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Getting Our History and Future Back: Some Thoughts on THAT Doctor Who news


It was TV’s razing of Alexandria – the BBC, in order to save money, decided that it would be a smart idea to wipe the masters of Doctor Who and Dad’s Army and Z-Cars. Logistically it makes a sort of sense – this was an age before VCRs and DVDs and MP4s, and TV was ephemeral, made to be viewed once and once only. Culturally, however, it was a crime.

It’sDoctor Who – analysed, examined, collated Doctor Who – where this loss is most keenly felt. We don’t have landmarks like William Hartnell’s last story, or the first appearance of Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, or most of Patrick Troughton’s run. There’s a 106 episode hole where the sixties should be.

That changed at midnight, officially at least: nine of those missing episodes have been found in Nigeria. It’s the great birthday surprise of the 50th anniversary, and it will be celebrated as a restoration of the show’s history, but it’s not that simple.

Among fandom the show’s core texts are known as the canon, but it’s a pre-Council of Trent canon where no-one’s entirely sure what counts. And, because so much is missing, received wisdom takes hold. Stories that haven’t been seen since older fans were watching grainy black and white broadcasts at the age of seven are known as classics because of a single memorable image, or because the novelisation made it into a lot of libraries, or because an actor cites it as a favourite.

This means that fan wisdom is mutable – stories are downgraded from classic status as various fans mature or lose their influence, or, in rare instances, when a lost story is found again. Everyone held up ‘Tomb of the Cybermen’ as the awesomest thing ever until it showed up in Hong Kong and everyone got to watch it. Now the perception is very different.

So the discovery of ‘Web of Fear’ and ‘The Enemy of the World’ doesn’t just restore the show’s past, it helps secure its future. Doctor Who has a fantastic tradition of fan involvement and so the community, both the people making the show and those watching it, are going to be all over this; I already suspect the production team knew what was happening, based on a least one recent story decision. This discovery doesn’t lock history down or preserve it in amber; instead it’s going to inspire debate and discussion and arguments, blog posts and cosplay. We’re going to see nine new episodes, effectively; we thought we had them pegged but now we get to see them with new eyes.

It also gives hope that there are more discoveries still to be made. After all, yesterday there were 106 missing episodes; now we’re down to double digits. It may be overly optimistic to expect more, but Doctor Who has a weird habit of defying the odds.

So happy anniversary, everyone; now let’s get ready to enjoy Yeti in the Underground again.

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Happy Birthday Patrick Troughton

Today is the birthday of Patrick Troughton. Known for his roles in The Omen, The Clash of the Titans and The Box of Delights, he’s probably best remembered for playing the Second Doctor in one of this blog’s obsessions, Doctor Who.

Troughton’s contribution to the show is immense – effectively he’s one of the key elements that have allowed it to survive for nearly 50 years. Back in 1966, the idea of writing out the show’s lead actor by transforming him into another incarnation of the same character wasn’t the taken-for-granted aspect of the mythos it is today. Losing William Hartnell was a risk that could have brought the whole thing crashing down.

Fortunately, casting Troughton turned out to be a fantastic move. His portrayal won over viewers and established the idea of regeneration – in effect, giving Doctor Who tacit permission to reinvent itself whenever necessary.

Troughton’s Doctor is more of an enigma than any of the others. He’s the clown, the trickster, a genius inspired by Charlie Chaplin, but there’s more to it than performance, direction and script-writing – BBC policy back in the day was to wipe old footage, meaning that the majority of Troughton’s run is missing, with only brief clips and still photos giving much indication of how the episodes actually looked and felt. The Second Doctor’s era is a mystery, opinions on it changing with every new bit of information – the story ‘The Tomb of the Cybermen’ was considered a lost classic until it resurfaced in Hong Kong, whereupon its reputation took a bit of a fall. The era is liminal, mercurial.

And yet despite this – possibly because of it – the Second Doctor is beloved. Later Doctors Peter Davison, Colin Baker and Matt Smith claim him as their favourite predecessor. It’s easy to see why – he’s loveable and funny, and while he played up the comedy and the clumsiness, there was always the darker suggestion that it was at least partly an act, that all the bumbling concealed an ultra-competent hero (at best), a dangerous schemer at worst.

His legacy is ensured, not just in its own right but in the way his influence is felt in the performance of his successors, Matt Smith in particular. And, when I was first getting into Doctor Who, reading the novelisations and watching episodes like ‘The Five Doctors’ and ‘The Three Doctors’, it was easy to love Troughton, the funny impish one standing alongside his more imperious colleagues. The power of that is such that, even though it’s likely we’ll never recover most of his episodes, he’ll still be loved and respected.

Happy birthday Patrick.