Sunday, 16 April 2023

The Power Of Kroll - Ranking: 206

   The Power Of Kroll

(Season 16, Dr 4 with Romana I, 23/12/1978-13/1/1979, producer: Graham Williams, script editor: Anthony Read, writer: Robert Holmes, director: Norman Stewart) 

''Hi there, I'm looking for the fifth key to time. You haven't seen anything...odd around here have you? People painted green, a giant squid several miles wide... Yeah we're probably in the right place then. A revolution? We could probably help you out with that too while we're here. Kind of 'squid pro quo' really when you think about it. Hey don’t poke me with that spear, that joke wasn’t that bad, you’re just green about my jokes…Oh, Sorry. Yes that was a bit insensitive now I think about it’. 

Ranking: 206



 


 Some Dr Who stories give you thoughtful philosophical conundrums to solve. Others give you a glimpse into how your life might be had something turned out differently and you’d been born on another world or in a different time. Some allow the writers to work out their fears anger and paranoia at events all the audience can understand through the lens of fiction. Others are emotional powerhouses of feeling and soul with the power to knock your socks off. Some are just gloriously entertaining bits of escapist telly. And then there’s ‘Power Of Kroll’, where lots of extras are painted green and hop from foot to foot chanting ‘Kroll!’ for what seems like hours, in a story about a fifty foot monsters with tentacles that’s really a scifi analogy for cultural appropriation. Yes that’s right, it’s basically  ‘Alias Squid and Jones’ – a Western in a swamp. There had never been anything quite like it in the series before. There’s anything quite like it ever again. 

Most fans are probably saying ‘thank goodness’ about now, as ‘Kroll’ doesn’t have the very highest reputation amongst fans. Though written by Who’s most prolific and in so many ways most popular classic series writer Robert Holmes, it’s become a byword for all the sorts of dodgy B-movie effects with literal little green men that’s come to represent Dr Who at its worst. The script turned out to be Holmes’ last for the show for five years (by far the longest between his debut with ‘The Krotons’ in 1968 and his death in 1986) and the general consensus is that it shows why he was probably right to take a breather from the programme as it’s the sort of thing you come up with when you’ve stayed up late at night staring at the typewriter for six weeks straight and you need to write something or risk losing your commission. It’s the age-old tale of a primitive tribe of people worshipping an alien creature as if it’s a long lost God, even though what it takes to be magic is really just science beyond their years, an idea that’s almost as old as science-fiction itself. There’s also an animal that’s near-enough harmless in our world turned into monster status by living on a different planet, just like all those old episodes about overgrown spiders/ants/wasps/maggots/cats.  The big differences this time are that it’s set round a swamp (unique for Who) and that the monster isn’t just Human-sized but five miles wide. No wonder the locals treat him with such reverence really – you would too if you were potential lunch. What with the sub-plots of colonialism (which is ‘Colony In Space’ all over again), racism (‘The Mutants’) and people double-crossing each other every five minutes (‘The Monster Of Peladon’) it’s hard not to see this story as all the bits of the weakest Pertwee stories that never quite worked, stuck together in a story that doesn’t quite work either.  Even Holmes himself considered this his weakest script, while fans generally take it as proof that even geniuses  (or at any rate a ‘wise and wonderful person’ as The Doctor half-gets Romana to call him in this story) can have off days.

There are, however, mitigating circumstances why Holmes might not have been at his best.  He was one of those writers who worked best when he had an open sandbox to work in and all the (reasonable) time in the universe to get his work done, so that he could tinker with his world-building and add layers of ideas with every draft. Holmes was never your typical seat-of-your-pants writer (which is why the role of script editor – basically problem patcher upper – wasn’t one he ever felt fully comfortable with, however good he was at it). ‘Kroll’ is by far and away his most rushed script: it was the last-minute replacement for another idea by ‘Get Carter’ creator Ted Lewis that fell through at the eleventh hour. Not for the usual reasons of budget, over-ambition or misreading the brief either:  ‘The Shield Of Zarak’ got further than most, with full outlines for a plot about an evil ‘Robin Hood’ type hailed as a hero (it’s working title ‘The Doppelgangers’ will show you where the plot was mostly headed). If nothing else it would have slotted in well with the ‘fairytale’ feel of the ‘Key To Time’ series, with it’s ‘Prisoner of Zenda’ homages and conmen selling planets. However Poor Ted, known in the industry for being such a quick and reliable writer, was going through hell the month he got his long-awaited Who commission: his wife left him, he sank into a great depression and turned to the bottle, falling into the twilight dimension where time stands still and deadlines and responsibilities cease to matter. He struggled on with his scripts, increasingly late, until concerned script-editor Anthony Read invited him into the office to have a ‘chat’ face to face about urgent revisions and saw, face to face, how much the poor chap was struggling. So he got sent home and Read leafed through his contact book for a writer who was free and reliable. Holmes, enjoying a holiday after the rigours of ‘Ribos’, was still loyal enough to ‘his’ old show that he took the call and agreed, even though it meant a quick turnaround and the limitations of a ‘being’ that needed to be a ‘key to time’. It was Read’s enthusiastic idea to provide ‘the biggest monster that’s ever been seen in Dr Who’ and even though, as a script editor himself, Holmes shook his head and said it couldn’t be done, he took to writing in his fifty foot squid and shoe-horning another ‘key’ into the plot in a way the other five season writers weren’t using.

Holmes had used all his ideas up, so fell back on ideas that he’d used before. Most notably in ‘The Krotons’ which by now was ten year’s old (back in the pre-video days when the only way of learning about past stories was to read the often very different Target novelisation or ask an elder relative with a good memory; both were fallible ways of finding out what they were actually really like). There are lots of similarities: a race of people in control of another, a big monster that ‘feeds’ on the few hapless people passed up as a sacrifice and Holmes’ greatest bee in his bonnet: the prejudiced idea that only ‘some’ people were worthy of decent education and that they weren’t worth teaching (in a way both these stories are attacks on public school education systems, although as practically everyone in the Dr Who office had one back in 1978 it’s left subtle). Just to add to that sense of déjà vu by coincidence Phillip Madoc ends up with a very similar shouty part – though not the one he was expecting to play (a mixup over contracts and industrial action meant the original dates meant that his initial offer to play Thawn was withdrawn and he was offered Fenner instead; Madoc – who hadn’t paid much attention to the character name – agreed in error, thinking it was the same part and only found out in rehearsals what a mistake he’d made). It says a lot about this story, though, that this is his one DW role where he looks like, well, Phillip Madoc rather than his unrecognisable stints as Eelek, The War Chief and Morbius).There’s even, would you believe, a similar fat joke (although rather than the Krotons making the atmosphere smell like ‘rotten eggs’ and the creation of stink bombs it’s a colony powered entirely by Kroll’s methane, which being a 5 mile wide squid is pretty gassy). You have to say that ‘Krotons’ wins on sheer charm and originality, while I’d personally take a talking spinning box with scary long arms and some sympathetic (if rather mature) students over a mute squid and green men in loincloths anyday, but that’s just me. I mean, it is still quite the spectacle and it’s good to have a ‘version’ that happens in bright colour (95% of it green if I’m honest).   

So what goes wrong exactly? Is it the squid itself? Well, the usual story goes that Holmes was doomed from the start trying to create such a mahoosive monster on a 1970s Dr Who budget, but actually Kroll him/her/it(?)self is one of the story’s big successes. I mean, yes it could look a lot better as there’s a massive line across the screen almost as big as the squid that rather gives away the fact we’re looking at a model shot super-imposed on live action rather than something that’s ‘really’ happening (the cause is an unfortunate bit of miscommunication: the cameraman, not used to working with models, sought advice from his elders on how to do the shots and they assumed he was talking about two live action shots, traditionally done by masking out part of the camera and joining the dots together; actually the intention was always to link the two in post-production, not least because they were filmed against different backgrounds of ‘real swamp’ and ‘fake sky’ so had to be edited together specially anyway). However ignore all that and Kroll itself is a thing of beauty: it’s impressively squidlike yet also very much in keeping with Dr Who monsters, while it doesn’t necessarily look like a fake model (if you squint: it certainly moves a lot more convincingly than, say, a giant spider or wasp and still seems impressively large – it was, after all, twelve feet high even as a ‘model’. You get a lot of squid for your quid in whatever way you look at it). Together with the sound effects and the unpredictability of who it’s going to eat and when it’s pretty convincing as period monsters go – perhaps the one part of the whole ‘key to time’ season that didn’t necessarily have the production team looking over their shoulder at Star Wars’ big Hollywood effects green with envy.

Talking of green, the poor extras do look kind of daft. Nobody seems to remember who suggested the swampies should be green: it makes some sort of sense on paper given that they’re swamp creatures, with perhaps folk memories of the ‘green children of woolpit’, almost-Human looking infants with a green tinge to their skin and no knowledge of English discovering  wandering about the woods of Suffolk, lost (a story so obviously Dr Who-ish I’m amazed no one has turned it into a Who story yet).  In practice? It looks like some poor extras have been pranked by having a tin of green paint fall on their heads. That said, though, it was worth a try and that’s not the reason this story falls apart. I mean there’s nothing quite like it in any other story – and there’s good reason why they didn’t just copy it again (another of my favourite bits of Dr Who trivia: it was realised too late that the green dye, designed to be waterproof after hours in swamps, wouldn’t actually come off with water much to the chagrin of irate extras. A special solvent using swafurga had to be cooked up at the last minute. Understandably the hotel everyone was staying in wasn’t too happy about leaving their precious place green, so the nearest facilities with a showers were located: as it happens an army barracks, where a lot of hardened butch soldiers were being put through their paces. The sight of a bunch of bright green actors trudging indoors in skimpy loincloths then scrubbing each other in the showers is said to have been the cause of much amusement in the barracks for some time to come). The loincloths maybe don’t work quite so well – especially the rather odd decision to raise them to give the impression that the swampies naturally have longer legs than Humans do (although nowadays it just makes them look like the alien off-spring of Simon Cowell). One thought too: where are all the female swampies in matching Leela-like leotards? Come ot think of it, where are all the female Humans? Despite the unusually large cast there aren’t any female characters at all, except for Romana of course (and possibly Kroll of course; I do remember being concerned for 9/10ths of the story when I saw it the first time round that there wasn’t a five mile squid of the opposite gender around too – after all, it’s not something you could exactly miss – though the (spoilers) fact that Kroll turns out to be the key to time explains that I suppose).

It’s definitely not the fault of the actors that the story falls apart either: Phillip Madoc (as the hard-nosed Fenner) is as good an actor as the series ever had (if a bit wasted in a lesser part of a second in command), Neil McCarthy (as Thawn) gives a bravura performance as a man obsessed with control who is losing it (so different to his other Who role, as the naïve criminal Barnham in ‘The Mind Of Evil’) and Glyn Owen gives his all as the duplicitous Rohm-Dutt (a shame he never worked for the series again). John Leeson is as good a Human as he is playing a robotic dog; while many fans pictured him on hands and knees pleading for a Human role (not least because that’s how he spent every rehearsal as K9) actually he was another victim of the industrial strike contract delays and a last minute substitution when it was realised that he was still on a retainer and getting paid whatever happened (even though K9 was sensibly sidelined given that this was a swamp planet; legend has it he spent rehearsals finding it really weird to be looking his fellow actors in the eye after so long staring at their knees). You have to say, though, there’s not much energy as everyone is playing to be ‘subtle’ for once: it’s a rare story that needs more ‘dr who acting’ – everyone is under-selling their part. Even the squid isn’t milked for effect as much as it might be!

It’s not the fault of the location filming either, which is big and wide and expansive and while you’re bored of the swamps by the last (and best, if only because  things actually keep happening) episode then at least the novelty is enough to get you through the first few. Swapping the usual static sets and dodgy CSO problems for extended filming at the swamp in Iken Marsh, Snape, Suffolk is a good move. It looks just about alien enough to convince as an alien moon, even if the ‘real’ one caused problems during filming (it was Spring when the tides were higher than average but nobody thought to tell the production crew that: the actors were mostly okay but the production crew often found themselves waist high while filming from what they thought was a ‘safe distance’). Admittedly it’s such a very British swamp (muddy, brown and overcast) it’s a wonder Kroll isn’t wearing a bowler hat and carrying an umbrella when we see him, mile-wide squid or not, while you can tell that the filming is such a grind (what with mud and green makeup that won’t come off without constant scrubbing) that everyone’s spirits are flagging by the end . Still, at least it’s different. It’s a miracle it turned out as well as it did too: it’s not credited as such but it’s effectively John Nathan-Turner’s debut as producer this story, the ‘production unit manager’ filling in for a poorly Graham Williams and doing a pretty decent job all things considered, as this was not the easiest story logistically to control, what with it’s extensive filming and extra problems (notably none of the stories on his watch include monsters quite this big or make-up quite this green!)

No, the reason ‘Kroll’ never quite comes alive is all down to the script, sadly and nothing more. The plot is nothing special and been done on Who before, generally better, however worthy a subject it is. For ‘Kroll’ is, deep down, another tale of colonialisation and appropriation, of kicking out a native population and relegating them to a corner of their own empire so the guys with the guns can pinch their loot. I’ve seen it argued as a Western and it sort of is, only with green-skins rather than red-skins and native Americans turned into native Krollians who are pushed back to their moon. However it’s also surely about colonialisation closer to home and something that would have made a lot of the English audience watching a little guilty in 1978: Northern Ireland. We’re told a number of times that Kroll is mostly a vegetarian pinching all the food (who just happens to get the munchies for swampie, Human or even timelord flesh whenever the script needs him to) which raises other questions of a) how a five mile squid can possibly get enough food to eat all the time and isn’t just asleep on the floor and b) why a being that turns out to be a cosmic key in disguise needs to eat at all (wouldn’t it change his cells to such an extent that he would no longer be turned back into the key at story’s end? Where do all those swampies, plankton and marsh reeds go? Surely it can’t all be turned into methane? And it can’t be an illusion or where would the power for the colony come from?) This is, if you will, a scifi take on the Irish potato famine of the 1840s-50s, when their English ‘masters’ effectively let them die rather than export food, thus kicking off 200-ish years of rebellion and outrage. After all, Thawn is very much a ‘feudal’ type boss, complete with ‘lord of the manor’ title, while Rohm-Dutt’s prominent Irish accent is a typical case of a Who story switching roles round to opposites. Green also happens to be the adopted colour of Ireland – the shade of blarney stones and leprechauns, wile ‘The Sons of the Earth’ are surely named for ‘The Sons of Erin’, an Irish home rule movement big at the time who wanted to kick the English out. Sadly it works in both metaphors the way that Human workers assume that the swampies are ‘less than people’ and don’t matter because they ‘don’t have feelings’ , not worth saving– even though it’s obvious that they do very much how the cowboys of the Wild West and the English during the famine thought; it’s also very much what happens with the Ood in the modern series). If that’s all true, though, it’s hard to work out what the moral at the end means: Holmes doesn’t appear to like the swampies any more than the Humans (they’re a back-stabbing bunch of brutes and even The Doctor is as racist as he ever gets, complaining that their ‘narrow beady little eyes’ means he ‘can’t hypnotise them’, while they’re illiterate and superstitious in the extreme, ready to murder at the drop of a tentacle – is Kroll meant to be the Catholic Church in the eyes of the famously atheist Holmes?) and the ‘problem’ is solved partly by The Doctor half-heartedly restoring some balance (but not outright recuing them) and Kroll killing all and sundry, of both sides. Notably The Doctor and Romana leave the remaining swampies and Humans to it once Kroll is turned into a key. Are we meant to feel sorry for the swampies? If not then what are we meant to feel? Or if we are meant to feel sorry then is this why the story fails – because we don’t? My guess is it’s a story about control and how pointless it is to try to impinge your tiny views on something so colossally big: after all, Kroll doesn’t care who is on what side; to him every being is tasty. Even if not handled as well as it might be, that’s still a worthy subject for a Who story though and even if it’s one covered better elsewhere it’s still very much better than an empty story about nothing.

Like ‘Kroll’ itself though the script isn’t too bad when seen from a distance -  it’s what happens in close-up that hurts it the most: Holmes’ usual flair for writing three-dimensional characters seems to have deserted him.  There just aren’t any characters you like enough to watch and they seem to spend most of the screentime shouting at one another. Generally Holmes is rather good at writing supporting characters who are all different to each other and who all seem to have their own quirks and personalities, but this lot are all too close to each other, too ‘wet’ even if most of them are supposed bad-asses. Thawn is snooty and prejudiced and likes going on little rants, Fenner is cynical and likes thinking he’s right even when he’s wrong, Rohm-Dutt loves stabbing his work colleagues in the back every chance he gets, Ranquin is a born liar and even Dugeen has no backbone, switching sides at a moment’s notice. They’re the sort of people you try and block out at work (let’s face it, every office of a decent size has at least one of all these sorts of people) so you don’t particularly relish spending time with them at work. Throw in some non-talking extras and a mute squid and there’s just no colour in this story, no one to root for, no one to emotionally invest your time in, no one to care for when it all goes wrong (however fond I am of Kroll himself). Even The Doctor and especially Romana feel oddly written for, as if Holmes has never seen them before (despite having written for them so well with ‘Ribos’); they don’t get to say anything terribly clever and spend most of their time getting in and out of scrapes (and, I mean, this is the Tardis pairing who are usually so far over their heads they can be a bit too clever in other stories). The 4th Doctor is purely manic and seems to be genuinely playing the fool rather than using it as a clever shield to throw off his attackers the way he normally does while he gains the sudden convenient ‘super power’ of being able to scream at a certain pitch to destroy creepers (something that surely would have come in handy for another story outside this one but is never mentioned again); Romana, meanwhile, has lost all her stubborn independence, haughty knowing and ‘beginner’s luck’ to become a wet blanket, screaming for help and looking thankful whenever The Doctor turns up (it’s no surprise that this was Mary Tamm’s least favourite of her six stories and the moment she says in retrospect made her mind up about leaving the series). Most of the best lines are improvised by the pair of them, with parts entirely rewritten (such as the one where The Doctor is ‘stretched’, something they worried the child audience would find too damaging unless The Doctor treated it with even more flippancy than usual).

Unlike some fans who dismiss ‘Kroll’ altogether there is plenty of worth here (such as a great red herring when you assume that Kroll is a man in the first cliffhanger, only to see it’s a five mile wide squid in the second!) – it’s just that not as much quality as usual made it all the way to the finished product. It is very much the script’s fault why this story doesn’t quite work as everyone else is trying their hardest – although it’s not really Robert Holmes’ fault either. You see, the biggest obstacle in this entire story is the lack of light and shade; with nearly every scene consisting of people shouting at each other. It turned out that way mostly because Read, a bit worried by how ‘Ribos’ turned out to be one of the most tongue-in-cheek stories so far, asked Holmes if he could ‘tone down’ the humour a bit (or at least that’s how the story goes, but it wouldn’t surprise me if one of his bosses cottoned on to what previous Homes story ‘The Sun Makers’ was really about and sent in a memo). That left Holmes in a bit of a quandary because he wasn’t quite sure what to put in its place, so we get a script that’s single-layered rather than multi-faceted as usual. After all, comedy was always one of his strongest suits; that’s like asking Mark Gatiss not to do horror or Douglas Adams not to be quirky, it just takes away the one thing that made them distinctive, the part that makes them want to sit at a typewriter and make money creating and exploring imaginary worlds in the first place. With the comedy removed Holmes is just like every other Who writer and loses interest so much he pares the story down to basics, so there’s a lot of escaping and recapturing. Every time things just seem to start moving it all comes to a grinding halt for yet another ‘Kroll’ tribal war dance too, which feels like filling in time and padding as much as anything else (even Holmes, usually forced to cut a lot of his work to make things fit the time slot, has so few sub-plots to juggle this story under-runs across all four episodes even with lengthier than usual reprises; for once it doesnb’t feel as if there’s anything that’s ‘missing’ either – that’s as long as the story runs, a paltry 90 minutes ten or so below average). The result also feels suspiciously like a first draft, which in many ways due to the time constraints it was: there’s no time to build up this world beyond the small part of this we see, the characters are caricatures rather than the layered characters Holmes usually draws and the dialogue is best described as perfunctory, give or take a couple of exceptions (such as The Doctor openly trying to get Romana to praise him). It feels like a peek into how Holmes’ work perhaps always looked, before being tweaked and moulded into the gems we’re used to – only with a timeline looking and knowing that most of the jokes would be taken out Holmes lost interest and stopped where he did. There’s even a direct lift from the 1933 ‘King Kong’ film, with Romana tied up with chanting natives outside (not unusual for Holmes in the sense of how many sources he used to ‘borrow’, but this is definitely one of the most blatant and unaltered. The fact the swampies are green is the only difference – and for all we know so were the natives in a black-and-white film). The cliffhanger to episode two (Kroll’s tentacle bursting through a pipe and grabbing some dinner) is also perhaps the most blatant ‘Quatermass’ rip-off of the lot, which in this series is really saying something (it’s from the second film – the one set in Carlisle, which makes Clara’s rude remarks about the city being dull in ‘Hide’ and The Doctor’s agreement even more odd given what a Quatermass fan the timelord seems to be)

After all, despite the presence of the big monster, he was being asked to think ‘smaller’ than usual it seems, so he did, with an inconsequential story by his high standards, without the layered barbs and usual criticisms, even if Holmes couldn’t quite bring himself to write a story without satire entirely. In time Holmes will work out what to do with this approach of no humour and one basic plot without allegories: make his humour dark and turn the characterisation and drama up to the level where it’s a tragedy (even more than ‘Krotons’ this story is a first draft for ‘The Caves Of Androzani’, complete with gun-runners and lots of characters to hate. Despite that story’s unassailable reputation in fandom the two aren’t all that far apart in quality – ‘Caves’ plot is tighter, the dialogue better and the stakes a lot higher, mostly).

Oh well, that’s writing for you: even the greatest geniuses can have off days and never more than when a deadline is ticking and your editor’s just asked you not to do the thing you find most interesting. There are still some really good moments here and everyone else is trying their hardest to go all out and make this an epic as big as the squid at the heart of it. When Sydney Newman started Dr Who he famously said that he didn’t want little green men clichés on the show. But he would probably have approved of this morality play where the swampies are just ordinary people leading ordinary lives who are prejudiced against because of the colour of their skin. Which just happens to be bright green. After all, telling stories that couldn’t be told at face value and giving voices to the voiceless in a scifi genre that’s above criticism of side-taking: that’s exactly what he created Who to be for. Admittedly it’s not the best use of that idea, but you can still tell that this is a good writer having a bad day somehow (as opposed to a bad writer having a good day) and like all the best and even a lot of the worst Dr Who scripts there’s always something to raise a smile: a lot of good actors, Tom Baker on top mad form, more of the colour green than in a lizard greengrocers and a massive squid to look at. What other show gives you that? You surely have to be a right old dry-foot to hate it in the same way as Who’s true misfires. Ultimately though, even if I like this story more than most fans do, it’s undoubtedly a bit of a misfire: a bit of a damp squid, you might say.

POSITIVES + The Key To Time umbrella arc (perhaps the first one that DW really had across stories, rather than across episodes) has been oddly used this year, some writers really taking to it and others ignoring it. While some stories used it well (‘Pirate Planet’ where it was, well, a planet and ‘Armageddon Factor’ where it was a pirate, sorry, no, a princess) others botched it completely (‘Androids Of Tara’ gets the finding the key bit out the way three minutes in and Romana basically says ‘oh look, here it is’). ‘Kroll’ makes the best use of the key though: back in antiquity a normal squid swallowed this object of great power and ended up mutating to several times his normal size. You think that the Doctor can never defeat this huge monster and then (spoilers) it turns out all he has to do is press his key to time tracer up to the squid’s tentacle and revert everything back to normal. Sorted! 

NEGATIVES – While the location filming is rather good, alas indoors it’s a different story: a drab spaceship that’s as boring as space gets. Even the Doctor comments on this, demanding that the architect be ‘fired’ (though a Holmesian enough joke it wouldn’t surprise me if this was a Baker ad lib).  Graeme McDonald, head of BBC serials, was so disappointed with it he moved designer Don Giles onto other work after this, which is perhaps a bit harsh (I mean, nobody got fired for ‘Orphan 55’ or ‘The Web Planet’ to put that in context).  

BEST QUOTE: ‘Kroll…Kroll…Kroll…Kroll…Kroll…Kroll…Kroll…Kroll…Kroll…Kroll’

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