"The Interstellar Song Contest"

Although I have no strong feelings against it, I have never been that interested in the Eurovision Song Contest – in fact the strongest feelings that I've ever harboured against it, is when it has caused Doctor Who to be postponed for a week! So here, for the first time, we have Doctor Who being broadcast on the same day as Eurovision and, indeed, acting as its lead-in. There is a degree of embarrassment in some quarters, when it's announced that Doctor Who is incorporating contemporary popular culture, and yet, in my opinion, the programme has always done so very well. Nevertheless I was expecting a fun, throwaway story as a palate cleanser before the finale, so I was pleasantly surprised to find something more. The script by Juno Dawson has a straightforward plot, very well executed, but she concentrates on how this seemingly superficial event is often used as a political tool - in recent years, two of the most sensitive and controversial issues have been brought to the fore in Eurovision. Here, its Interstellar descendant is hijacked in a more direct way. Demonisation of ethnic groups and corporate greed are explored without darkening the story too much. I am not in Juno Dawson's target audiences, but my first exposure to her work has left me very interested in reading more of her work.

Characterisation is functional, but a very talented guest cast make the most of their roles. The main adversary is vividly brought to life by Freddie Fox, who channels his patrician charm into conveying the rage and pain of Kid. Miriam-Teak Lee portrays someone from a different background who has had to make radically different choices with great skill. The companion roles are filled by the brilliant Charlie Condou and Kadiff Kirwan (star of the hugely underrated Timewasters) as the Gabbastones. For me, Rylan Clark is just one of those famous face that I couldn't put a name to, so I just judged the performance, which was very good.

The script might be more concerned with the political hijacking of the Song Contest, but the production goes to extremely effective lengths to realise the OTT glitz and glamour. Ben A. Williams helms a pacy and exciting story. The production design is flawless. 4K is pretty much ubiquitous for prestige television, but it is rarely utilised to its full potential. Here, every pixel is used to emphasise the scale and vivid colours of the event. Then there is the music with Murray Gold excelling in capturing the cheesiness of the music. There are times when I think that "Dugga Doo" is the very pinnacle of his career.

The Doctor and Belinda are largely separated, which brings new depths to their characters. Belinda's sorrow over the apparent death of the Doctor and her helplessness at her stranding are very well conveyed by Varada. However, the Doctor fighting evil, whilst believing his companion to be dead is a formidable figure indeed. Every beat of this iteration of the Doctor is there, yet Ncuti makes it seem fresh. His torturing of Kid is one of those steps too far that the Doctor sometimes takes and we can see why even his allies are a bit scared of him.

However, mention must be made of the fact that the Doctor is not the only Time Lord. Making many fans choke on whatever they were eating, Carole Ann Ford makes a stunning surprise cameo. And then there's the revelation of Mrs Flood. Bigeneration happens again, and we are doubly introduced to the Rani, with the wonderful Archie Panjabi making her debut.

"The Interstellar Song Contest" is great fun and I eagerly look forward to the latest clash of the Time Lords.

NEXT: "Wish World"/"The Reality War"

"The Story & The Engine"

The issue of the Doctor's similarity to a human being of African descent has been addressed before, but it is explored more fully here than ever before, as we are taken to a place that is very rarely explored in mainstream Western art – the modern Africa. Nigeria has a special part in the broadcast history of the programme – it's continued popularity there led to the recovery of many precious early episodes. one of those influenced being the very talented Inua Ellams. Doctor Who has a wide variety of stories, but it is part of the Western storytelling tradition and, for the first time, we are taken out of that. The plot twists and turns in ways which seem strange, but wrap up, in the end. The victim becomes the villain, but is redeemed by choosing a different path, to journey to the point after the end of his original plan. Men create models and stories that become gods and engines.

The production is perfectly in tune with the concepts. The use of oral tradition is literally illustrated as being a growing, living thing, The title sequence becomes part of that tapestry and the Doctor's illustration is, in stark contrast, a 4K screening - as I have said, he is a black man, not a human being of African descent. Such is the richness of the concepts, the vibrancy of some images, it only occurs to the viewer later, that the vast majority of the story is in the main area of one barbershop. Makalla McPherson expertly weaves the thread together. Murray Gold is the only significant creative who is not of African descent, yet his themes are well-integrated, without ever seeming like a pastiche.

The small cast is perfect, with Sule Rimi offering a very human heart as Omo and Michelle Asante being regal and sympathetic as Abena. The main attraction is the return of Ariyon Bakare, who shows that he doesn't need to be made up as a lion to project authority.

The Doctor's comfort in this setting leads to a subtly different performance from Ncuti as the Doctor has more of an emotional stake in events than he usually does. Rwanda is very different from Nigeria, which adds to the pathos of the outsider being given a warm welcome. Belinda is given her own little story to make up for her lesser role in the main one, and Varada Sethu is outstanding. Of course there's the one shot cameo by, perhaps, Chris Chibnall's only truly great contribution to the mythos. Hopefully, there will be more.

Unlike any story before, "The Story & the Engine" rewards multiple viewings (or should that be tellings?) – as, indeed it is designed to do!

NEXT: "The Interstellar Song Contest"

"Lucky Day"

A week on from the sequel to "Midnight", we have a more spiritual successor, and not just to one story. An everyday man has an encounter with the Doctor as a child and becomes obsessed with finding him, accumulating a group of like minded individuals in his quest to find the Doctor's companion. Despite this being the same premise as "Love & Monsters", the result is very different. Instead of the fundamentally decent Elton Pope, we have the decidedly more malign Conrad Clark and this twists "Love & Monsters" into a decidedly unpleasant shape. Instead of the guilt that Elton feels in his search for Rose, Conrad's manipulation of Ruby is utterly cruel. Instead of finding love and friendship in his search, Conrad finds enablers who match him in malevolence, though definitely not intelligence. "The Well" didn't have the social commentary on groupthink that "Midnight" had, but this is delivered in spades here. Anyone with a condenser microphone and a smartphone can make a podcast and Conrad has weaponised his own resentment. One of the infuriating things about post-lockdown is the lack of nuance in public debate. Admitting that you were wrong is almost unheard of. Changing your mind means that your followers turn against you. Whether or not you know you're wrong becomes irrelevant. Pete McTighe wrote some of the best stories of the Chibnall era and his return is very welcome.  

As with "Dot and Bubble" all of this hinges on a very unpleasant character being brought to life by a skilled performance. Jonah Hauer-King is totally believable as someone who could charm a person into believing that they were a normal lovestruck young man, whilst being a toxic narcissist. The smirk that Conrad gives after he imagines losing subscribers after admitting the truth is perfect. However, the other prominent character is one that we are very familiar with and we have the very welcome return of Millie Gibson as Ruby. Despite the fact that you can buy whiskeys at the supermarket that are older than her, her maturity and charisma is astonishing. There is very little for Belinda to do here, but we are in good hands. Kate returns (with a seemingly very good friend) as we are given a UNIT story where the greatest threat is social media. As with Lindy in "Dot and Bubble", we have some context. Conrad clearly had a troubled childhood (we are shown a child being hit, for the first time) and the fact that he supports his mother can be seen as commenting either on how nuanced familial relationships are, or how toxic relationships can become normalised. Or possibly both.

Peter Hoar returns with a slick production that makes it look like Ruby is the lead in an X-Files type programme, with nods to the brilliant "73 Yards" from the previous season. Like that story and "Love & Monsters", this is low on Time Lords. However Ncuti Gatwa burns in his few scenes. There are no tears here, just kindness and cold fury.

Doctor Who again shows that its days of commenting on current human behaviour are not over. It is wrenching to see some of the very true-to-life behaviour on display. Yet such is the skill of the production, it remains highly watchable.

NEXT: "The Story and the Engine" 

"The Robot Revolution"

Doctor Who returns for its 20th year on air in the 21st Century with another bright and breezy opener. Whilst it's not as light as "Space Babies", the brightness of the design matches the broad strokes of the story. Russell T Davies again throws us directly into the life of an ordinary human being who is about to have their life turned upside down. The strange thing is that, were in not for RTD's name on the credits, one could be forgiven for thinking that this was straight out of the Moffat era. Timey-wimeyness is at the heart of the story with a near paradox being the crux of the twist near the end.

However, if one looks closer, this clearly builds on what Moffat added to the programme, whilst being still the work of RTD. There is a reason as to why we are given very little of Belinda as a regular human being, namely that she is not really built up as the companion at all. In the story, after setting up the initial premise, Belinda actually re-enters events in the middle. Usually, the Doctor enters a situation, identifies the enemy and has to win the trust of everyone else, including the new companion. Here, this has been done, with Belinda entering the story where the Doctor is helping the rebels, with the help of his new companion Sasha 55 (winningly played by Evelyn Miller).  Amusingly, this means that population already trust the Doctor, but not Belinda, by the time she enters. However, Sasha is tragically lost, meaning that Belinda has to step up. 

There is, however, more going on than setting up a season in a breezy fashion. RTD makes sure to address his worries about society – in this case,  the directions that gender politics might be headed. There is a lot that the story has to say about toxic masculinity and the fact that  Alan Budd might seem like a nice, sweet guy, emphasises how rampant misogyny can hide anywhere and his fate is both amusing and apt, reduced to his component gametes. Jonny Green makes Alan both chilling and sympathetic in an excellent performance.

Peter Hoar helms a very bold production. The look has hints of Tintin and Dan Dare and the defeat of the villain made me think of The Prisoner, for some reason. However, it has to be said, the effect of the disintegrator ray is chilling, dead cat or no dead cat. As Belinda is de-facto, rather than de jure as companion, she is more of a POV character than even Rose was in her début. Varada Sethu works wonders in the role making Belinda instantly likeable. The Doctor is very nearly peripheral, but Gatwa never lets the camera forget who the star is.

This new season starts with something that seems to distil the very essence of the programme into a very intoxicating dram.

NEXT: "Lux"

"The Legend of Ruby Sunday"/"Empire of Death"

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"

"Dot and Bubble"

"Dot and Bubble" is probably unique amongst Doctor Who stories, in that it's title is also the first line of dialogue uttered. We are sucked into Finetime a world that is recognisable as one extrapolated from trends in our own; from the moment of awakening, a person turns on social media and, in this case, is literally cut off from the real world in an virtual bubble. The individual is even told in which direction to walk and cannot do so unaided, perhaps a commentary on validation in the modern world. Into this social media cloud, the Doctor and Ruby arrive unannounced with a clear warning, yet the reaction is not what is expected.

The episode is reminiscent of Black Mirror, but to be fair Doctor Who has been doing Black Mirror for decades before Black Mirror itself – in Vengeance on Varos for one. However, the bright look and cheerful ambient sounds are immediately evocative of this type of futurism and, after his stellar debut last week, Dylan Holmes Williams continues to impress. The monsters who are devouring these drones are chilling, yet also slightly comical. Yet there is nothing comical about the way that a rogue dot can kill, in a scene that is suggestive of a brutal head-shot, whilst it clearly isn't one. Williams is excellent at shifting tones without incongruity.

As this is an easy week for both Ncuti and Millie, the main character is Lindy Pepper-Bean. Without an excellent performance by Callie Cooke, this deeply unlikable character would be unbearable to watch. Yet this character navigates us through her pastel world with her vapid friends, very successfully. A brief breath of fresh air is Ricky September, winningly played by Tom Rhys Harries. Despite being introduced as a futuristic TikTok star, dancing to the most annoying version of one of the most annoying songs ever recorded, his quiet rejection of the superficiality of Finetime makes one have hope – until his betrayal by Lindy. Lindy's character arc is not the usual one, as her growing knowledge and awareness doesn't make her a better person, but scrapes away the bubbly veneer to reveal the horrible person underneath.

Which leads us to the twist. Finetime is not just an idyllic playground for the rich, it's part of an experiment in social engineering that has some very disturbing undertones. There are hints, such as the lack of diversity in casting and Lindy not immediately realising the Doctor was the same person that she blocked. Even the production team make sure that the blue eyes that predominate are, more often than not, obviously contact lenses. Yet the first time the Doctor's appearance is a plot point, it's not in a historical story, but a futuristic one – a warning that it may not only be the good hopes and dreams that make it to the stars. These spoiled rich kids, obsessed with purity and complaining about the two hours of work that they have to do (in jobs that David Graeber would have had no hesitation in categorising) are loathsome – yet RTD does not say that this should completely condemn them. They are a product of their society and cannot be wholly blamed for its values, although Lindy clearly has other ways to be unpleasant.

However Davies does not forget that, although the Doctor is a black man, he is not a human being of African descent. As Time Lords can change sex and race, issues regarding a person's appearance will obviously not be as pronounced. The Doctor's reaction is not one of fury, triggered by centuries of oppression and marginalisation, but of exasperation that his favourite species can be so resolutely idiotic. Gatwa plays this perfectly and, whilst we may not care that these vacuous idiots are willingly sailing to their deaths, we can see, and appreciate that the Doctor does.

"Dot and Bubble" is a very powerful story that confirms Doctor Who's commitment to keeping one foot in familiar territory, whilst placing the other in the unknown.

NEXT: "Rogue"

"73 Yards"

When talking about certain Doctor Who stories, the phrase 'There has never been a story like...' often crops up. "73 Yards" is reminiscent of several of RTD's previous stories. The most obvious antecedent is "Turn Left", where the Doctor is removed from the equation and we see how the world in general (and the companion in particular) copes with that loss. There are also hints of his BBC series Years and Years in the decades-spanning timeline. Yet, it has to be said, that there has never been a story quite like "73 Yards".

Starting as the kind of disorienting rural horror that periodically trends in popular culture (I was reminded of the pretty dissimilar British film Enys Men) the story has Ruby dealing with the horror that has entered her life which, over time, becomes almost familiar, yet never loses its potency. What it does do is alienate her from her family, potential partners and her potential allies, exemplified by a

very clever use of the welcome return of Kate and UNIT. A crescendo is reached when she uses the presence to stop the ascendancy of a dangerous future prime-minister.

There are no easy explanations and much is left unsaid. You can make your own mind up as to why the Doctor disappeared – maybe he saw this salient timeline as the only way of stopping Roger ap Gwilliam? Maybe he was away having adventures of his own? The fact that there appear to be loose ends may actually work in the plot's favour – the apparition has fulfilled its purpose, but it may have developed purposes of its own. Doctor Who stories always provoke frenzied theorising, but I feel that this story will provoke volumes - for example, with its themes of alienation and an adversary who cannot be approached, is there a subtle reference to social distancing.

There are nice guest turns from the supporting cast, including the legendary Siân Phillips. Aneurin Barnard is low key, which makes him all the more effective in portraying an demonic demagogue. In his brief scenes, Ncuti Gatwa is as compelling as ever. However he is not the lead, this time. Whatever else this story is, in only her fifth episode, Millie Gibson puts in a tour de force performance, effortlessly representing Ruby from her late teens to her early forties, gradually accepting what can laughably be called her destiny. Davies's mastery of blending the everyday with the extraordinary is amplified to new levels by her performance, as she deals with the entity.

The entity. Doctor Who has often been described as scary, yet it is possible that there has never been a story scarier than "73 Yards". Sometimes the most unsettling things are simple, in conception – in this case, a woman whose face you can never see. The effect on people is instant, yet terrifying. Again, the difference between Carla the loving mother and Carla the dispassionate foster carer is chilling. Dylan Holmes Williams is masterly in his début for the programme, making something that would probably be too scary for children, were the number of scary scenes increased, and were it shown in a cinema. Yet in a television episode length it will be the cause of wholesome nightmares.

The true meaning of "73 Yards" may change in the coming weeks, but its status as a great story will not.

NEXT: "Dot and Bubble"

"Boom"

The new Russell T Davies era promises to be different from the first and it has very much fulfilled this promise. He has stamped his authorial authority on this season as he has never done before; except for one slot which he has reserved for his successor. The Steven Moffat episodes were always a highlight in the first RDT era so the first story the former showrunner has written in nearly 7 years is certainly an event.

There are some hallmarks of his style – the ridiculous, yet profound aphorisms ("Everywhere is a beach eventually") the hyper-compressed world-building, tying into the feeling that Moffat is building an enclave Whoniverse of his own (the church militant, Villengard and the holograms of the deceased, which recall the Data Ghosts from the Doctor's adventures in The Library). There is commentary on war, on those that profit by it and the pros and cons of faith. Yet this is anchored by a plot that is simplicity itself – the Doctor is standing on a landmine and has to deactivate it.

Moffat has his own views on who the Doctor is and here we are shown that in the most basic form – the Doctor can solve a crisis standing on one leg. The lines that Moffat writes could have been said by any Doctor, yet Gatwa takes it to another level, showing compassion, fire, authority and humour, with a touch of Kigali patois gilding the Hibernian lily. Millie Gibson complements this powerhouse performance perfectly. The guest cast is small, but impressive, nontheless. Joe Anderson's character is fractured, as of necessity, but the charisma of the character links it all together. However, Oswinning our hearts is the very wonderful début of Varada Sethu and it's good that we shall be seeing more of her. Director Julie Anne Robinson makes this bottle episode a wide-screen visual feast, without losing sight of the eyeball-to-eyeball tension.

Perhaps the only real criticism is that the twist is a bit obvious. But, like Robert Holmes before him, Moffat has crafted a tale that has the quality of his past stories, without seeming like a throwback. Like "Kerblam!" before it, it seems that onomatopoeic explosive titles might be a winner...

NEXT: "73 Yards"

"Space Babies"

If there was any type of story that would be made in the event of  a stereotypical Disney takeover of Doctor Who, it would be one about space babies. What better way to make a family show more kid-friendly than by having the vast majority of the guest cast be talking babies? It does appear that this opening story is a bit too cutesy for its own good which, combined with certain plot points – the constitution of the monster of the week, the propulsion of the space station – seems to indicate that Doctor Who is heading into a more juvenile direction.

However, beneath the juvenile veneer there is some very clever use of the concepts. Digs are made at the recent backsliding in reproductive rights in America, the ethics of commercial interests in healthcare. The production is incredibly detailed, with expansive sets, moody lighting and little details such as the baby scribbles on the walls. The Bogeyman has a perfect blend of the Slitheen's ridiculousness, combined with sinister touches of the Alien and Shin Godzilla. It has to be said, however, that putting CGI lip movements on real babies has never been convincing. With so many of the supporting cast being unable to read their own lines, it is left to the incredibly versatile Golda Rosheuvel to give a great little performance as the nanny. Millie Gibson continues to delight as Ruby, but it is our leading man who transfixes us. It hits the viewer immediately that dialogue about genocide packs an extra punch when delivered by someone with Gatwa's background and the deftness of the writing and the skilfulness of the performance sell this 100%. Director Julie Anne Robinson keeps the sense of fun, whilst maintaining an aura of unease, a very tricky balance that is in line with the tightrope walk of a story that is teetering on the edge of bathos.

RTD has often said that The Ark in Space is his favourite Doctor Who story and, only a few months on from "Wild Blue Yonder", he does another take on it. Yet such is his skill in using the same frame to paint a different picture, that this is all but forgotten. Silly and lightweight on the surface, "Space Babies" has a good deal more to offer. Whilst it is a tale of talking babies, snot-monsters and farting space stations it is a very well-told tale of talking babies, snot-monsters and farting space stations!

NEXT: "The Devil's Chord"

"The Giggle"

Chris Chibnall's swansong for the programme was made to celebrate the BBC's centenary, and, at the close of Doctor Who's 60th Anniversary trilogy, we are taken to the birth of television itself, two years after the founding of the Corporation. John Logie Baird was an inventor that seems too wacky to be anything but fictional – and yet, look him up! Baird's natural eccentricity is a perfect fit for this story, as is Stooky Bill. As a puppet became the first face on television, we learn that there was more than one puppet master. Russell T Davies has tried to capture the zeitgeist several times before, but nowhere has he succeeded more than in this story. A century after Stooky Bill's debut, humanity is tearing itself apart because everyone is convinced that they are 100% right, heeding only the echo chambers that mass media has provided. Our imagination has to do very little work to see a world where people demonise those who hold views opposed to their own, where the notion of a left-winger and a right winger being friends seems like something from a bygone fantasy age. Even Trinity Wells seems to have made the leap from MSNBC to Fox News!

The nods to the past are not as crowd-pleasing as in past celebrations, but we have the return of an awesome adversary almost from the dawn of the programme itself. The Toymaker is reborn in the incredibly charismatic form of Neil Patrick Harris, whose playful prestidigitation, juggling and dancing can be undercut with a chilling glower. We are left in no doubt that he is omnipotent within his domain and he has overcome the Guardians and even perhaps God in his gameplay.

The very talented Chanya Button brings all of this magnificently to life, whether it be the Hollywood blockbuster level UNIT base to the jaw-dropping "Spice Up Your Life" section. Catherine Tate's performance is incredibly skilful – selling the unease of the Stooky Sue sequence, before the sharpest tongue in Chiswick counter-attacks. Kate is back and such is the instant rapport, that we forget that she has never shared a scene with that particular Doctor. Also returning is Mel. Aeons ago, I said that Bonnie Langford didn't agree with me, due to irritation, rather than incompetence. It's strange what a few decades can do. Mel is still buzzing with energy and facts, but it is so much more easy to take from Bonnie in her 50s and it is truly joyful having her back. The regulars are having a ball running the show and David Tennant rules the roost – until something rather unexpected happens. The Toymaker insists that each game has to be played by a different Doctor; First, Fourteenth – and Fifteenth. As the fantastic rules of the Toymaker's realm still apply, we have the first ever bi-generation and the coming of the new Doctor without the death of the old one. Ncuti Gatwa is born to play the role and commands the screen from the moment his head pops out. If the final test being a game of catch loses something of the challenge, the concept of the Toymaker being beaten in the most primal game is very satisfying as a concept – before the games got more complicated, now they become simpler.

We are, therefore left with two Doctors permanently, it seems, but with a purpose. The Doctor has earned a rest, but must always move on. Now, he can do both and, whilst a beloved face sits down to relax with his family, a new one launches itself, smiling at the cosmos...

NEXT: "The Church on Ruby Road

"Wild Blue Yonder"

 The second special is free of the burden of the fanfare and finale, which leaves it with the purpose of telling a good story. We are eased into this by a light-hearted opening, where the TARDIS lands with a newfound violence that seems par for the course, together with the tendency to set the control to "famous". Here we have Isaac Newton and the apocryphal discovery of the weakest fundamental interaction that desperately needs a gegorable nage. We are, of course, used to these romps around creation with the DoctorDonna, but, on only his second outing in his second term RTD is determined to give us something truly memorable, in a deceptively simple tale of the Doctor and his companion alone in a mystery situation. The story elements are nothing particularly new, with immediate similarities being evident to The Ark in Space and "Midnight". Coincidentally, I was reading a Stanisław Lem book at the time (the hilarious Cyberiad) so my mind was also drawn to Solaris. Despite this, we have a story subtly different to anything else previously broadcast with a script by Russell T Davies that continues to impress with fresh nuances after new viewings. The scenes between the Doctor and Donna flow so naturally that it's easy to forget the skill in creating the dialogue. In this story, set at the boundary of creation, character is key and character is used to astonishing effect. 'A man is the sum of his memories' someone once said, but this story proves that there is more. The metathoughts are where the soul is, beautifully brought to life by the Donnas different ways of telling of their Southampton origins.

The very talented Tom Kingsley makes a strong début for the programme, dynamically using confined and extended spaces with precision. There was no need for the sets to be much more spacious that those for The Ark in Space yet the extra scale is very welcome. Moreover, the clinical white of the interior contrasts with the blackness of space, very reminiscent of 2001 (incidentally, the alarm sound from the Discovery pod makes an appearance again, as it did in "The Waters of Mars". The practical and digital effects give the NotDoctorDonna's attempts to correct their shape the requisite elements of ridiculousness and unease. This would all, however, come to nothing the without four astonishing performances by the two leads. Tennant and Tate could do this type of interaction in their sleep, but the fact that they go the extra mile is gives us astonishing results. Their performances are the meat of the story, but there is one other actor who must be mentioned. I was not expecting to see Wilf ever again, and the final performance of one of our most beloved actors was a joy to behold.

"The Star Beast" was a Davies romp that proved to be as good as the best Chibnall era stories, but here, we have an episode that effortlessly outclasses any Doctor Who story broadcast between 2018 and 2022. Funny, scary, tightly shot and impeccably acted – what more could you wish for?

NEXT: "The Giggle"

"The Star Beast"

The brief era of the new Doctor with an old face begins with a surprisingly low-key romp, despite it being the first special to celebrate the 60th Anniversary of the programme.. However, low-key doesn't mean low-stakes. This story looks back to the past in adapting a 43 year-old comic strip from Doctor Who Magazine. I have never been a regular buyer of the magazine, but Beep the Meep is one of those characters that is popular enough to transcend these origins. However, it is not just the story, but the storyteller that is key in this episode and we have a seismic change in that department. Although it contained some very good episodes, it was clear that the programme had lost something in the Chris Chibnall area. I have written again and again that he is nowhere near the writer that his predecessors are. Now, one of those predecessors has returned and the thought occurs – am I blinded by nostalgia, and willing to forgive faults that I would hold against Chibnall? After watching "The Star Beast", the answer is a clear and resounding "no". The strip is adapted with a deft hand, with the polished dialogue that has become very rare in the past 5 years, with musings about a gigantic sausage roll having more emotional impact that many weightier dialogue scenes scripted by Chibnall. The something that was missing was in the nuts-and-bolts writing, consistency and vibrancy of characterisation and incorporation of themes successfully into the plot.

I raved about how excellent David Tennant was at the time and, although I believe that Peter Capaldi is definitely at least his equal, I would not argue with anyone who still calls Tennant the best. He slips back effortlessly into the role, so much so that is futile to compare the Fourteenth Doctor with the Tenth – it's the same Time Lord after all. It is a true joy to see him climbing on the sets and dashing at speed around the TARDIS again, like it hadn't been 18 years since he first did so. Returning to great success is one of the all-time great companions, challenged since only by the wonderful Ms Potts. The temp from Chiswick is older, with more responsibilities, but is still the same, brilliantly shown by the DoctorDonna being more Donna than ever. Bernard Cribbins is much missed, but Jacqueline King is back with a vengeance. The key new character is Rose, brilliantly brought to life by Yasmin Finney. The theme of gender suffuses the episode and the first trans character played by a trans actor is addressed full on. It is laid on a bit thick at times, but the fact that, in recent times, the most marginalised group in the LGBTQ+ community has been under attack from all areas, means that perhaps it needs to be laid on thick.

We have a new UNIT scientific adviser in Ruth Madeley's sparky Shirley Bingham and in the alien camp, the (understandably) cartoon-like Wrarth are very vibrantly bought to life. The titular beast is voiced by the legendary Miriam Margolyes who gives the cutest psychopath in the Whoniverse real bite. Despite the return of his predecessor as showrunner, it is Steven Moffat stalwart Rachel Talalay who helms this colourful and spectacular story. It's no secret that the involvement of Disney has meant a cash-injection the like of which Doctor who has never seen. Before this, Doctor Who managed miracles on its budget, and it's only occasionally that the increased budget shows - that is, until we see the new TARDIS set, which makes its 21st Century predecessors look like their 20th Century four bears.

There were always differences in quality regarding stories, when it came to their sequencing."Partners in Crime", good though it is, is necessarily lesser than "Turn Left". However, there are very very few stories in the past few years that are of the same quality as this utterly joyous opener. Mr T Davies, I welcome you back with open arms!

NEXT: "Wild Blue Yonder"