The Sensorites. Poor old The Sensorites. Written by a screenwriter with little experience of television, directed by a BBC veteran who had been brought in to Doctor Who to stop the ‘pushy Jewish bird’ from getting too dangerously modern, at least two episodes too long even before the commission had run through the typewriter. Adrift in a wash of uncompromising historical escapades, kaleidoscopic hurtles across alien planets, and needless to say the actual bloody Daleks, it was the odd one out in Doctor Who‘s first rush of success even back when it was first transmitted. Gnarly aliens with an aversion to anything above William Hartnell saying ‘eh?’ at a moderate volume and who turned out to be not the actual actual villains after all were not going to cut it when all the kids wanted their very own Dalek Cutta-Mastic for Christmas.
Nobody ever said The Sensorites was their favourite story. Nobody even really much cared about it, to the extent that it’s quite probable that more people have read the actually rather good novelisation than bothered to watch the original serial; which, as is so often wearily attested, sat there as bold as brass on the archive shelves while Marco Polo and The Macra Terror were stamped on by an elephant and burned on a special bonfire. In fact its sheer apathetic availability just made it seem more unappealing still. Never mind that it played host to one of early Doctor Who‘s greatest mysteries – the identity of the hopelessly obscure writer Peter R. Newman – as nobody even bothered trying to solve that until Toby Hadoke and company did only a couple of years back. And even then probably only as a way of attracting a bit more interest in one of the DVD releases that had, tellingly, been left to the very end of the schedule.
I’ve long had a theory – and I’m probably not alone on this – that nobody has ever actually seen the end of The Sensorites. Or at least if they have, then they will have no tangible or worthwhile memories of having done so. That’s not necessarily said out of any disrespect to the last episode, which could actually be pretty good for all anyone really knows, it’s just that the journey there is so mind-numbingly disinteresting that you couldn’t really blame anyone for giving up, falling asleep, or simply having so little enthusiasm left that they can’t even remember which episode they’re on and end up skipping to The Reign Of Terror in frustration. I’ve watched The Sensorites three or four times now – see, I can’t even tell you that for certain – for varying reasons, and each time I’ve either had to look up a synopsis online in order to work out which episode I was on, or else confidently started the one I thought that I was up to until realising a good third of the way in that I’d only just watched it. And if you think I’m being harsh there, I’m really not. I love the whole story behind The Sensorites, which is inadvertently as vivid a snapshot of the push and pull between ‘new’ and ‘old’ BBC at a time of massive change as you’re likely to find. It’s just when it comes to actually having to watch it that I start to have problems.
Recently, I’ve had reason to watch The Sensorites again, and resolved that this time I would remember exactly where I was up to throughout, or else at least get enough material out of failing to do so to be able to put together a halfway decent article. I think you can probably guess by now how it turned out.
Episode One of The Sensorites starts brilliantly with a great extended scene featuring The Doctor, Ian, Barbara and Susan discussing their recent adventures and speculating on where the future will take them. There’s a compellingly eerie atmosphere as they find themselves on board a spaceship where everything is definitely not quite as it should be, which continues right up until the genuinely creepy cliffhanger. Unfortunately this also comes accompanied by an interminable subplot about how Susan was trying to get behind a door but has now ended up behind a different door or something, but even that wasn’t enough to mar proceedings. It’s a strong first episode, and to be honest there are a lot of stories in the black and white era with a much more impressive first episode than what follows. So have we all been too harsh previously?
Well, Episode Two isn’t bad, but it’s also basically twenty five minutes of discussion over whether they should communicate with The Sensorites or not. By the third episode, I’m starting to think of A Horse With No Name by America instead of The Sensorites, which can hardly exactly be a good sign. Nothing much happens in that, to be honest, and it’s at this point that I genuinely lose count. Having been tweeting my efforts, I can at least quickly check and find out that I’m on Episode Four, but that isn’t much of an improvement really, and also Jacqueline Hill had gone off on a fortnight’s holiday so there aren’t even any close-ups of Barbara to hold my attention.
Barbara is also unforgivably absent in Episode Five, which appears to just be an endless loop of people reiterating the exact same plot points to each other; at one point, The Doctor is actually literally asked if he has a further plot point to add, and responds “no”. Adding insult to injury, one of the things that they discuss at inexcusably tedious length is that Barbara will soon be returning to proceedings. Except she doesn’t in this episode. Go and jump in a bin, Peter R. Newman.
So, Episode Six. Not even The Time Lords came this far. We should go. We should really, really go. For all anyone knows, even the production team might have given up by that point, and it could just be a whole episode’s worth of Ray Cusick tap-dancing. Fortunately, it turns out to be a nice, brisk and relatively action-packed affair, with all of those plot points addressed and resolved (well, they’d have had a nerve if they didn’t), and some neat stuff about Susan reading people’s minds. I’d be very interested to know what she found in Barbara’s. Even so, while The Reign Of Terror isn’t exactly the paciest example of television even by the standards of the early sixties, it’s almost Crazy Like A Fox compared to Episodes Two to Four of The Sensorites.
So, there you have it. The first and the last episode of The Sensorites are actually rather good. It’s just that there’s little reasonable excuse for much of what comes between them. Something that Doctor Who would often suffer from, if we’re being honest about it, but never quite on this scale. Until Rings Of Akhaten, at any rate.
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You can find an extended version of There’s Not An Ounce Of Curiosity In Me! – and a lot more about black and white Doctor Who, some of it previously unpublished – in my book Can’t Help Thinking About Me, a collection of columns and features with a personal twist. Can’t Help Thinking About Me is available in paperback here or from the Kindle Store here.
All We Do Is Stand Around is a feature on my attempts to sit through the similarly neglected sixties Doctor Who story The Space Museum, and its bizarre conceptual links to a psychedelia-discovering Donovan, which you can find here.
I made a guest appearance on The Zeitgest Tapes, the show where politics and pop culture collide, to talk to hosts Emma Burnell and Steve Fielding about some of the more contentious aspects of Doctor Who, including that very first series and its supposedly ‘problematic’ treatment of women, race and Creatures From The Lake Of Mutations. I don’t mention The Sensorites though. You can hear The Zeitgeist Tapes: Dr. Pod here.
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