All too soon, we come to the end of the first season of this new/old era in an epic two-part finale. In evaluating the story, we must acknowledge the fact that this is, in fact two plotlines. Both are good, one more so than the other and the quality of the writer is shown in how these two are joined together.
The first concerns the return of one of the most iconic one-off villains of 20th Century Doctor Who. Moreover, the story that it is a sequel to, is a contender for my favourite ever Doctor Who story. Even before the reveal, one sentence intoned in that inimitable cadence is enough to inform us – Sutekh is back. The programme has taken a step into more fantastic realms and we are now squarely in the realm of Gods. Sutekh was always the most awesome adversary that the Doctor has faced, yet not the most powerful – until now. The mightiest of the Osirans has ridden the vortex and ascended to god-like status. Gabriel Woolf returns again and his sepulchral tones have the same effect as they did nearly half a century ago. The cosmic devastation promised in Pyramids of Mars is delivered with interest. However, the biggest criticism of the story as a whole is that Sutekh deserves a better send-off and the reset button is not as effective here as, say, in "Last of the Time Lords". It isn't a plot cheat, but it causes the most dissatisfaction with the story. I would like to think, however, that RTD reacts to the misunderstanding of the term deus ex machina and it's misapplication by fandom by expelling a god from the machine!
However, there is a second plot and the title of the first episode indicates that it isn't a secondary story. The mystery of Ruby's birth has been at the back of our minds since her début and, what glimpses we have had of her first day of life have been suffused in festive mystery, which reaches its pinnacle in the time window. We have a 3D extrapolation of a VHS tape, using future DNA records to enact in the present the secrets of the past. Yet the revelation is one of comforting normality – sometimes a mysterious cowled figure is just a frightened, crying young girl wearing a hood to keep out the snow. RTD had always celebrated the wonder of the ordinary life and Ruby is finally given one.
Jamie Donoughue is given the finale to début as director and he doesn't disappoint. The epic sweep of the Empire of Death and the intimacy of Ruby's meeting her birth mother are both expertly handled, with every mood in between. In particular, the fear factor. As with "73 Yards", this story is frightening in a way that is different from previous eras, in a very successful way. The sequence with the time window goes from spooky, to utterly chilling - Colonel Chidozie's fate in the first episode, with his ghostly voice blankly saying 'I am in Hell' is incredibly effective.
Every performance is excellently judged. Jemma Redgrave gives the best of a series of excellent performances. Kate is in awe of the Doctor and loves him, but is not above silently rebuking him for his complicity in Colonel Chidozie's death. Bonnie Langford delights again - it is only the voice that reminds us that the strong, assertive character of Mel is the same as one of the least beloved companions of 20th Century Doctor Who. The key supporting character is Susan Triad, played by the nominally deterministic Susan Twist in a low-key, yet very charismatic performance. Lenny Rush and Genesis Lynea do good work. I must give a special mention to Faye McKeever whose non-verbal reaction to the return of her lost child is fantastic.
It never ceases to astonish me that Millie Gibson is 19 years old, such has been the depth of her performances. I really look forward to any future appearances of the wonderful Ms Sunday. Ncuti Gatwa continues to astonish. He may have let go of his demons, but the Doctor still has his experience and his responsibilities. Displaying this, together with his joy, seems natural to our latest leading man and it has been truly exciting seeing this very fresh Doctor dominate the screen.
Despite some plot problems, the finale is in the hands of a wonderful writer who has crafted a truly memorable climax. We are left with a few mysteries, notably the mysterious Mrs Flood (and I, for one, am interested in the premiership of Roger ap Gwilliam. It may be a while before we get any answers. In the meantime - roll on Christmas!
NEXT: "Joy to the World"
