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| date = 2006-10-23
| author = Caitlin Moran 
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| categories = Torchwood
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You know, the purpose of ageing is to learn finally what you really are, underneath all the lies and denial and hope. And in the ageing I've done since Saturday, when I previewed the first episode of Torchwood (Sunday, BBC Three), and now, when I've seen the second episode, I think I have finally caught sight of my real self. Despite all my previous, self-deceiving faux-concerns over Torchwood's long-term dramatic viability, I must now admit that I am a simple woman. I think I really can sustain interest in a series, purely on the basis that Captain Jack Harkness is sexually charismatic, and runs around in period military outfits, flirting. It is enough. It is more than enough. Indeed, it is the point — Torchwood is purposefully post-watershed. To be fair, you don't have the second episode of your new series based on an alien who lives off human orgasmic energy unless you want your audience to have certain thoughts. To wit: Captain Jack Harkness being incredibly sexually charismatic is enough. "I met my first wife, a Creole, in the Carribean, where she went mad — and so I brought her to England." "Jamaica?"

"Yes, actually — I locked her in the tower with Grace Poole, and kept all knowledge of her from the wider community."

Ah, you've got to love a classic Mr Rochester gag. 

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