Let us look at BOOJUM!'s most recent post about Doctor Who. I was concentrating on the lesser-known monsters whilst avoiding the rather - er - more rubbish ones, and keeping clear of the better-known-if-not famous ones.
What Goes Around -
- comes around. A truism, yes, but nonetheless quite applicable. Quite what a costume designer or a props person imagines as being UTTERLY TERRIFYING often end up as being of a mild frissonance to us watchers, if not actually laughable. I give you the Atlanteans:
Special effects courtesy Spaghetti Hoops |
The Slyther
Ah, what lengths an author will go to create a monster discernible from all others, eh? The length in this case being exactly 0.6657 millimetres long.
This little rascal featured briefly in "Dalek Invasion of Earth", as the Dalek commandant's pet, whom he gave full run of the prison camps after dark. The terrifying Slyther would attack on sight and kill remorselessly.
Our heroes beat it to death with a couple of rocks, however, so either they got lucky or the camp residents lacked knowledge of the simplest weapon known to man.
Or - they died laughing |
Conrad has to diverge from the contemporary attitude expressed about the Bertie-Bassett looky-likey monster in this series. Here we have the villain:
Villain on the LEFT, thank you! |
Well excuse me! I happen to feel that the inanimate becoming animate is extremely scary. Not only that, this is a collation of confectionery* come to life - MURDEROUS life, if it comes to that. What you might feel affection for when it arrives in a small plastic bag becomes akin to something out of H P Lovecraft when it walks on two legs and talks.
The Sea Devils
These characters are distant cousins of the Silurians, so one can expect a certain degree of reptilian hideousness about them. What one does not expect is a cast of monsters descended from two wildly divergent species. Behold:
The Parrot-Pig! |
Comedian Being Dramatic
As any critic can tell you, from conflict comes drama, as does also Peter Kay trying to prove the old adage that, inside every clown is a Hamlet except in this case it's more like a 3-inch cigar than a tragic protagonist.
Apparently no make-up was required. |
Out, Vile Jelly!
I Know we are used to seeing the Daleks clad in carborundum armour, mobile pepperpots that they are - but what happens when they go naturist? There is an allusion to this in one of the Peter Davisons series, but we can view this essential matter a whole iteration earlier. Behold the Doctor beating off an attack of chicken batter!
Terrifying! Okay, scary. Okay, an actor delivering The Method |
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