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Beau is Afraid,
and a few more films

A Woman Under the Influence (1974)

Gina Rowlands plays Mabel Longhetti, a nice woman who's married to Nick (Peter Falk). According to the movie, she has a serious drinking problem, but it looks like more of a mental issue, as she's off-kilter whether she's been drinking or not. When she's been drinking, though, she's available for being picked up at a bar. 

Nick is about as nuts. He brings all his co-workers — ten men — to dinner at home, and gets angry when Mabel flirts with one of them, but surely he'd know to expect that from her. When he runs out of patience he gets violent with her, and says, "See what you made me do?" 

Written and directed by John Cassavetes, who maybe invented the genre of 'cringe' here. It's difficult to watch, more difficult not to. Putting this film together, Cassavetes must've done some serious research into mental illness. Mabel and Nick absolutely seem like some nuts I've known.

The flick gets points for realism and a point-after for the performances, especially Ms Rowlands. If you're yearning to watch a mentally-unbalanced couple be mentally unbalanced for a couple of hours, I'd recommend Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolfe, but if that's unavailable, this is a pretty good backup. 

Verdict: YES.

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Adam Clayton Powell (1989)

One of my earliest political memories is the expulsion of Adam Clayton Powell from the US Congress. It seemed unAmerican to little-kid me — Powell had been elected to Congress and re-elected, and yet the House of Reps could simply kick him out?

This is a fascinating documentary about Powell, a very light-skin black man who passed as white in college, but later became as black as he could be. He was the minister at the largest Christian church in America, and routinely called on his congregation to join him in picketing for civil rights, including rallies that led New York City to begin hiring black bus drivers.

He became NYC's first black city councilman, and then he was elected to Congress, representing Harlem. In Congress, he was barred for blackness from access to the Congressional barber shop and Congressional cafeteria. 

When he became chair of the House Education and Labor Committee, he pushed through much of the 'Great Society' and civil rights legislation that's considered the hallmark of the 1960s. 

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From the excerpts from his speeches, he was a pre-MLK MLK, but when he realized that he'd been surpassed by Martin Luther King as the nation's top civil rights figure, he threatened MLK behind the scenes.

He was sued for defamation by a constituent, but refused to attend the trial nor pay the verdict, which led to criminal contempt of court charges. For fear of arrest, Powell couldn't set foot in New York, so he moved to the Bahamas — but continued serving as Harlem's Representative in the House, although he showed up more and more rarely.

When he was finally kicked out of Congress, he ran in the special election to fill the seat he'd been expelled from, and won it back. When he died, his ashes were scattered in the seas surrounding his beloved home in the Bahamas.

It still seems wrong to me, and unAmerican, for Congress to expel an elected member, whether it's Adam Clayton Powell or even such an obvious charlatan as the recent super-liar George Santos. When you're elected to Congress, it ought to mean you're in Congress.

And anyway, at least 95% of politicians are crooks. Powell was one of the crooks, sure, but he was also one of the good guys. People are complicated.

I'd vote for Adam Clayton Powell over any of the many, many crooks in Congress who are just there to be crooks. Powell could multi-task, being a crook and getting good things done.

Verdict: YES.

♦ ♦ ♦ 

American Paradise (2017)

Albert is a poor white man who wants to own a boat, so he puts on a black silicone mask and robs a bank. He gets away with the money so it's the perfect crime, except he can't get the mask off.

This is from Joe Talbot, writer-director of The Last Black Man in San Francisco, and it's a gruesome mini-nightmare, not even 20 minutes. It's basically Black Like Me, without the happy ending.

It doesn't have much of an ending at all, actually, but it's bizarre and overwhelming, and two days later I still can't get it out of my head.

"Now the thing about luck, is there's only so much that goes around, so if you've got it, that means you took it from someone else, like chips on a poker table."

Verdict: YES. 

♦ ♦ ♦ 

The Assassination Bureau, Limited (1969)

Jack London wrote the book, but died before finishing it. Someone named Robert Fish finished the book as 'co-author', and then came this movie, "based on an idea from the book by Jack London and Robert Fish."

The idea is: Reporter and feminist Sonia Winter (Diana Rigg) goes undercover to investigate the Assassination Bureau, a murder-for-hire business run by Ivan Dragomiloff (Oliver Reed). Here's the part that seems unlikely: she hires Dragomiloff's business to assassinate Dragomiloff, and even Dragomiloff agrees to it.

This is a very broad, somewhat creaky comedy from the 1970s. It offers elegance, humor, and stretches of head-scratching boredom, along with bad accents, smoldering pipes, tattered disguises, bloody murder, and comedic punchlines emphasized by the music, ba da boom. But cripes, it's unique, and there's no looking away when Rigg is on screen.

Cinematography by Geoffrey Unsworth, and music by Ron Grainer, who wrote Doctor Who's theme. 

Verdict: MAYBE.

♦ ♦ ♦ 

Bachelor in Paradise (1961)

Bob Hope was perhaps the funniest comedian of my grandfather's generation, but most of his humor eluded me. The last Bob Hope movie I watched was The Road to Somewhere, perhaps 50 years ago, on channel 11 some weekend afternoon.

This time 'round, Hope plays A J Niles, world-renowned Lothario and author of best-selling sleazy non-fiction. He's rich and living in Europe, but IRS troubles bring him back to America and burst his budget, and he's forced to live under an alias in a newly-built suburban development called Paradise Village. Lana Turner runs the development, so there will be smoochy-woochy.

That's the set-up, but it must be mentioned that Hope was 58 years old when this was made, looking not at all Lothario-like, with a receding hairline, and what remains obviously dyed. Furthermore, some of this is stale, like — you'll never guess what happens when Niles puts too much detergent in the washing machine.

But you know what else must be mentioned? There are laughs here — mostly chuckles, but also some loud LOLs. It has a sparkle of sophistication that feels ten years ahead of its time, and I smiled all the way through… even in the suds scene.

Also, most of this was filmed on location, and it's fun time traveling to a 1960s bowling alley, a shopping center, a drive-in burger stand, and of course, a new suburban subdivision before such a sight became shorthand for dull.

Music by Henry Mancini, including an Oscar-nominated title song that insists 'bachelor' is a two-syllable word.

Verdict: YES.

♦ ♦ ♦

Backstabbing for Beginners (2018)

This is a "based on a true story" movie, which opens with anti-Saddam rhetoric, and focuses on idealistic young underwear model Michael Sullivan (Theo James) who wants to be an American diplomat, to "make a difference in the world."

He's not really an underwear model, just looks like one, but he has no diplomatic background, yet he's somehow hired as the assistant to the United Nations' Pasha Pasaris (Ben Kingsley). This isn't questioned.

Pasaris is running the UN's staggeringly corrupt "Oil for Food" program, which was minimally about keeping Iraqis alive during the Clinton & Bush era sanctions against that nation, but maximally about bribery, kickbacks, and whatever money could be skimmed off the top, bottom, and sides.

The corruption of "Oil for Food" was a widely-known open secret, even before news of it was dropped into the Wall Street Journal's lap by the disillusioned diplomat, Michael Soussan (oddly renamed Sullivan here). Backstabbing for Beginners shows us this as its opening scene, deftly removing the possibility of suspense from the plot.

Jacqueline Bisset co-stars, and nearly steals the movie from Kingsley, while the leading actor, James, portrays Soussan/Sullivan as equal parts naïve and righteous, with no nuance. Watching him 'act' opposite Bisset and Kingsley is like me coming to bat against Shohei Ohtani.

Verdict: MAYBE.

♦ ♦ ♦ 

Beau is Afraid (2023)

This starts out intentionally confusing, with unidentified sounds and blurry images. Then some fat guy calls a skinny old white guy into his office, he comes in, sits down, but neither man speaks. 

The skinny old white guy is Beau, and soon he's walking along an urban street scene where all manner of craziness is going on — guy dancing without music, mom screaming at her son, dude casually playing with a machine gun, stolen merchandise for sale like a swap meet, furious arguments in the background, someone suicidal atop a skyscraper while people below look and laugh and record it on their cell phones, hoping he'll jump. Et cetera.

It's the kind of place where a murder victim could lie in the street for hours, or days. But having lived in some of America's roughest neighborhoods, trust me, what we're seeing here is only ordinary people's exaggerated misconception of a low-rent neighborhood.

Ten minutes into this movie, I'd decided it was artsy-fartsy trash, but couldn't turn it off — it was too frickin' strange. The fun of it would be writing a bad review, I expected — revenge for making me endure it.

And yet, I must write a good review instead. Very good.

Beau, the movie's protagonist, could more accurately be described as the 'agonist' — he's ill-at-ease around anyone and equally uncomfortable alone, always on the edge of falling apart.

The key to grokking the flick is, most of the movie happens in his head. We're seeing everything through Beau's warped perspective, leaving reality behind to embark on a journey far beyond normal.

Telling Beau's story and backstory takes three hours, but it's never boring (at least, once you're got your grounding). It's a series of surreal events I won't even try to describe, because first comes unlikely, and then comes impossible, and after that comes no way in hell. Relaying the plot would read as ridiculous.

A bit more than halfway through the film, there's a moment when Beau briefly smiles. It's the first time he seems even slightly less than troubled, and the first time I'd realized he's Joaquin Phoenix. Jeez, he's gotten old, but also it's a superb performance, sympathetically capturing the mental heebie jeebies while mirroring the absurdity of the story.

Everything about this is different from whatever you're expecting when you watch a movie. No wonder it bombed at the box office. It's out of this world, and 99% of the world wouldn't want to go there.

But I went there twice, loved it, and the second time even figured out what was happening in the first scenes.

The cast includes Patti LuPone, Nathan Lane playing straight, Amy Ryan (from The Office), Bill Hader, and Parker Posey. According to the credits, David Mamet is in there somewhere, too.

It's written and directed by Ari Aster, whose only previous work I've seen was Hereditary, which I didn't care for, clicked off midway through, and never bothered to write a review.

Verdict: BIG YES.

2/22/2024  

• • • Coming attractions • • •     

Brawl in Cell Block 99 (2017)
British Sounds
(1969)
Compliance
(2012)
Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!
(1966)
Flesh
(1932)
Homebodies
(1974)
Homicide
(1991)
If…
(1968)
It Happened on Fifth Avenue
(1947)
Johnny Got His Gun
(1971)
The Magic Christian
(1969)
Master Gardener
(2002)
Munich
(2005)
The Naked Kiss
(1964)
Neighbors
(1952)
Patty Hearst
(1988)
Pig
(2021)
Queen and Slim
(2019)
The Scarlet Empress
(1934)
Sometimes Aunt Martha Does Dreadful Things
(1971)
The Territory
(1981)
Weekend
(1967)
Wendigo
(2001)
Where the Green Ants Dream
(1984)

... plus schlock and surprises

There are so many good movies out there — old movies, odd or artsy, foreign or forgotten movies, or do-it-yourself movies made just for the joy of making them — that if you only watch whatever's on Netflix or playing at the twenty-plex, you're missing out.

To get beyond the ordinary, I recommend:

AlterCineverseCriterionCultCinema ClassicsDocsVilleDustFandorFilms for ActionHooplaIHaveNoTVIndieFlixInternet ArchiveKanopyKinoCultKino LorberKorean Classic FilmChristopher R MihmMosfilmMubiNational Film Board of CanadaNew Yorker Screening RoomDamon PackardMark PirroPizzaFlixPopcornFlixPublic Domain MoviesRareFilmmScarecrow VideoShudderThoughtMaybeTimeless Classic MoviesVoleFlixWatchDocumentaries • or your local library

Some people even access films through shady methods, though of course, that would be wrong.

— — —

Illustration by Jeff Meyer. Reviews are spoiler-free, or at least spoiler-warned. Click any image to enlarge. Arguments & recommendations are welcome, but no talking once the lights dim, and only real butter on the popcorn, not that fake yellow stuff. 
 
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Walking the grounds

I've sunk into my recliner again. It's a wonderful place to be, perhaps my favorite place in the solar system. Sure beats hearing an alarm clock and wearing pants and going to work five days a week.

There are no interesting stories to be told of life in a recliner, though, so once in a while I struggle out of the rickety old chair, put on pants, and venture a few miles into the world. 

♦ ♦ ♦ 

Enough money remains from my last job that, barring emergencies, I don't need to work for at least a few months. There's no such thing as barring emergencies, though, so I phone-interviewed for a job a few days ago, against my will but only sorta.

The job is managing a self-storage lot. The owner explained on the phone that I'd be working alone, with long quiet lulls when there'd be next-to-nothing to do. "Answer the phone if it rings," she said, "sign up a new tenant if one wanders in, walk the grounds twice daily. If you get bored, it's OK to bring a book."

The pay is fine, and the job includes a one-bedroom apartment upstairs, above the office. The manager lives there now, but he's retiring.

They had me at 'working alone', but everything else sounded orgasmic, too. Even crazier, the owner said I was "impressive." That's a word not often used to describe me, but on the phone I'd somehow sounded like a responsible adult, who ought to be employed.

The only thing left, the owner said, was a second interview, in person, with the current manager, Paul. 

So the next morning I bused to the self-storage place, which would be an easy commute to work — one bus, no transfers — until I passed the probationary period, and moved into the apartment upstairs.

When I met Paul, too good to be true continued. He was eating pizza at the front desk, and offered a slice. Ten minutes into the fairly standard Q-and-A plus pepperoni, he walked to a mini-fridge, grabbed a beer, and offered me one. Have you ever been offered a beer at a job interview?

We talked and laughed for another half an hour. Paul showed me the computer system, the security cameras, and the back office behind the front office. He said they were behind on "computer stuff," so my many years of office experience would be helpful in catching up.

Then he took me upstairs, and showed me his apartment. It looked luxuriantly comfortable, with a gorgeous view of all the padlocked storage units, and no flatmates. He reassured me that he'd be moving out, "back to family in Phoenix," once he'd finished training me on the job.

None of this was "if". The vibe was "When can you start?" and when Paul actually asked that question, I shrugged and said, right now. 

Then we walked the grounds together, and he stopped to chat with an old Asian guy who was moving things around in his space at the facility. Paul introduced me as, "This is Doug, and he'll be the new me."

Our walk back to the office took us across the small parking lot, which was empty, and Paul asked where my car was.

"I took the bus."

"Well, you do have a car, right? You'll need a car to drive into Normandy Park and make the daily bank deposits."

Nope, I don't have a car, so I'll remain unemployed until the money from my last job dwindles away, and I'll continue living in the shared house with Dean and Robert and the angry 'L'.

♦ ♦ ♦ 

Walking from the self-storage to the bus stop took me past a ratty-looking convenience store at the corner. Not a chain place, it looked messy even from the outside. Faded paint. Plywood covering a broken window. Graffiti on the bricks. It looked like someplace where college kids stock up on beer at the start of a slasher-in-the-woods movie.

Disappointed at not getting the job, I decided to celebrate with something shitty to eat. Manufactured pastries perhaps, or a six-pound sack of salty chips. Maybe both. Toward and through the door I walked, one step into the store, and stopped.

Right inside was an arcade-style mini-statue, maybe two feet tall, atop the counter. It was a clown, eerie and frightening already, and holding a sign over its belly that said, "Turn off fake news." Below that was a miniature Trump/Pence bumper sticker, and below that, "Make America great again."

I started chuckling, spun and left and laughed all the way to the bus stop. 

♦ ♦ ♦  

When I'm not writing about the news or the movies or Doctor Who, when I'm 'seriously' writing, I try to put away all the shields, all the pretense. My mission is to write honestly about one weirdo's shitty, worse-than-ordinary life.

Which it is, of course, and I know that. Almost never do I polish anything up, spin it prettier than it is. If it's shit it's shit, but at least it's real.

What I've written today, about yesterday's job interview and the convenience store, is about all that's in me, though.

There are ten pages of notes I'd scribbled about working at Vector, before COVID hit midway through my two week's notice there. Now none of of those stories seem worth telling. It's just notes about shit that'll never be written, and that's OK.

Most of the shit of my life never gets written, and most of what's written would be better unwritten.

My mom has started nagging me again to go to church. My stoner nephew wants me to join him for breakfast, just the two of us, and won't say why. Had a strange argument with my flatmate Dean, about Spam™. But none of that is worth writing, either.

For this afternoon, nothing could be finer than to tilt in my recliner, watch an old movie, and maybe later some Doctor Who.

2/21/2024   

Winter Soldier,
and a few more films

The Spook Who Sat By the Door (1973)

Strictly for PR purposes, the CIA decides to hire its first and only black agent. The entire process is, of course, rigged to eliminate as many recruits as possible, because one is the maximum number the agency is willing to hire.

After lots of racist screening, they hire Dan Freeman (Lawrence Cook, from Lord Shango), and almost immediately he's assigned to receptionist's duties, so everyone coming in to the office can see that a black man works at the CIA.

After a few years of that, Freeman quits, but he's learned a lot from being behind the front desk at the Central Intelligence Agency. He goes back to his home town of Chicago and begins secretly training black Americans to be militant freedom fighters — Black Panthers, essentially, though they're rebranded here.

"Remember, a black man with a mop, tray, or broom in his hand can go damned near anywhere in this country, and a smiling black man is invisible."

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Alternating between mellow and thoughtful and angry and violent, this is not in the 'blaxploitation' genre. In the film's more radical moments toward the end, it feels almost like Paul Schrader. 

It was written by Sam Greenlee, based on his novel, which I haven't read but might. It was published in the UK because no American publisher would touch it.

The movie is a compelling telling of a wild story, rough around the edges because it was made independently, and far more subversive than anything from the big studios.

Directed by Ivan Dixon, who, as an actor, starred in Nothing But a Man and (sorta sadly) co-starred in Hogan's Heroes. Music by Herbie Hancock, mixing jazz, progressive, even psychedelic sounds. 

Verdict: BIG YES.

♦ ♦ ♦ 

Timestalkers (1987)

Like they sing on Sesame Street, "One of these things is not like the others." Timestalkers is fun, but it's garbage compared to the other three films reviewed on this page. 

I considered holding back this review for a more playful and less explosive batch, but nah. Some movies have a lot to say and seriously shake up your head, and some movies are just dumb popcorn-chompers, but there's nothing wrong with chomping popcorn.

Brian Clemens wrote dozens of episodes of the fabulous 1960s British cop/sci-fi show The Avengers, and arguably created the series. He also wrote this odd but imaginative made-for-TV time-travel mystery adventure, starring a dour William Devane, Lauren Hutton at the height of her powers, and Klaus Kinski as a grumpy German gunslinger in the old American west. 

There's a bolt of lightning sound effect for every time jump in Timestalkers, and some other exaggerated noises which quickly become annoying, but other than that this is perfectly watchable, if a bit slight.

Directed by Michael Schultz (Car Wash, Cooley High), it features small parts for John Ratzenberger, John Avery, Tim Russ, and unbelievably, Forrest Tucker (F Troop) as a computer whiz, in his last role.

Verdict: YES.

♦ ♦ ♦

Welcome to New Orleans (2006)

Malik Rahim is a former Black Panther and veteran, who long ago got in a shootout with police, so he's an ex-con. Most of his life he's been a housing rights activist, and this documentary is mostly about him and his work in the aftermath of 2005's flooding of New Orleans.

The city had two days notice that Hurricane Katrina was coming, and did effectively nothing to prepare. Almost as soon as the weather and water hit, though, officials moved quickly to establish a dusk-to-dawn curfew with orders to shoot to kill any violators.

"That's my life, man," says one of the flood's survivors. "It's gone, and I ain't got shit. I've got what, two pair of boxers and an undershirt? Everything else is destroyed."

Cops hassle volunteers trying to help people. White vigilantes brag on camera about shooting 'looters', when it's pretty obvious they mean 'colored people'. There's a preacher's sermon, explaining that God brought the hurricane and must've had his reasons, so the hurricane was good. And of course, the camera drives through miles of ruined homes and ruined lives.

The New Orleans disaster troubled me personally, because my family lived there when I was a boy, just a few blocks from the Mississippi levy. When the hurricane hit, our old neighborhood became a moldy sponge, so I've always been aghast at how New Orleans, Louisiana, and America abandoned the city as the waters went up.

As for Mr Rahim, he seems like a good man, and he ran for Congress in 2008, but on the Green Party ticket, which means he had less than zero chance of winning, especially in Louisiana. Of course, there was no other choice if he wanted to run — certainly the Democrats would have nothing to do with a candidate who speaks from the heart about justice and equality and taking care of people.

Distressing on another level, this TV documentary isn't even American. It was made for the Danish Broadcasting Corporation, and it's entirely in English, completely watchable and infuriating, but I don't think it's ever been shown in America. 

Verdict: BIG YES.

♦ ♦ ♦ 

Winter Soldier (1972)

Remember the American military's extended field trip to Vietnam, jumping into another country's civil war to make sure they didn't go commie?

To my knowledge and I hope I'm wrong, there was no official investigation into the countless ordinary war crimes committed by American soldiers in Vietnam. There was, however, this unofficial inquiry, conducted by the activist group Vietnam Veterans Against the War. It was an open forum held in Detroit, where American vets were asked to describe the atrocities they committed or saw in 'Nam.

This is a filmed record of those hearings, and it is … beyond my ability to describe, so I'll let a few of the veterans have their say:

• "The way that we distinguished between civilians ['allies'] and VC [Viet Cong]? VC had weapons and civilians didn't, and anybody that was dead was considered a VC. If you killed someone, they said, 'How did you know he was a VC?' The general reply would be, 'He's dead'."

• "The next slide is myself. I'm extremely shameful of it. … It's me, holding a dead body, smiling. Everyone in our platoon took two bodies, put them on the back ramp, drove them through a village for show, and dumped them off at the edge of the village."

• "We never had any instruction in the Geneva Conventions. The lecture consisted of: 'If you're taken prisoner, all you gotta do is give them your name, rank, serial number, and date of birth. Here's your Geneva Convention cards. Go get 'em, Marines.' We were never told anything about the way to treat prisoners, if we were the capturers rather than the capturees."

• "We used to drive by this row of hooches [thatched huts], and a little 3-year-old kid in dirty gray shorts used to run out and scream, 'You Marines, you number 10!' [meaning, no good]… One night the kid comes out and says, 'You Marines, you number 10!' and throws a rock, so we figured we'd get him, because this was a way of having fun. The next night before going out, we all … picked up the biggest rocks we could get our hands on, and piled 'em in the back of the truck. When we left the combat base, we just turned the corner and saw the little kid, we were waiting for the kid, and he ran out of the hooch and he was going to scream 'Marines, number 10!' and we didn't even let him get it out of his mouth, just picked up all the rocks and smeared him, just wiped him out. And I don't know, I can't say that the kid died, but if it would've been me I would've died. Some of the rocks were easily as big as his head. And it was looked upon as funny. We all laughed about it, and then we forgot about it."

• "Everything is set on fire. My squad leader personally ignited the first two hooches, and told us to take care of the rest. When we went out, I would say 50% at least of the villages we passed through would be burned to the ground. There was no difference between the ones we burned and the ones we didn't burn, it's just that some we had time, so we burned them."

• "We were told, 'Do not count prisoners when you're loading them on board the aircraft. Count 'em when you unload them.' Which, the naïve young brownbar says, 'What difference does it make?' And the wisened old first lieutenant says, 'Because the numbers may not jibe. … Don't ever, ever count when they go aboard, because presumably you'd have to say something if one of them got thrown out'."

• "These people are aware of what American soldiers do to them, so naturally they try to hide the young girls. We found one hiding in the bomb shelter, in sorta the basement of her house, and she was taken out and raped by six or seven people, in front of her family, and in front of most of the villagers. This wasn't just one incident, it was just the first one that I remember, but I know of 10-15 incidents at least. The gentleman to my left can corroborate my testimony, as we were together the whole time, served in the same squad in the same company."

• "It got to be like a game, like, the object was to see who could kill the most people. The different ways you could prove how many people you killed, would be like, cutting off ears. Now if you brought back someone's ears, you know, pretty likely you had to kill them to get them. Whoever had the most ears, they would get the most beers. You could trade your ears for beers."

There's a huge amount of HOLY CRAP here, but what's perhaps most remarkable is a spontaneous conversation filmed during a break, between one angry black man explaining loud and clear and plainly that racism is the baseline reason for the war crimes, and a few of the soldiers whose testimony we've heard, who don't particularly disagree.

The forum was held in 1971, and the film was offered to all the networks' news divisions, but there was no interest from ABC, CBS, NBC, or PBS. It was also rejected for theatrical distribution, so it played only in church basements and occasionally museums, until getting a small, art-house release more than thirty years later, in 2005.

So what's the difference between war and war crimes? War crimes are just those very rare days when the wrong people happen to see something they weren't supposed to see. Other than that, war and war crimes are synonyms.

Verdict: BIG YES.

2/19/2024  

• • • Coming attractions • • •    

A Woman Under the Influence (1974)
Brawl in Cell Block 99
(2017)
British Sounds
(1969)
Compliance
(2012)
Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!
(1966)
Flesh
(1932)
Homebodies
(1974)
Homicide
(1991)
If…
(1968)
It Happened on Fifth Avenue
(1947)
Johnny Got His Gun
(1971)
The Magic Christian
(1969)
Master Gardener
(2002)
Munich
(2005)
The Naked Kiss
(1964)
Neighbors
(1952)
Patty Hearst
(1988)
Pig
(2021)
Queen and Slim
(2019)
The Scarlet Empress
(1934)
Sometimes Aunt Martha Does Dreadful Things
(1971)
The Territory
(1981)
Weekend
(1967)
Wendigo
(2001)
Where the Green Ants Dream
(1984)

... plus schlock and surprises

There are so many good movies out there — old movies, odd or artsy, foreign or forgotten movies, or do-it-yourself movies made just for the joy of making them — that if you only watch whatever's on Netflix or playing at the twenty-plex, you're missing out.

To get beyond the ordinary, I recommend:

AlterCineverseCriterionCultCinema ClassicsDocsVilleDustFandorFilms for ActionHooplaIHaveNoTVIndieFlixInternet ArchiveKanopyKinoCultKino LorberKorean Classic FilmChristopher R MihmMosfilmMubiNational Film Board of CanadaNew Yorker Screening RoomDamon PackardMark PirroPizzaFlixPopcornFlixPublic Domain MoviesRareFilmmScarecrow VideoShudderThoughtMaybeTimeless Classic MoviesVoleFlixWatchDocumentaries • or your local library

Some people even access films through shady methods, though of course, that would be wrong.

— — —

Illustration by Jeff Meyer. Reviews are spoiler-free, or at least spoiler-warned. Click any image to enlarge. Arguments & recommendations are welcome, but no talking once the lights dim, and only real butter on the popcorn, not that fake yellow stuff. 
 
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Study shows long-COVID hits hardest in Republican states
    Excerpt: Overall, the CDC found that seven states in the South, West, and Midwest had the highest prevalence of long COVID in the country, between 8.9 percent and 10.6 percent: Alabama, Montana, North Dakota, Oklahoma, Tennessee, Wyoming, and, the state with the highest prevalence of 10.6 percent, West Virginia. …
    On the other end of the spectrum, New England states, Washington, and Oregon had lower prevalence rates, between 3.7 percent and 5.3 percent. The lowest rate was seen in the US Virgin Islands with 1.9 percent. Washington, DC, and Guam had ranges between 1.9 percent and 3.6 percent. …
    Me again: Who'da thunk it? Being intentionally stupid isn't good for your health. 

New York archdiocese calls funeral for trans activist at cathedral "scandalous"
    I hate funerals and memorial services, and haven't been to one since late '80s. Missed my old man's. Told my mom I won't be at hers. If family or friends try to stage a funeral for me, I've promised them I won't be there.
    But this one pissed off the church, and jeez I wish I could've been there.

Amazon argues that national labor board is unconstitutional, joining SpaceX and Trader Joe’s
    Of all the assorted Big Money and right-wing bullshit currently percolating, this is one of the scariest. Regulation of corporate capitalism is already almost nothing, but they're trying to end it entirely. 

Faced with ‘Cop City’ referendum push, Atlanta changes up its election rules
    Opponents filed proper petitions to put the question of Cop City to voters, but the local (Democratic-run) government has blocked those petitions and that election.
    Denied access to democracy, the opposition is now morally authorized to blow up every trace of Cop City, and I wholeheartedly hope they do. 

Plastics companies knew for decades recycling was not viable but promoted it regardless, Center for Climate Integrity study finds 

Authors were excluded from Hugo award nominations over "China concerns"
    "Rabbit Test" unwins the Hugo 

For revealing how little Trump and other rich bastards pay in taxes, whistleblower gets five years in prison 

GoFundMe is a health-care utility now 

Air Canada must pay damages after chatbot lies to grieving passenger about discount 

Luxury brand Hermes sues tiny used book shop in Turkey called 'Hermes Sahaf' 

Middle-aged woman who's not the manager actually runs the office… in every office 

The original WWW proposal is a Word for Macintosh 4.0 file from 1990 — can we open it?  

How three housemates in COVID lockdown discovered their Brisbane home was a biodiversity hotspot 

Allan Sherman (or his lawyer) on the phone 

On Capitol Hill, Republicans routinely use bigoted attacks against political foes 

My dad was a white slave, Kentucky Republican tells NAACP 

Republican Rep claims 'bullshit' as expert says COVID vaccine saved 14-million lives 

Florida Republicans defend proposal to teach kindergartners about 'threats of communism'

CLICK TO ENLARGE

Go outside or go to jail: Top North Carolina Republican targets trans restroom rights  

One of the police officers charged with killing Freddie Gray will oversee complaints against other Baltimore cops 

Police used spit hoods on at least 31 people who died in their custody between 2013 and 2023 

Florida cop fires his gun until it's empty, runs for cover after acorn falls on car 

♫♬  MUSIC  ♫ 

Bella Ciao — Chumbawamba 

Eminence Front — The Who 

I Walk the Line — Johnny Cash 

Superman — John Williams 

This Land is Your Land — Tom Morello 

⚰️  OBITUARIES  ⚰️

Bob Edwards
Morning Edition host, squeezed out by NPR 

Ross Gelbspan
called bullshit bullshit 

Cecilia Gentili
human rights activist 

Don Gullett
baseballer, Cincinnati Reds 

Jim Hannan
baseballer, Washington Senators 

Jack Higgins
editorial cartoonist, Chicago Sun-Times

Alec Mills
cinematographer, The Living Daylights

Bob Moore
founder, Bob’s Red Mill 

Damo Suzuki
rock'n'roller, Can 

unknown
forgotten man 

Jimmy Van Eaton
drummer, Sun Records

2/19/2024    

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Tip 'o the hat to the AVA, BoingBoing, Breakfast at Ralf's, Chuff, Dirty Blonde Mind, It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time, Lemmy.world, Looking for My Perfect Sandwich, Miss Miriam's Mirror, Voenix Rising, and anywhere else I've stolen links, illustrations, or inspiration.

Special thanks to Linden Arden, Becky Jo, Wynn Bruce, Joey Jo Jo emeritus, Jeff Meyer, John the Basket, Dave S, Name Withheld, and always extra special thanks to my lovely late Stephanie, who gave me 21 years and proved that the world isn't always shitty.

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Doctor Who (4th season, 2007-10)

Doctor Who is a great concept for a TV show, and often it's truly a great show. A spaceman who calls himself The Doctor (yup, just 'The Doctor') lives in a blue box called the TARDIS, and gallivants through time and space with a loyal Earthling companion, on a mission to right wrongs, battle monsters, save the universe, and crack jokes along the way.

This is my endless Doctor Who rewatch, and now playing is the show's very, very long fourth season, which started on Christmas 2007, and ended on New Year's Day in 2010.

S04E00: "Voyage of the Damned"

"I'm just a traveler. Imagine it — no tax, no bills, no boss, just the open sky."

This was the show's 2007 'Christmas special,' an idea I'll always oppose on principal — The Doc's a space alien, agnostic, and once mentioned that he took the last room at the inn on the night Christ was born. But several very good episodes have come from the Christmas specials, and here's another.

Pop star Kylie Minogue plays a waitress serving cocktails aboard the Titanic, but not that Titanic. This one's an interstellar cruise ship named after the most famous vessel in Earth's history, though nobody seems to understand why the original Titanic was famous.

Geoffrey Palmer (As Time Goes By) plays the captain of the New Titanic, which is, of course, doomed. As the ship wrecks in space, we're introduced to a half a dozen passengers and staffers, all given enough time and space to become memorable. There's a rotten bastard capitalist, an expert on Earth history who knows nothing of Earth history, a fuzzball alien named Bannakaffalatta, and a lovable fat couple portrayed as intelligent, even heroic, and not always looking for a sandwich.

True to what's best about the show, some of these ordinary people rise to heroics, while others perish in futility. How do ya suppose you'd respond if a meteor storm was closing in but the shields were off-line?

Despite all the death (and there's plenty), it's an episode more interested in having a good time than taking itself seriously. And it's a good time, indeed.

"I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the Constellation of Kasterborous. I'm 903 years old and I'm the man who is going to save your lives, and all six-billion people on the planet below. You got a problem with that?"

No, sir. No problem at all.

S04E01: "Partners in Crime"

Catherine Tate returns as Donna Noble, now The Doctor's new companion. They're on Earth, investigating an anti-fat pill that's not merely a swindle like most weight loss gimmicks, but also part of an alien plot. Take the pill once daily for three weeks, "and the fat just walks away"… because it jumps out of your belly and becomes a living space-alien baby.

This is lighthearted but not lightheaded, and perhaps more social commentary than science fiction. The CGI'd fat-babies are impossibly cute, even waving at the camera. The whole episode is simultaneously preposterous, weird, smart and endearing, which is often how Doctor Who works.

Donna immediately makes an excellent companion for The Doctor; she's smart, short-tempered, and these two characters play off each other comedically (including a game of charades, which is one of the funniest scenes ever on the show). She's a woman who speaks up sometimes louder than is warranted, which earns laughs, sympathies, and respect. It's also a welcome relief that Donna is some years older than previous companions Rose and Martha, and that there's explicitly zero romantic sparkle between The Doctor and the new companion. 

S04E02: "The Fires of Pompeii"

Let's visit Pompeii on Volcano Day. There's a well-rendered CGI fire monster, creepy cultists who can read The Doctor and Donna's minds, and a smoking mountain uncomfortably nearby.

This is well-written, with plenty of action and scenery, and it was filmed in Italy, which is remarkable for a show with Doctor Who's long history of cheapskate budgets. It looks terrific, and it is.

Tate is a comedian by career, so 'funny' comes easily for Donna, but she becomes seriously furious when The Doctor explains that Pompeii is a "fixed point in time," so he can't change what will happen — 20,000 people will die, and must die. To you and I and The Doctor it's history, but Donna is right there the shadow of the smouldering mountain, incredulous that The Doctor is going to let the city be buried in lava.

Their argument is passionate, plausible, and important to the show, making Donna effectively The Doctor's conscience. After all, without a touch of compassion, what is The Doctor — a time tourist? And if he intervenes, what is he then — a god?

There's another level of their philosophical dispute that plays out too, but I won't even hint at what it is. I will say, it's resolved smartly, and in only their third episode together it binds The Doctor and Donna as friends and partners perhaps more completely than any other Doctor and companion on the show.

A few years later, Karen Gillan would play The Doctor's next companion, Amy Pond; here Gillan plays one of the cultists. She's mostly lost in the crowd, though, with her face hidden under creepy makeup.

A few years after Amy, Peter Capaldi would play The Doctor; here he plays a local granite-merchant and family man, a small supporting role but he's terrific.

In his character's most dramatic moment, the camera aims right at Capaldi's face, and there's a booger in one of his nostrils. Look closely, or click the image to make it bigger.

How they missed it in post-production, why they didn't just CGI the booger away, I dunno. It adds to the authenticity, I guess — filmed on location in Peter Capaldi's nose.

S04E03: "Planet of the Ood"

The Ood are an odd-looking race of spaghetti-faced servants, first seen in the very good second-season two-parter "The Impossible Planet" and "The Satan Pit." This episode is set on the Ood home planet, where they're farmed and packaged by Ood Operations. 

The planet is a beautifully-realized world of ice and snow, and the story gently makes political points along the way. The Ood are manservants, allegedly natural-born to follow orders, but what were they before capitalists began harvesting and marketing them?

"A species born to serve could never evolve in the first place. What does the company do to make them obey?"

Taking a stand against slavery seems easy, but the episode is successful because it's so damned earnest and heartfelt. We hear the painful song of the Ood, and see through Donna's eyes the horror of how they've been handled, warehoused, and sold.

The company's CEO, balding from the stress and constantly complaining about it, could've been played for comedic effect, but smartly isn't. And the story's liberation of the Ood is not brought about by The Doctor and Donna — they help, certainly, but it's mostly an Ood uprising, which is far more satisfying.

S04E04: "The Sontaran Stratagem"
and S04E05: "The Poison Sky"

When Earth is invaded by space aliens in Doctor Who (which happens quite often), the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce (UNIT) springs into action, defending the Earth.

UNIT is a dumb idea — a military operation, on a show that's resolutely non-military — and there's never yet been a better-than-average episode with UNIT soldiers running around.

This two-parter is average: A smart but morally-challenged boy genius teams up with baked-potato-head Sontaran aliens, who are planning the end of Earth. So here comes UNIT — soldiers with guns, whose job is to loudly die, accomplishing nothing as the Sontarans advance and The Doctor figures out how to stop them.

Martha, The Doctor's companion in the third season, is now an officer with UNIT, and it doesn't make her more interesting or more sympathetic. She's still kind of a zilch, but I blame the writing more than the actress.

On the plus side, the boy genius is enjoyably hateworthy, the baked potatoes are amusing, and the story has self-driving cars that kill their passengers, just like Teslas. Despite UNIT, I'll grudgingly concede that it's a fun albeit lightweight story.

S04E06: "The Doctor's Daughter"

This episode opens on a planet embroiled in perpetual war, humans against a gargling species called the Hath. Within mere moments, The Doctor is locked into a sampling machine, which clones him and spits out a new soldier — code-named Jenny, she's (arguably) the Doctor's daughter, and immediately calls him 'Dad'. 

Georgia Moffett plays Jenny, and Ms Moffett's father is Peter Davison, who played The Doctor from 1981-84. She's literally "The Doctor's Daughter," because on either side of the Atlantic, nepotism is at the heart of everything, almost as much as money.

The story's rather trite point is that war is bad. The Doctor has a few revelatory moments, Donna gets to be brilliant (albeit about a dumb plot element), Martha (still tagging along) helps keep things moving, and Jenny is a chipper blank slate, but likable enough.

There's nothing meaty or thoughtful about any of it, but there's plenty of action and running, and it's another average-to-adequate episode.

S04E07: "The Unicorn and the Wasp"

The Doctor and Donna have landed in 1920s England, just in time for cocktails and a dinner party with Agatha Christie.

Of course, there will be murders to be solved.

Every detail of the episode captures the era, the dialogue sparkles like a spoof of mystery movies, the actress playing Ms Christie couldn't be more Ms Christie if she actually were Ms Christie, and in the question-and-answer scenes after the murders, the difference between the alibis offered and what's shown in flashback makes for a long series of chuckles.

That said, the 'big reveal' that explains why there's a wasp the size of an Oldsmobile is rhetorical nonsense, and the episode would be better without any wasps or monsters at all.

And yet, the big buzzing wasp is certainly weird, and kinda scary. And the episode seems intended as full-fledged comedy, and it's funny, so let's call it a success.

It doesn't add up to much, though, so for the fourth episode in a row, everything's lightweight but adequate. 

S04E08: "Silence in the Library"
and S04E09: "Forest of the Dead"

"I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry, but you've got two shadows."

There's a lot going on in this excellent Doctor Who double feature, with a half-dozen fresh ideas all cleverly interconnected and dangling off each other like a mobile in a breezeway.

It's by Steven Moffat, who wrote several of Doctor Who's best early-season episodes, including "The Empty Child" and "The Doctor Dances," "The Girl in the Fireplace," "Blink," and certainly including "Silence in the Library" and "Forest of the Dead."

I'm tempted to write too much about this story, one of my favorites, but the more that's said, the more's the risk of revealing too much. So here are a few memorable elements, but I'll leave you clueless how they connect together:

• The Doctor and Donna visit a library that's so huge it fills an entire world. "We're near the equator," he says, "so this must be biographies. I love biographies." But they're the only patrons of the entire planet-wide library. Where's everyone else?

• Vashta Nerada are shadow monsters. As The Doctor explains, they're "the shadows that melt the flesh," lurking not in every shadow, but in any shadow. Then the lights in the library start flickering out.

• A 52nd-century archaeologist arrives, accompanied by several others on an expedition. She's River Song (Alex Kingston, from ER), an old friend of The Doctor, but he's never met her before. That's because she's a time traveler like he is, and time travelers tend to live their lives out of sequential order.

• The story intermittently switches to a young girl undergoing therapy sessions with a kindly-seeming shrink, and he explains, "There's the real world, and there's the world of nightmares. That's right, isn't it? You understand that?" Yes, I know, says the child, so the psychiatrist continues: "What I want you to remember is this, and I know it's hard. The real world is a lie, and your nightmares are real."

• Recognizing the dangers of the shadows in the library, The Doctor sends Donna back to the safety of the TARDIS, but on the way she's yanked out of existence and into a sanitarium. She's a patient, not a prisoner, undergoing therapy with that same kindly shrink.

• One of the men on River's team is the wealthy financier of the expedition. As the money man, he is of course rude, self-centered, and unhelpful. He won't answer The Doctor's questions about the mission's purpose unless The Doctor and Donna sign non-disclosure agreements. Which they, of course, refuse to do.

And that's enough, I think, to give you a feel for what's in play here. Perhaps it sounds like a storytelling mess, but it's the opposite — a delicately thrilling concoction that's one of The Doctor and Donna's grandest adventures. It is seriously frightening, occasionally funny, and profoundly sad.

When everything works like this, Doctor Who is definitely not a children's show, possibly not even a 'family' show. This is science fiction for grown-ups.

"Hey, who turned out the lights?"

And a few leftover thoughts strike me on every rewatch: 

It's a profound reaction, spread over a few pages of the script, as Donna comes to understand that River is from the future, and knows The Doctor even though The Doctor doesn't know River. More ominously, River knows Donna's name but she's never met Donna. "So why don't you know me? Where am I in the future?"

And River's team has two men named Dave. One's called Proper Dave, while the other is Other Dave. This is one of the story's least significant details, never explained, but what interaction occurred between the Daves, that left one accepted as 'proper', while the other was relegated to 'other'?

"Silence in the Library" and "Forest of the Dead" are exponentially better than almost anything that might be playing in the cinemas or streaming on Netflix. Some night when you're up for a movie, watch these two episodes of Doctor Who instead. They'll make you as big a nut for the show as I am.

S04E10: "Midnight"

"Taking a big space truck with a bunch of strangers across a diamond planet called Midnight? What could possibly go wrong?"

Well, everything.

This is another remarkably good episode, and a favorite of mine, because it was my first look at the new Doctor Who.

I'd been dimly aware that the show had returned, but had no interest, because I'd seen the old, el cheapo Doctor Who from the 1960s-'80s — a show that looked so tacky, it was difficult to take seriously.

That night there was nothing better on the telly, though, so I shrugged and settled onto the couch to watch, and instead of sucking, this new Doctor Who quickly sucked me in.

The Doctor and Donna are on a resort planet full of sparkling diamonds and rubies and exotonic sunlight (whatever that might be, it's presented as scary). The Doc has signed up for a tour to see the sapphire waterfalls, but Donna decides to lounge around the pool instead, so she's mostly absent for the dramatics.

The Doctor rides a bus with a handful of other tourists, the driver, a mechanic, and a bored stewardess tending to passengers. And then there's an odd noise, the bus stops, there's a knocking sound…

One of the passengers suddenly can't speak, except to echo back whatever anyone else says. Lesley Sharp (The Full Monty, Naked) plays the echo-voiced passenger, and makes it frightening indeed.

Written by Russell T Davies, directed by Alice Troughton, and acted amazingly by all, the passengers react like people would — with ordinary human fear, anger, confusion, and eventually hatred and violence. It's a breathtaking thriller, still goosebumpy no matter how many times I rewatch it. 

Roger Corman would love this episode — there are nearly no pricey visual effects, almost all of it takes place on one set, and we never see the monster that's lurking outside. But damn, it works.

S04E11: "Turn Left"

Here's another wondrous episode, fourth in a row — it's a nightmare set in the universe of Doctor Who, written again by Russell T Davies, and it might be his best episode.

The Doctor and Donna land on Planet Chinatown, where they're separated in a market crowd, and Donna wanders into a fortune-teller's booth to hear "Your future predicted, your life foretold." Ah, but the shop is a ruse, and the fortune-teller's only interest is making Donna confess a moment when her life changed.

In a flashback to something she'd forgotten from years earlier, Donna is driving a car, being nagged by her mother to "turn right" at an intersection, to go meet a friend who might offer Donna a job. She's stubborn, though, likes the job she has, and turns left instead.

It's the pivotal moment in her life, because that's why Donna was at the job where she met her future would-be husband, leading to her ruined wedding, and the events of Donna's first episode, season three's "The Runaway Bride."

From that, this becomes a sci-fi remake of It's a Wonderful Life — Donna relives the moment but this time she turns the car right instead of left. Next come a series of flashbacks from earlier adventures with The Doctor, but Donna's not there, and neither is The Doctor, and in clip after clip events go far worse, until everything in the world turns catastrophic.

We're shown the nuclear destruction of London. We're shown the CGI'd fat-babies from "Partners in Crime" killing 60,000,000 overweight Americans. Other disasters accumulate, and then in a few deftly-scripted scenes we're shown the harshest and most cruel anti-immigrant policies I've ever seen on TV.

Rose, The Doctor's companion through the show's first two seasons, pops in like Clarence the Angel, to explain that by never meeting The Doctor, Donna has doomed the world.

Everything about "Turn Left" is bleak and then bleaker, and with very little or no humor it's gotta be the most pessimistic episode ever, but sweet jeebers it's a masterpiece.

"There's something on your back."

If there's a problem here, it's the set-up at the start, with a devious hex from a fake fortune-teller who's Asian, and thus stereotypically 'mystical'. I'm inclined to let it slide, though. My guess is, Britain has far fewer Asians than America does, and thus there's less awareness of such mildly offensive tropes.

S04E12 "The Stolen Earth"
and S04E13 "Journey's End"

Each season of Doctor Who ends with a big splashy multi-part story, and this is the biggest and splashiest yet. Whether it's enjoyable depends on whether you're willing or able to suspend your disbelief on such a scale. Frankly, I can't do it. 

Earth has been relocated elsewhere. Twenty-six new planets appear in the heavens, stacked atop each other. Daleks are back, led again by the ultimate evil Dalek, a tentacle-faced monstrosity named Davros whose stated goal is the destruction of reality itself, though it's never explained what's to be gained by ending reality.

Daleks have always been sci-fi reinventions of the Nazis, at least symbolically, but here for a moment they actually shout "Exterminate! Exterminate!" in German. It's a bit much, ain't it?

On our side, there's an all-star team featuring every familiar good guy from modern Doctor Who. Here's Rose and Martha, Jack Harkness from season one and the spinoff Torchwood (along with the rest of that show's cast), and Mickey (Rose's ex-boyfriend), and Rose's mother, and Martha's mother, and Sarah Jane Smith (companion to the Third and Fourth Doctors in the 1970s), and even K9 the robot dog from that far sillier era. (Fictional) former Prime Minister Harriet Jones is back to help with the heroics, and from the real world, atheist-philosopher Richard Dawkins drops in (just for a moment, but yes, seriously). And of course, UNIT is heavily involved, so there's military weaponry to be fired, with loud hollering of futile orders.

For me it's too much, but these two episodes scored huge numbers and phenomenal ratings, and most fans of the show seem to love it.

I'd shrug and forgive it all as a season-ending wrap party that got out of hand, were it not for the ending, which — spoiler, consider yourself forewarned — deals Donna a phenomenally unfair adieu.

The show's three regular companions, Rose and Martha and Donna, all became inarguably better people through their time with The Doctor, and Rose even walks away with her own clone of David Tennant. But for sci-fi reasons as convoluted as the rest of this overblown two-parter, Donna's mind must be wiped of every memory of The Doctor, of all their adventures and everything they've done. 

With those memories erased, Donna becomes again the rather whiny, borderline dim woman she'd been at the beginning of her first episode. That's a terrible thing to do to anyone the audience (and yeah, me) has come to genuinely care about. Donna's the best companion The Doctor has had, and this is what she gets?

Prior to these two episodes, I would've summarized the season as a victory for the show. Six very good episodes, several more that are enjoyable, with no out-and-out stinkers until the grand finale two-parter.

There's a subtle recurring theme that humans are at least as terrifying as the monsters, and that's the truth, ain't it? Sure, aliens are the enemy in "The Sontaran Stratagem," but it's their human ally who makes the menace far worse. In "Planet of the Ood," the Ood aren't a 'slave race' until they're enslaved by us. The bubble-breathing Hath in "The Doctor's Daughter" are warmongers, but only because humans make eternal war against them. And whatever monsters are behind the door in "Midnight," nothing's as monstrous as the passengers when they become an angry mob.

But fuck you, Doctor Who. Donna's story-line finishes with a cruel, dirty trick. There've been worse episodes than "The Stolen Earth" and "Journey's End," but it's the first time the show made me genuinely angry. 

And then comes another misstep.

During the fourth season, it was announced that showrunner Russell T Davies and David Tennant, playing the 10th Doctor, were both moving on from the show. Star-scriptwriter Steven Moffat would replace Davies as the new man in charge of the series, and eventually Matt Smith was chosen to play the 11th incarnation of The Doctor. I have no complaints about these changes — Davies did a fine job reinventing Doctor Who, Moffat did a fine job continuing the show, and Tenant and Smith were both excellent as The Doctor.

For reasons unexplained, though, the fifth season of Doctor Who was postponed for two damned years, while Davies and Tennant made several 'specials', without a recurring companion for The Doctor. Most of these five 'specials' are competent, watchable, even rather good. None of them are particularly 'special', though.

That's because of what's missing, something the people running Doctor Who should've understood: The show's premise is that The Doctor has a long-term teammate, and together they have a series of adventures, preferably once weekly.

Without that comradery — when it's just The Doctor flying solo in 'specials', popping up alone and then disappearing for months before popping up alone again — that's Doctor Who at half power. 

S04½E14: "The Next Doctor"

This was the show's 'Christmas special' for 2008, set in olde England in 1851.

The Doctor meets a man who claims to be him, who has a screwdriver that's not sonic and a 'TARDIS' that's a hot air balloon. This impersonation of The Doctor is fighting genuine Cybermen, though, so our real Doctor pitches in while trying to figure out what's going on.

The story is worth being told, and the real Doctor and The Doctor who's not The Doctor (David Morrissey, from Basic Instinct 2) both rise to heroics in the end. Also, these Cybermen are accompanied by furry little Cyberwerewolves, and everyone should have a pet.

What feels wrong about it is that The Doctor who's not The Doctor has a companion — a woman who helps him when he needs help, saves his life when it needs saving, hollers at him when he needs hollering, but isn't a romantic interest. And she's left behind in the end, as The Doctor who's really The Doctor leaves in his non-balloon TARDIS, alone.

S04½E15: "Planet of the Dead"

On an ordinary night in our ordinary London of the present day, a leather-clad female cat burglar heists an ancient treasure from a museum, then makes her getaway on one of the city's doubledecker public buses.

By impossible coincidence, The Doctor is riding the same bus, and  by an even impossibler coincidence a wormhole opens on the highway, and the bus and everyone on board breaks through to some unknown time and place.

This setting — a bus, stranded on a desolate planet, with only The Doctor and a few other passengers — seems oddly reminiscent of the much better "Midnight." This time, though, The Doctor is able to chat with UNIT agents via cellphone. They might be the same UNIT agents we saw in the very bad "The Stolen Earth" and "Journey's End," but if not they're interchangeable cogs, all wearing bright red berets.

On it goes quite predictably, with The Doctor saving the day, and the cat burglar being his one-time co-star. She's played by Michelle Ryan, known to me only from this and a failed 2010s reboot of The Bionic Woman. Her character seems excessively cutesy, flirty, overconfident, and increasingly annoying as the show meanders along. Also annoying are The Fly-like aliens who speak in clicks, and the story's impossibly Harry Potteresque ending.

And then The Doctor leaves in the TARDIS, alone.

S04½E16: "The Waters of Mars"

Here's another revisit to the premise of The Doctor popping in on an outer space workplace where things are about to go wrong.

This time it's the first Earthly outpost on Mars, which The Doctor knows will end in disaster. We meet the soon-to-die astronauts, and watch as an unknown contaminant in the water turns them into fountains with extremely chapped lips.

The Doctor is not supposed to rescue them, because these are historically important deaths — "fixed points in time," in the show's jargon. You might remember a conversation from "The Fires of Pompeii" where Donna and The Doctor argued about the ethics of letting the historically doomed die. Here, that argument is re-argued, this time between The Doctor and one of the astronauts who won't survive.

This is a moral quandary for The Doctor, and even the second time around it makes for interesting drama. 

The Doctor is 905 years old, though. He's literally a grandfather, and routinely mingles with famous people from history while always knowing exactly when and how they'll die. Seems to me, whether to interfere is a matter he should've sorted out eons ago.

And when the episode's over, The Doctor leaves in the TARDIS, alone.

S04½E17 and E18: "The End of Time," parts 1 and 2

It's become traditional for space aliens to attack London on Christmas, and this is the 2009 'Christmas special', so you know that's on the list.

Bernard Cribbins, who played Donna's lovable granddad over several fourth-season episodes, is back as the special guest companion. Donna is back too, but it's the ruined Donna, with no memory of The Doctor, and nothing noble about her but her name. She's only here to remind you of what Donna herself can never remember — that she used to be great.

Almost as awful, The Master (John Simm) returns. He's the boringly repetitive very-bad guy who always kills people, aggravates The Doctor, then somehow escapes so he can return in future episodes to kill people and aggravate The Doctor again. As soon as Simm starts maniacally laughing, the episode is ruined if it wasn't already, and it's a two-parter so two episodes are ruined. 

"The End of Time" is so bad I fast-forwarded through much of it, zipping ahead in time like I'm The Doctor. Life is too short to willingly waste two hours having no fun at all, and this is no fun at all.

I'll brief you on the basics, though, complete with spoilers:

The Master disappears at the end (so you know he'll be back) after a special effects-overladen battle with a madman Gallifreyan played by mega-ham Timothy Dalton (formerly James Bond).

David Tennant's Doctor dies, but before regenerating he takes a schmaltzy victory lap across all of time and space, saying goodbye to Rose, Captain Jack, Sarah Jane, Donna who still doesn't know him, and Mickey and Martha, who are inexplicably now married to each other and battling space aliens together.

It adds up to a medically-risky overdose of hooey, and when it's finished, The Doctor leaves in the TARDIS, alone.

After that, though, Steven Moffat takes charge, Matt Smith is the new Doctor, Karen Gillan plays his companion Amy Pond, and the very best of Doctor Who is yet to come.

Previously on Doctor Who:
1st season
     2nd season
3rd season

2/17/2024