Couldn’t sleep last night. Nothing to do with Torchwood (though it were well scary, as they say here in Lancashire). I was having nightmares about poor Mr Tennant being squashed by the vast bulk of
a space whale Beth Ditto and impaled on the stiletto heels of Kylie as a chorus of Cyberdancers looked on. The Brit Awards do have that effect on me.
Why does my daughter think Sharon Osbourne wouldn’t be an embarrassing mother but I am? It must be that cool leather jacket she wears.
A huge opportunity was missed with the Mika set. It was lovely to see Beth accompany him with that huge big bow on her bottom, and made me feel a lot better about my last weigh-in, but why didn’t they go the whole hog and do “Big Girl, You are Beautiful?”
I never did like the Arctic Monkeys and I like them even less now. Call me old-fashioned but I can’t help feeling that if people are nice enough to give you an award two years running the least you can do is stay sober enough to accept it coherently and not slag off the Brit School so much that they have to cut your speech.
Award ceremonies are a bit like boxes of choccies. There are really only one or two you like (David Tennant presenting, anyone, for all of 30 seconds?) but you take a perverse pleasure in scoffing the whole box anyway and actually enjoy the fact they’re bad for you.
And so, on to Dead Men Walking:
First up, people say the Doctor in S3 was fucked up, but ZOMG – Jack? If this is the sunny Jack with his issues resolved, then I’d hate to have had anything to do with him before. Let’s get this straight – Jack is not unfamiliar with the way it feels to lose a valued colleague in service. When it happened before his eyes with Suzie Costello he hardly batted an eyelid, and they didn’t revive her until she had something they needed to know.
But when Owen takes a bullet, he freaks out. For starters, Martha is twenty-four kinds of awesome as we all know, and you have so say that or you’re a racist Rose lover, but she doesn’t officially work for TW, so wouldn’t it have been a good idea for the boss to have actually been there while she performed an autopsy? Or at the very least, not scream at her to stop when she picks up the saw, and then run out for an unspecified length of time and tell her to hold it right there?
Yeah, I know paperwork isn’t dramatic, but it did seem a little unprofessional. And then, next thing you know, Jack’s off doing some kind of deal with the Devil, completely unilaterally and without his team’s knowledge/consent, and putting the entire fucking population of Cardiff at risk because he can’t handle Owen being dead? What happened to all that “It ends now” stuff?
Funnily enough, I felt a bit sorry for Ianto. Makes you wonder, if he’d do all that for the guy he’s not even sleeping with right now, would he break apart two universes if Ianto copped it?
It makes Ten look like the model of quiet restraint, doesn’t it? We need a bumper sticker for Jack saying “WWTDDD?”
Anyway, back he comes with the Glove that is All U Need, and we get Bad Wolf Bay happening right there in the autopsy room. Owen’s as good as dead, is Tosh ever gonna see him again (She Can’t), then she gets two minutes, manages to blurt out that she loves him and he doesn’t say it back. Okay, maybe I’m reading too much into it, but I wonder? Tosh’s musical cues have been virtually identical to Rose’s Theme lately.
And then things get really freaky. Gratuitous projectile vomiting in a prison cell. Zombie flesh-eating Owen looking much too like the werewolf in Tooth And Claw to be coincidental – or are the cash-strapped BBC just reusing prosthetics? The SF/horror tropes come thick and fast and basically we get the idea – trying to bring people back from the dead is a Bad Move. Why do the two gloves work so differently? Was the creepy church really necessary? And if Suzie was kept alive at Gwen’s expense, by draining her life force, would Jack, with his particular little abnormality, be able to keep an infinite number of people alive for an infinite length of time? You can’t help wondering. But, as Mr Copper said on Christmas Day, that would turn him into a monster, someone with the power to decide who lived and died.
Jack is seriously screwed up.
Anyway, there are all kinds of ways this could go. Any number of things could be significant but may well turn out not to be. Martha knows a thing or two about faith and walking the earth. Owen keeps going like the Werewolf of Torchwood House – could things be going full circle here? There’s all kinds of unspecified energy swilling about, possibly from another universe, which could be really handy if Rose plans on dropping in anytime soon. And the kid with cancer gets to live, that was cute wasn’t it?
But the big question remains – when is Cardiff going to wake up to the fact that Jack is a dangerous person to have around and call the right sort of doctor to take him away for rehab? If I’d been running that hospital, I’d want answers.