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Who And A Half

December 7th, 2012 No comments

After I moved to my new office, I began the task of throwing out some twenty-odd years’ worth of files. Now, you might wonder whether it would have been a better idea to throw out the files before schlepping them upstairs. I’m right there with you, pal.

Anyhow, here are a couple of gems I rescued from a folder full of BBC/Lionheart sales flyers. First up is one for the “FIRST RUN” of the Doctor Who one-off spin-off K-9 and Company.

Like so many other Whovians of a certain age, I was totally in love with Sarah Jane Smith, but K-9 and Company is a test of steel for even the most devoted fan. (And if you’re wondering whether I’m exaggerating, let’s take a look at the opening titles.)

I also found this sales piece for the recently-unearthed Patrick Troughton story The Tomb of the Cybermen. (Note that it keeps referring to a singular “Cyberman.”)

What I love most about this is the explanatory text at the bottom.

The original Dr. Who series was developed by Terry Nation, creator of the Daleks and other villains of Dr. Who.

That would’ve been a real shock to Sydney Newman and Donald Wilson, who apparently only imagined that they created Doctor Who.

The “other villains” cited? Putting Davros aside–given that he’s a package deal with the Daleks–that pretty much leaves the Voord and the Kraals, neither of which is worth mentioning on a sales flyer.

Hell, Terry Nation didn’t even create the Cyberman.

Goodbye, Sarah Jane Smith

April 19th, 2011 No comments

For the second time in two months, tragedy struck square at the heart of Doctor Who fans old and new with today’s news that longtime companion Sarah Jane Smith, actress Elisabeth Sladen, has died.

It was just February that I found myself remarking how the late actor Nicholas Courtney, who played the Brigadier, was the heart and soul of Doctor Who. Sladen was arguably a very close second.

She first appeared as intrepid journalist Sarah Jane Smith in the 1973 serial The Time Warrior, alongside Jon Pertwee as the Third Doctor. And while she only remained a regular for a little more than three years, it’s obvious that I wasn’t the only one in love with her. She returned to the franchise again and again, first in the aborted spin-off K-9 and Company, then in the 20th anniversary special The Five Doctors. Her first appearance in nu-Who was in the 2006 David Tennant episode School Reunion, which led to a spin-off series entitled The Sarah Jane Adventures. Unfortunately, it appears that the fifth season of SJA will never be completed.

As was the case for many fans of a certain age, Sarah Jane Smith was my favorite of Doctor Who‘s companions. Pretty and plucky, she persevered through being cold and wet; hypnotized left, right and center; shot at; savaged by bug-eyed monsters; and never knowing if she was coming or going, or being.

I only saw Sladen in person once, at a 20th anniversary convention in Chicago, and never actually had a chance to speak to her. I wish that I had taken the time to stand in the autograph line.

Till we meet again, Sarah.

I Shouldn’t Have Eaten All Those Jelly Babies Before Bed

July 16th, 2010 No comments

It’s funny, but I rarely have dreams about all the sci-fi stuff that fills my head during the day. No galaxy-spanning epics for me. Instead, I have the bog-standard anxiety playlets about attending high school again (as an adult) and not being able to find my locker.

So I found it odd that I’ve had not one, but two Doctor Who dreams this week. A few nights ago, favored companion of fortysomething Whovians everywhere Sarah Jane Smith was traipsing through my head. Investigating a candy factory. I suspect that latter detail may have been due to my having seen a stage production of Willy Wonka a few weeks back.

Anyway, Sarah lost her footing and fell into a vat of molten chocolate, shades of Augustus Gloop. Of course, it was up to me to pull her out. And, since she was choking, what else could I do but suck the sweet, sticky stuff out of her mouth?

Honestly, I had no idea that would’ve been a thing for me.

It was certainly much better than those hundreds of variations of “I can’t find my classroom.”

However, last night I paid the price. Instead of confectionery┬ácompanions, I was visited by a flock of Weeping Angels, those clawed and fanged monsters that only move when you’re not looking at them.

They chased me around for a while, and not one of them offered to let me perform mouth-to-mouth.

Then, as I do from time to time, I kicked at one of them…and woke up, having booted one of my cats out of bed. (Sorry, buddy.)

This morning, not knowing my locker combination doesn’t seem so bad.