Doctor Who, Series 6- Episode 2: Day of the Moon

Originally written for top TV news and reviews website TV Pixie

If you tuned in on Saturday expecting any kind of resolution to the events of The Impossible Astronaut, chances are you were disappointed.

The episode didn’t even pick up where the series opener left off, choosing instead to skip forward three months.

Having waited a whole week to find out what happened next, this time-jump was more frustrating than sitting through all 17 hours of the Royal Wedding. So much so, in fact, that I was driven to some of the more esoteric speculative blogs at the end of the episode due to the sheer lack of closure. You know the ones I mean; full of people with usernames like TennantFanGurl1991 who think Amy is actually the TARDIS’s daughter and that River Song is actually a time travelling vicar/sex therapist because her name’s an anagram of ‘Rev Groins’ .

Talking about River Song, I have a theory about her identity: she’s actually Steven Moffat in drag. Think about it – they’re both massive teases, they keep dropping hints without actually telling you anything and both have really nice boobs. Ok, well, maybe not that last bit. But still…

Steven Moffat does have a tendency (first seen in ‘the Big Bang’) to set up a complex and dramatic situation only to diffuse it fairly swiftly with a deus ex machina reveal. There was a similar feel to the start of Day of the Moon, where the gang of companions are being pursued and apparently killed by Canton Everett and the Doctor, (played here by a late-stage Saddam Hussein)…

…is being imprisoned in an impenetrable casing of ‘dwarf star alloy’. Although, who knows where the hell that came from, given mankind hadn’t even reached the moon by that point. Maybe Lidl were doing one of their strange offers, they’re always flogging something random- I’m beginning to suspect they’re run by Apprentice candidates.

Anyway…despite the tense set up it’s all sorted out quite quickly. Canton’s actually on their side, the alloy was hiding an invisible TARDIS and the companions weren’t really dead, they were just having a nice lie down in a body bag. I think I’m just going to call Steven Moffat ‘Captain Anticlimax’ from now on (which incidentally, is also what his wife calls him).

Ok, it was exciting, but on the whole the opening set up didn’t really seem to add very much to the plot and the time it took up could perhaps have been used to explore some of the questions raised in The Impossible Astronaut, such as:

– Is the Doctor dead?
– How did the Silence’s time engine end up on James Corden’s roof in The Lodger?

And, more importantly…

– What’s wrong with Nixon’s nose?

However, despite having fewer conclusions than an essay copied from Wikipedia, the episode was still enjoyable and exciting to watch, even if you weren’t sure what the merry heck was going on. The concept of a menace that you forget when you’re not looking at it was inspired and follows on from similar themes of memory and reality that first raised their heads in Series 5, specifically the cracks in the Universe that erase people from existence. It’s also a similar trick to the one employed by the Weeping Angels, arguably the second most scary alien in the history of the series, and also invented by Moffat.

If this continues, the Daleks are really going to have to up their game to hang onto the top spot…perhaps they could all sing ‘Friday’ by Rebecca Black whenever they’re not directly in someone’s line of sight. Argh, actually, scratch that. It’s just too scary to contemplate.

The scene in the abandoned orphanage was genuinely chilling, and the idea of leaving recorded ‘reminder’ messages to yourself was a great one. In fact, the ongoing theme of forgetting is very relevant to our alcohol addicted generation. I could really have done with a flashing answer machine message on my hand telling me what the hell I got up to on Saturday night. More specifically- why I woke up handcuffed to a goat. Sorry, a shaved goat. Ok, fine: a vaseline-covered shaved goat wearing a policeman’s helmet.

There was just one thing about the orphanage scene that didn’t ring true: and that was why did the Silence live (or nest, or hang, or whatever it is they do) there? If they secretly control the world, shouldn’t they at least have a nice house – you know, with a widescreen telly n’ that?

Silly aliens.

And who was the woman with the eyepatch who peers through a hatch in the attic? It seemed utterly surreal, turning the episode into a David Lynch-esque experience but without the associated backwards talking midgets on unicycles (although they’re probably in it next week).

The biggest question, however, has to be who the hell is the kid, and why can she generate tramp-scaring levels of regeneration energy? Hopefully we won’t have to wait too long to find out, although it’ll probably take the entire series until we get the big reveal. Tsk.

On the whole, this inconclusive episode seemed like the beginning of a more serialised format for Doctor Who, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing as it means the writers have time to develop more complex and mysterious storylines. Also, if it turns into Eastenders in Space the Beeb could just get Dot Cotton to play the Silence. They’d save a fortune on their make up budget.

Wait, no, hang on: scratch that. It’s more like ‘Lost’ in Space than Eastenders, but without the fat guy or unexpected polar bears. The questions and mysteries raised will take a whole series to explain and, frankly, I’m not that patient. Could someone please hop in a TARDIS, pop to a future version of HMV and pick me up the box set please? Cheers.

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About Hilary Wardle
Hilary is a freelance journalist and copywriter who writes for a wide range of websites, magazines and newspapers, including Buzzfeed, MSN, The Poke, Chortle, the Guardian and the Independent. She specialises in arts and entertainment, comedy, video games and viral content. Contact her at Hilary3@gmail.com.

2 Responses to Doctor Who, Series 6- Episode 2: Day of the Moon

  1. GreatBigBadger says:

    You are the only person whose Who reviews I’ll ever read, partly because they come straight through my email, partly because IMHO they’re inspired writing, but mainly because they coincide so accurately with my thoughts that I’m seriously worried you may have been squatting in important parts of my cerebellum for weeks.

    • ladyribenaberet says:

      *rearranges some synapses* – now you like sprouts!!

      Ahem, but more seriously- thanks man! xxx

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