CHIBSHOW: 03. sub rosa

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1. CATEGORY: ???
2. The Time War
3. Part Of The Story
4. A Rock
5. Confession
6. CATEGORY: ?

Some random positions officially taken by gigawho

• A female Doctor is sorely overdue.
• Chris Chibnall probably isn’t going to write consistently good Doctor Who.
• The fact it took the show more than 50 years to acquire a single black writer is comically appalling and says absolute fucking reams about the interrelations between British sci-fi and white supremacy; the way exclusion generates antipathy. By which I mean – even factoring in the failures of producers to make a real effort – the question you have to ask yourself is how many prominent BAME writers would even want to participate in a show that is so utterly divorced from their experience of Britain, that positively oozes whiteness even while it casts black actors? This is not a problem that can be solved passively.
• Heaven Sent‘s great but Listen is greater, even if it’s technically worse.
• Talons is steeped in racism, and you should be able to say this without needing to hurriedly add that you still think it’s a great story.
• The Zygon Invasion is better than The Zygon Inversion.
• 9 > 1 > 5 = 8 >>> 3 = 4 > 6 = 10 > 7 > 2
• Jubilee is still the last time anyone really said anything fresh or relevant about the Daleks. Although there are the first glimmers of an insight in The Witch’s Familiar.
• Human Nature (book) shits on Human Nature/The Family of Blood (TV) from a height.
• The Curse of Fenric is focused around 80s-specific paranoias, but is still probably the most jaw-droppingly relevant story of the classic series when watched in 2018. The anachronism of its apocalypse being nuclear-bomb-themed is easily offset by the eerie prescience of it being run on an out-of-control computer program (and its fascination with the colonisation of Allied minds by Hitler, to boot). It sometimes seems like television forged in the crucible of our future, all of our fates enclosed within its burning frames.