“Whatever blows can be sucked.”
Not The Creature From The Pit this time but a story which could be said, in American vernacular, both to ‘blow’ and to ‘suck’.
It’s Underworld – a production so maligned that even most of the sets refused to participate. A CSO mother lode in which Minyans are led by Minions, the proletariat dine on the very rock they mine and gravity does precisely whatever the hell it likes.
Meanwhile, Gwyneth Paltrow gets a drastic makeover, Mr Dors takes it lying down and Leela takes a fancy to a bit-part with a Rohypnol ray. Chuck in some deaf-blind guards, hordes of bored extras and some rather louche lift music and it really does feel like we’re descending to rock bottom.
So ‘the quest is the quest’ but will Jim and Martin see Underworld as a golden moment in Who mythology or will they end up feeling fleeced?
Listen in to find out.
“She tipped the ambassador into a pit and threw astrologers at him.”
Public Notice: Beware of low-flying Russell Grants.
What else could this be but 1979’s The Creature From The Pit?
It’s a somewhat green-tinged tale about an enormous slug who, despite being chucked down a pit and starved, still seems very pleased to see us. He shares the dank depths with Catweazle’s charlatan cousin but they’re soon joined by a somewhat over-stretched stuntman, a sweaty Doctor, a haughty Romana and a tin dog in the middle of an identity crisis.
Bad enough you might think but they also have to contend with a matriarch with magpie tendencies, Poundshop Fagin and his cronies and a conniving old crone. The addition of the whip-cracking Captain Camp and his homicidal sprouts just makes things even worse.
But did Jim and Martin fall for the Pit and its attendant charms or were they left green about the gills? Listen here to find out.
“Well now, it seems I have been here before.”
You have: Planet of Evil. Well… only up to a point.
Sure the red-outlined empty creatures from the id are here again but this time they have Tom Baker’s distinctive fizzog. As does the local equivalent of Mount Rushmore (although the DVD cover features someone else entirely, for some reason…).
cheap terrifying invisible monsters are causing a rumble in the jungle again, but this time they’re accompanied by sultry space savage turned stowaway, a shape-throwing shaman whose hat fits like a glove, a chieftain who’s just been Tango’d, and the campest IT support team ever seen. Throw in a computer with more voices than Rob Culshaw and you have one of the most bonkers bouillabaisses of the Baker era.
Martin reveals he’s a Horda hoarder and Jim displays a positively Luddite awareness of current technological thinking, but do they like The Face of Evil? Or do they turn their own, even more reviled countenances away in disgust?
Listen to find out…
“Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?”
Dunno. Have you watched The Golden Voyage of Sinbad?
Hurrah! It’s double helpings of Tom Baker in 1980’s Meglos, one bristlier and greener around the gills than the other.
It’s a saga of succulents, savants and power supplies wherein Romana is fondled by a bunch of flowers, K9 is assaulted by a bunch of light opera extras and the Doctor is plagued by a bunch of pricks.
Debate rages between the Wigs and the lunatic fringe and the poor man’s John Le Mesurier is caught dithering in the middle.
Will Meglos succeed? Is Brotadac’s anagram apposite? Will anyone remember any of this in the morning?
Listen in as Jim and Martin discuss … sorry… what were we talking about again…?
“Usually I only entertain friends in the TARDIS.”
Everyone off to the tinselled Type 40 then for some serious wassailing! Like all the best parties, we’ll no doubt end up clustered around the food machine.
Yes, it’s our snow-capped Christmas 2015 edition in which Jim and Martin cast their occuloid trackers over the 1975 Tom Baker space epic (Forbidden) Planet of Evil and then appraise – but not unanimously praise – the last four episodes of 2015’s Series 9, all under the influence of listener-brewed ale!
Many questions arise…
How much chest-hair should Morestran men of a certain age be revealing? Is a visit to Blackpool really that scary? And did Clara’s 479th tear-stained death leave the lads’ eyes as red as Sorenson’s?
Listen and find out!
“Dross and baubles!”
A three-word review of The Pirate Planet by the salty cyborg himself?
Perhaps. Not that there’s much in the way of baubles, except for a compact and bijou planet made entirely from sweetie wrappers.
But there are some monkish mentalists who need a decent kip, a dangerously incontinent tin budgie and a heaving metropolis of eight souls (or eleven if you include the cosmos’s crappiest granddad, his doe-eyed granddaughter and her trigger-happy intended).
Does some semblance of an intellect lie behind the Pirate Captain’s relentless ranting? What’s his kinky nurse-patient role-play all about? And could his garrison of gimp guards even hit a cow’s arse with a banjo?
Listen in as Jim and Martin ponder these questions while also wondering if walking the plank might be preferable to sitting through this again.
“You know, you’re a classic example of the inverse ratio between the size of the mouth and the size of the brain.”
No, the Doctor isn’t addressing your gentle hosts but Martin’s favouritest actor ever is on the receiving end.
It’s The Robots of Death – a tale of unwelcome bike reflectors, irresistible make-up and ludicrous millinery.
The Doctor and his mousy sidekick, Leela, are in a sand miner and in the frame for the mysterious marigold murders. But who’s behind the rubber-gloved death-dealing droids?
The exasperated Uvanov? The bellowing Borg? Surely not tottietastic Toos? Or might the face, voice and trousers of another crew member put him under suspicion? Just maybe?
Listen in to hear if Jim and Martin can get to the sub-stratum of this miner problem.