An atmospheric start sees a terrified crew blighted by a sea-fairing legend of yore, the Siren. A sexy Ginger that descends upon any crewman with the slightest injury, lulls them into a febrile, hormone-festooned fever (perhaps not dissimilar to how one imagines real life) then knackers them out of existence with the slightest dainty touch.
Upon arrival the Doctor swings into action, not least because Rory gets himself a nasty cut, instantly making him a prime target. The clutz. A series of clashes and frights ensue as the masters of both vessels do their best to figure out what do about the threat of the verdant spectral demon.
A pirate ship proves fertile ground for some quality Who-banter, me hearties. However we’re gratefully spared any tired writing like ‘Me Hearties’ or lazy utterances of “Arrr”. Though we are treated to a plank-walking Doctor and an unlikely but effective sword-wielding Pond.
Despite the fast-paced and claustrophobic plot I was left feeling I wasn’t quite watching the same Doctor that I enjoyed in Astronaut and Moon.
He wasn’t in control nor as commanding a presence; too often a passenger until the all-important moment of realisation, which itself was abrupt.
As such the performance from Hugh Bonneville, playing Captain Henry Avery, was key. Charismatic with his substantial ‘beardyness’, we’re given characterisation of a man torn between his latent nobility and his corruption in the pursuit of wealth, a schism highlighted by his vulnerable stowaway son.
Indeed the amiable pairing of the Captain and the Doctor wasn’t without charm as it engendered two travellers on their own high seas with their own adventures, committed to those they are responsible for, whether they be a ragtag collection of unwashed pirates or a misfit married British couple.
The rapid-fire thrills and spills made for a decent watch however without much mention of the series mythology I fear The Curse of the Black Spot will be received as a filler, with fans keeping an eye on next week’s episode, The Doctor’s Wife by sci-fi legend Neil Gaiman.
Another grating point for the Who faithful may be the show’s perennial redshirt, Rory, facing death. Again. I shan’t spoil the outcome except to say he lives.
C’mon! The guy was erased from space/time then had an extended stint (roughly two millenia) as an ancient Roman toy soldier yet still pops up weekly. This wimp’s as tough as nails.
The weak turning point came from the Doctor, who suddenly decided that the Siren was intelligent and could be reasoned with. The subsequent reveal, that the Siren was actually an EMH from a spaceship lodged unseen within in the pirate ship (given an inter-dimensional rift) who was just doing her doctor’s rounds was, well, pushing the boat out a bit far?
The thrust of this plot has actually been seen before, taking a sizeable nod from “The Doctor Dances,” an Eccleston-era Moff-written episode that saw all the apparently doomed victims of an unseen WWII antagonist saved: “Just this once, everybody lives!”
If not entirely ship-shape, the episode leaves plenty to enjoy:
- The Siren, played by supermodel Lily Cole, sees the ‘Dr Who Hot Redhead Counter’ clock up again, a subject on which Kasterborous has some authority.
- The Doctor’s sartorial sensibilities; undaunted in the midst of a deadly panic he saw fit to don a freshly-available pirate’s hat, for apparently nothing more than the effect.
- “Alien Bogies!”, a low-brow Doctor line for the ages.
- Also, it’s always reassuring to see the Sonic Screwdriver work on a 17th century slide-bolt.
Maintaining a little of the series mythology, Amy is again given a fleeting glimpse of the eye-patched lady through the sliding hatch in her dreams. One gets the feeling that Amy’s under observation, undergoing a dastardly medical procedure; some clue as to the fate of her on/off pregnancy? Hell even the TARDIS can’t tell if she’s up the duff.
The only other mention was a flashback to the Doctor’s death in Utah, foreboding from Pond.
However perhaps The Curse of the Black Spot proves that Doctor Who doesn’t need to be so heavily-laden to be an enjoyable easy-going watch.