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| date = 2005-05-02
| author = Ian Johns
| pages = Times2, p. 27
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WAS ANYONE ever truly frightened by the monsters in Doctor Who (BBC One)? Even giving them names such as [[broadwcast:Planet of the Spiders|the Giant Spiders]] of Metebelis III didn't work when they still looked like something you'd get from the joke shop to scare your little sister. Yet the return of the Doctor's old foe, the Daleks, on. Saturday, was clearly a major television event — it doesn't get any bigger than having a Radio Times fold-out front cover.

In the end we got only one Dalek, the prize exhibit of a museum under the Utah salt plains in 2012 that housed the alien artefacts collected by a megalomaniac billionaire. Yet it was enough to wipe the goofy grin off the face of Christopher Eccleston's Doctor for most of the episode.

In the days when the Daleks were young and the Doctor's assistants wore kilts and woolly jumpers, these trundling fascist pepperpots were unconvincing usurpers of the universe. They avoided planets with uneven surfaces and had weaponry more suited to whipping up an omelette and unblocking a sink. They could also be persuaded easily to blow themselves up while shrieking "My vision is impaired. I cannot see" like some petulant robotic child. Perhaps the doctor they should most fear is the clinical psychologist Tanya Byron from Little Angels, although even she might struggle to "ignore the bad behaviour and praise the good".

All the Daleks' dubious design features were gleefully addressed by Robert Shearman's script for Saturday's story. So there were references to "space dustbins", the Dalek's sink plunger sucked someone to death, and there was no escape in running upstairs because it took to the air. No wonder the body count was alarmingly high.

Shearman also continued.to strike the right balance between the respect and renovation displayed by the series which has finally given Doctor Who some proper dialogue: let's face it, the only memorable line in the entire old series was "Ex-termi-nate! Ex-termi-nate!"

Our first view of the tinpot terror was as a shackled torture victim — the trailers should have said: "You'll believe a Dalek can cry". Soon, however, some DNA swiped from the Doctor's assistant, Rose, allowed it to regenerate and become as brightly burnished as a Tony Blair tan.

It was soon back to its old killing-spree ways while challenging the Doctor's own blind hatred ("You would make a good Dalek!") before the human DNA kicked in to give it an identity crisis. Inside its metal casing was a soul — well, more of a blancmange with tendrils and an eye.

After earlier episodes that have given us burping wheelie bins and flatulent aliens, I half-expected the Dalek to end up saying: "Ex-foliate! 'Ex-foliate!" Instead we got a surprisingly poignant story. And Eccleston's combination of blokiness and otherworldly intensity came into its own here, but I can still see why he's already decided to leave the show: Just look at the Daleks — you don't see them in any other line of work. 


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