It IS culture.. dammit

Unless you’ve been stuck on Gallifrey for the last month, you’ll be aware that tonight sees the return of everyone’s favourite TV sci-fi character – if you can remember Tom Baker in the role, that is, and his scarf, and Leela *ahem* – Yup. Dr Who is back. There’s a great ‘then and now‘ feature in the Guardian’s Guide for those who know what I’m wittering on about. And Laura Barton has an equally amusing assessment of role of The Doctor’s companion “You can’t get away with a bit of totty on Doctor Who’s arm anymore.”

A couple of brief excerpts from the Guide feature, firstly on The Doctor himself –

In chronological order, then, we’ve had: William Hartnell (who played the Doctor as a harried academic), Patrick Troughton (a pratfall-prone tramp), Jon Pertwee (a flouncing dandy in frock-coat and frills), Tom Baker[no relation, unfortunately] (the nation’s official favourite; a brilliantly booming wag whose huge scarf and roaring eccentricity helped ratings top 16million), Peter Davison (a panting schoolboy), Colin Baker[no relation, fortunately] (a massive sod) and, finally, Sylvester McCoy (a lisping ninny whose profoundly irritating habit of suddenly BELLOWING for absolutely no REASON WHATSOEVER was at least partly responsible for the BBC tugging the chain after 26 years of dogged but ultimately quite silly service). Oh, and Paul McGann, whose sole outing makes him the George Lazenby of the Who franchise and therefore of no use to anyone at all.

And on the Tardis –

Now: Out go the wobbly fittings and plastic console: in come thrusting hydraulics, metal platforms, vein-like protrusions on the walls and what look like strange glowing bits of coral and bendy tubes that dangle from the ceiling like massive dreadlocks. The look? HR Giger meets Bob Marley. In a brain. In, like, another dimension. Maaaan.

heh heh heh… 7pm BBC1.