There were moments in this finale episode that almost made me forgive Davies everything.
Then there was the ending.
There were definite problems with Torchwood this season, chief among them the format. If Miracle Day showed nothing else, it’s that Torchwood doesn’t work in a one hour-once a week format. It didn’t work when it was a monster-of-the-week show during the first two seasons, and it didn’t work here as a single arc serial. It’s striking to compare Miracle Day with the previous single arc, Children of Earth. They are the same length–CoE done as 5 two-hour episodes, MD as 10 one-hour ones. CoE was praised for its tight story-telling and its quick pacing, where Miracle Day has been berated as slow, redundant and meandering. But if we were to take Miracle Day and re-imagine it into five two hour episodes, nearly all the problems would disappear. Instead of four episodes of Dr. Vera at endless conferences with Doctors philosophizing on about our health care system, it would all be condensed into the first. The three weeks spent agonizing over the Death camps would be over by the third, and not feel like a distantly pointless and hastily dropped memory in favor of the “This is all about Jack” revelation later on. The fact that this was all about Jack would come out much sooner, while having enough time inside the episode that the flashback sequence wouldn’t feel like a complete plot momentum stopper. The list goes on. There is a damn fine story inside Miracle Day, one that is on par with CoE. It’s too bad that it got lost in a format that allowed too much space for the story while not providing enough detail per episode.
But enough about what could have been. Let’s discuss the fact that in the end, we are the evil aliens we seek. Continue reading
The 50th anniversary of Dr.Who is right around the corner, and someone’s starting to get antsy that his agent hasn’t gotten a call.
“It’s the 50th anniversary coming up of Doctor Who and Jack is an integral part to this story and, if I’m going to be a little self-absorbed, I would hope he would be involved, it would be a shame if he wasn’t.” Continue reading
Well, we finally saw the blessing, and it looks like……
….well, never mind what it looks like. I mean, I know what it was supposed to be, but goddamn if my brain didn’t instantly see a giant, bald…..
The good news is all of our plot lines have finally come together, though there weren’t any answers to be had, exactly. At least ones that didn’t spawn more questions. Though the real disappointment of the episode was that, now that we’ve seen The Blessing, we know something very important. Unless there is a very unlikely reveal next week, there are NO ALIENS.
I was fuming this to myself last night after watching the live stream on Netflix and pondering my recap options when I realised this was a funny thing to be upset about. Why did Aliens always have to be the bad guys? Why can’t the evil be something here at home, something the Earth itself has to offer, that when we mine our way down can ruin our lives as we know it. Why can’t the true evil be man’s insatiable curiosity and his inability to know when to stop digging? How is that a bad place for science fiction to explore?
Yet, I’m 100% certain I am not to only recapper whose knee jerk reaction to these revelations will run from “NO ALIENS??!!” to “Lame!” to “Seriously, so this is all because Jack slept with the wrong dude?”
Pending next week’s outcome, I will have more thoughts on this. For now, let’s rejoin our heroes, two months later….
This episode rightly could have also been entitled “Return Of The Guest Stars.” We’ve had a couple of weeks focusing solely on the adventures of the Americanized Torchwood team, and then last week’s gift to the fans (but ultimately plot stopping) Episode from Jack’s Past. This week was a reminder that Torchwood shelled out good money on guest stars that Science Fiction fans would recognize, and then used some fancy pyrotechnics to blow them up.
This week’s episode may have been the most “Americanized” on the series since Miracle Day started its run. There was torture, murder, daring escapes, trucks flying through gates, the most expensive use of pyrotechnics ever in the history of the Whoniverse, and Gwen flying away on a motorcycle. Yet throughout the bedazzlement, there was a sense of detachment from the proceedings. This was supposed to be the episode where “masks were ripped off” and “The Horror Exposed For The World To See.” But I wasn’t feeling it. Continue reading
After last week’s odd divergence into a Tea Party dead-end and some focus loss on the part of the series, this week we made a right turn into a tightly written, fast-paced episode that shot by in a flash. We learned what levels of life count as dead, and how to actually kill a person. Hold on, severe WWII overtones ahead!