Wednesday, May 13, 2009
The best thing about the last three episodes of The Space Museum is that, eventually, the third one ends, and, thus, so does the story. Believe it or not, though, there's actually three things of note in this last episode!
First off, this is a bit of a coming out party for Vicki, who does her bit to help lead the revolution of the Xerons against the Moroks. Previous to this, she had more or less taken on the role of Susan's replacement, that of being taken in under The Doctor's wing and protected from anything that was happening around her. I legitimately don't mind her in this story - might she even be the best thing about it? Can Vicki be the best thing about any story? Is that possible?
Let's take a look at this revolution. The Xerons (who are made up entirely of young males - good luck with rebuilding your society, guys) have been subjugated, somehow, by a small group of Moroks for a good long while. Yet, from what we've seen of the Moroks, they are well past their prime, and are easily overtaken by anyone who actually confronts them during the course of the story. Even more baffling is that Tor proudly proclaims in Episode 2 that their planning is their greatest strength. What was their plan, exactly? To huddle in small storage rooms everywhere and hide from inept guards? If it was, then Tor was right - their planning is very strong indeed.
Once Vicki unlocks the armory for the Xerons, the bloodbath begins, as the Xerons, none of whom have fired weapons before, display remarkable accuracy in systematically tracking down and murdering each and every Morok on Xeros. This isn't banishment or expulsion. This is sheer genocide, and it's all gleefully endorsed by The Doctor and his friends (especially Vicki, who got the guns in the first place). Where were the Time Lords and their precious Article 7 law against genocide when all this happened?
Finally, this story seems to be just a four-part reason for The Doctor to acquire the Time-Space Visualizer at the Xerons' post-genocide yard sale so that he can watch dead presidents, playwrights, and pop groups from the comfort of his TARDIS sitting room. Bittorrents would have been easier, Doc.
Posted by Steven at 9:41 AM