorian/Edwardian
character types. The character just feels like he belongs in that era, and so
it seems perfectly natural when he turns up there, even before you take his
outfits into account (which made it so wonderful to see the decidedly un-Victorian
ninth Doctor meet Charles Dickens).
After all the pervious forays to the period, it’s The Crimson Horror that plays the tropes
of Victoriana most enthusiastically. Even Talons
didn’t cram this much penny dreadful atmos into its six episodes as this
story did into one. Of course, Mark Gatiss is so at home in this period that
you’d think he was a century older than he really is. There’s a definite
flavour of his novel The Vesuvius Club to
The Crimson Horror; indeed, it wouldn’t
seem amiss to see the Doctor bump into Lucifer Box. (Although Box is probably
off shagging Captain Jack.) Really, though, this is off-the-peg steampunk,
forty-five minutes of television revelling in the cod-Victorian stylings of
this now popular genre. That’s not to denigrate it; while The Crimson Horror is neither the deepest nor most original
episode, it’s hugely enjoyable.
The episode is strongest in its first act, following the
peculiar investigations of the Paternoster Gang into the goings on at
Sweetville. Vastra, Jenny and Strax remain the same one-joke characters that
they were in their previous outings scripted by Moffat, but who cares when that
one joke is still so funny? It pokes fun at the conventions of the Victorian
period; it’s entirely possible to believe that society would accept a lizard
woman and an extraterrestrial troll so long as they carried themselves with
decorum and did what they could to fit into polite society. Even the lesbian marriage
between Jenny and Vastra is believable in this context; we all know there were
all sorts of perversions going on behind closed doors (not that lesbianism is a
perversion, of course, but it most certainly was in the eyes of Victorian
society), however, as long as they remained behind closed doors they were most
often not commented on. The fact that it is also a transpecific relationship is
barely worth mentioning.
So, yes, Vastra is still the aloof leader who happens to be
a lizard, Jenny is still the sexy Cockney lock-pick and Strax is still the
warmongering butler, but they’re all so good in these one-note roles that it’s
impossible not to enjoy them. Dan Starkey, particularly, continues to steal his
every scene as Strax, particularly when he gets a telling off (“I’m going to go
play with my grenades,” he sulks, when prevented from perpetrating an act of
war). He’s also, amusingly, in the right in this episode; say what you will
about the ethic of the Doctor associating with a violent alien sociopath, if
they’d followed his advice and gone with a full frontal attack the problems at
Sweetville would have been solved in no time.
It’s almost a shame when the Doctor arrives, fourteen
minutes in. The episode does go a little downhill once he takes over. While I doubt
that the Paternoster three have what it takes to carry a spin-off series, they
could easily carry an episode, but once the Doctor arrives he does rather
overwhelm the other protagonists. Also, Matt Smith doesn’t get to do anything
terribly interesting with the part, mostly just relying on his, by now,
well-worn quirks. That’s no fault with him, though; he’s at his best when given
something meaty to get his teeth into. The only really decent scene for him is
his moment comforting Ada towards the end of the episode. He puts his all into
his performance as ‘the monster,’ though, and his broad Yorkshire accent is a
laugh (perhaps it’s time for a Yorkshireman as the Doctor?)
The flashback sequence, made up to look like scratchy old
film, is a highlight, although it does rather show how brief the episodes have
become. There’s a hell of a lot crammed in here. Some elements don’t need to be
dwelled on; by the quarter hour mark, we know the monster is going to be the
Doctor simply because it’s about time he showed up. On the other hand, the
flashback condenses what could have been an episode’s worth of intriguing
investigation into about six minutes. It’s compact plotting, I’ll give you, but
sometimes a story needs room to breathe. Poor Jenna gets precious little to do
as Clara. While this episode can’t be held to account for the whole series, it
really is time we got to know her properly, and she really is very poorly
served here. Jenna gets little to do but be plucky and look beautiful, and she’s
a far better actress than the material she’s getting allows her to show. What’s
more, the reunion with the Paternoster gang should allow some movement on the
mystery surrounding Clara’s deaths, but this is mostly glossed over.
Really, though, this episode belongs to Diana Rigg and
Rachel Stirling. It’s wonderful to have mother and daughter acting together at
last – and how strange must it be, playing such a twisted version of your real
life relationship? – but they both stand out so brilliantly on their own, with
two very different performances. Rigg plays Mrs Gillyflower very broadly, but
that’s just what the part needs; both actress and character look like they’re
having a whale of a time with their roles. Stirling gives a completely
different style of performance, a dark and touching role that buys the episode
a good deal of its impact and horror. Without Rachel Stirling, this episode
would have felt very light and frothy; she gives it a dark heart. It’s also
interesting to see the pair of them in these roles, given that they tend to get
cast as very beautiful people (unsurprisingly). Here they get to be ugly
characters, a physically and emotionally damaged young woman and a truly cruel,
insane old harridan.
The Crimson Horror proved
to be one of the most enjoyable episodes of the season, an arch, over-the-top
bit of nonsense that wisely never gives the viewer chance to dwell on how
ridiculous it all is. Like pretty much every episode this year, the plot falls
apart on a moment’s close examination, but when it’s as fun as this, that’s
forgivable.
Title Tattle: The Crimson Horror is undoubtedly a
reference to Gatiss’s favourite Doctor
Who story, 1973’s The Green Death.
Sadly, no one gets to say “This fellow’s bright red, apparently, and dead!”
Links and References:
The Doctor mentions trying to get am Australian to Heathrow Airport,
referencing Tegan from the fifth Doctor’s era. He then tops it off by almost
quoting himself with “Brave heart, Clara.”
What? What? WHAT?! Just what does the Doctor do in his little locker that enables his complete recovery from the Crimson Horror and later revives Clara? I’m all for keeping technobabble to a minimum, but some sort of throwaway explanation would be nice. For that matter, how have Gillyflower and Sweet managed to create a steampunk rocket activated by a difference engine? And have the police really not been investigating the bodies washing up in the canal?
Monster, Monster,
Monster! Mr Sweet is a red leech, a prehistoric leftover from the time the
Silurians ruled the Earth. As usual, there’s no consistency regarding when this
was: Vastra suggests it was 65 million years ago, the very end of the
Cretaceous, while the Doctor refers to the Jurassic period, which lasted from
roughly 200 to 145 million years ago. Mr Sweet, attached to his accomplice and
providing a weird biological secretion, is reminiscent of Aylmer, the parasite
in the 1988 movie Brain Damage.
Hanky-Panky in the
TARDIS: Jenny’s sudden ninja moment is the sexiest thing I’ve seen on TV in
ages. The Doctor would agree, judging by the look on his face (and
screwdriver).
Threads: Love the Doctor's checked suit and brown derby. Clara looks beautiful in her Victorian dress,
Best Line: “Kindly
do not claw and slobber at my crinoline.”
Best/Worst Joke: Thomas
Thomas. Oh dear me. I love it.
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