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Saturday, 27 May 2023
The Crimson Horror: Ranking - 176
The Crimson Horror
(Series 7, Dr 11 with Clara, 4/5/2013, showrunner: Steven Moffat, writer: Mark Gatiss, director: Saul Metzstein)
Rank: 176
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'I can deduce without leaving my armchair that Mrs Sweetville is not a kind and passive charity goer at all but has been taken over by a red leech native to another planet that is determined to take over the planet via a rocket ship disguised as a tower. It's elementary, my dear Watson'.
'Good Lord Holmes, what gave it away? Was it her shifty eyes, her impenetrable gaze or the fact that she kept her daughter locked up and scared?'
'Gracious no, I looked it up in the Radio Times. Plus red leeches are taking over the world - there's one crawling up your leg right now old chap! Now for the next case: The Karvanista of the Baskervilles'
First up, a joke to liven up anyone watching whatâs rather a grim story: Whatâs black and white and red all over? A version of this story from the 1960s when the Doctor becomes poisoned with the juices of a red leech!
There was a feeling, by the end of Matt Smithâs run, that the creative spark that made the series so inventive was running a tiny bit low and the backlash to the occasionally incomprehensible storylines of series six meant that all the stories were seeming a little bit simple and similar, following the same formula where the Doctor loses a companion, gets emotional, rescues them from certain death and finds a bigger mystery at the heart of it all when detecting who the baddy is. Dr Who had done well to stay out of a formula or a rut like the âbase under siegeâ or âhammer horrorâ years of the past since the comeback of 2005 and remaining a series where the only thing you could expect was the unexpected, but suddenly after the highs of the 50th anniversary year people just werenât talking about this show anymore and if you missed one story, well, never mind, it was probably only a little like last week. âThe Crimson Horrorâ, though, stands out in amongst a run of these sort of stories like a, well, red faced leech and shows just how inventive even the less creative eras of this show can be.
Originally Steven Moffat came up with this story for himself, wanting to further explore the mystery of who Clara is by taking her back to the scene of her second appearance and the Doctor not being any the wiser as to who she is, while giving more screen-time to the âPaternoster Gangâ of Silurian Madame Vastra, human Jenny and Sontaron Strax solving problems in Victorian London just like Sherlock Holmes. Only, ironically, having two series on the go at once (the other being the modern updated version of âSherlockâ) meant that Moffat was falling behind the deadline heâd set for himself and problems trying to get the tone of the all-important Christmas special (âThe Snowmenâ) right meant that he reluctantly handed this to his friend and Sherlock co-creator mark Gatiss to write. Initially Gatiss pitched a story that would have Sherlock author Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle turn up as the latest âcelebrity historicalâ character, Gatiss poking gentle fun at their other series and finally writing for the Victorian London settings of the books (something he ended up doing for my favourite Sherlock story âThe Abominable Brideâ, a 2016 Christmas special that really does have the familiar characters back in Victorian London, albeit only imaginary ones and only for an episode). It sounds like fun, it worked out OK when Star Trek did it and if anybody was going to put one of our greatest authors on screen faithfully its these two, some of his biggest fans, although Iâm probably only saying that now - to be fair we were a bit Sherlocked out in 2013 if I remember. Only that story wasnât working: Conan-Doyle kept being shunted out to the edges of the action more and more until he was barely in it. Gatiss admired Doyle too much to have him in the âDr Watsonâ role always asking the questions too, so sat down to have a re-think. Ditching the Sherlock angle altogether he read a book on Victorian workers and was struck by the idea of âphossy jawâ, the illness suffered by matchstick girls who worked long hours in factories making matchsticks using phosphorous, a chemical that was known to dissolve the skin over constant use. It was exactly the sort of thing that would appeal to a horror fan with a political conscience (the poor girls were usually sacked by their employers for looking unseemly, despite wrecking their health for their work) and started writing a script that was more about the political conscience of the age that left people to suffer and die horribly for capitalism. Only, hard as he tried, the idea wouldnât fit into a Dr Who format: it was much more like a Sherlock one, while the idea of characters suffering pain was too gruesome for Dr Who (at least until Moffat ups the ante later in stories like âDark Waterâ and âWorld Enough and Timeâ). Abandoning yet another draft, Gatiss then had a bash at combining both.
Now, one of the many things the Sherlock phenomena created was the idea of âfan fictionâ. In the Sherlock books Dr Watson was forever dropping the names and brief details of other cases into his introductions, to help sell the illusion that the detective had many many cases in between the ones that were written down and printed in âThe Strandâ. Many Sherlock writers official and unofficial have had a bash, including Gatiss himself in his and Moffatâs series. Leafing through the Sherlock short story âThe Golden Pince-Nezâ from 1904 he was struck by Dr Watson mentioning âthe repulsive story of the red leech and the terrible death of Crosby the bankerâ (thatâs it, thatâs the entire entry) and was struck by how much this sounded like an imaginative âWhoâ story rather than a factual plausible âSherlockâ one. With despicable factory conditions still in mind Gatiss wrote a story about a red leech from primeval times that had latched onto a callous Victorian factory owner as the absolute worst person he could have found: they were the absolute person for the alien to find, he figured, if they were rich enough to be one of those business empires that crated whole towns for their workers that could then be cut off from the outside world, places like Bournville (chocolate) Port Sunlight (soap) or Saltaire (textiles â thereâs even a street named after the bossâ daughter Ada) where employees lives in the shadow of their workplace. Gatiss then bounced Mrs Guillyflower over from his other draft, putting her in charge of a matchstick factory (but dropping the phossy jaw element) and giving her a daughter who was blind to better show the callous way that the Victorians treated the sick. And rather than have Conan Doyle investigate Dr Who or the Doctor investigate a Sherlock Holmes story he brought the paternoster Gang to the fore, looking at this story through their eyes as a case to solve, delaying the Doctorâs entrance till fourteen minutes through the story (which I think is a record, the special cases of âBlinkâ and âLove and Monstersâ aside) and easing the workload for Matt Smith and Jenna Coleman into the bargain. Notably, too, the setting for this story is 1893, a date in the Sherlock chronology when the great detective has apparently fallen to his detah in the Reichenback falls before public demand and money problems meant Conan-Doyle resurrected him a decade or so later â equally you think for a lot of this story that the Doctor has snuffed it (again).
The result is a story thatâs pretty much unique, especially in the way the Doctor and Claraâs half of the story are only told in flashback, the story starting after they are already in trouble. Generally Dr Who-lite episodes like âBlinkâ or âTurn Leftâ are very much about the Doctor even when heâs not there, but here it isnât the Doctor or even his companion taking the lead but a giant alien Lizard, her lesbian Human maid and a potato-headed warmonger. This is very much Madame Vastraâs show in which the Doctor ends up being a bit player and Nerve McIntosh is never better, owning the screen despite being behind a lizard mask â so much so that itâs almost a shame when the story reverts to being more of a Doctory story in the second half, the gang having nothing to do once theyâve got the Doctor and Clara out of trouble (how much better this story might have been had she stayed the focus with the Doctor flitting in and out). This story, which deep down is about how much people need each other, is the right one to try this sort of âbuddy copâ thing with. Having the Doctor so ill, red and unable to speak (the most incapacitated weâve ever seen him, give or take pos-regenerational trauma and the odd coma) really adds to the horror and stakes of this story, although at the same time the Doctor is acting very un-characteristically dumb. This isnât the first time weâve seen the Doctor outwitted by his companions by any means but notably it happens twice in this story which is uncharacteristic to say the least: Jenny avoids the traps the Doctor falls into when heâs poisoned by a prehistoric red leech (did she put it in the jammie dodgers?) and later itâs Clara who points out that Mrs Gillyflowerâs ârocket shipâ might have something to do with the chimney that isnât breathing smoke. Ooh, is his face red! Oh waitâŠit is. Weâre used to this from other Doctors (the references to Tegan, the âstroppy Australianâ mentioned in the opening scene and the âBrave Heartâ line make me wonder if Gatiss has been watching a lot of Peter Davison era stories lately) but not generally the 11th, who usually has all the answers and is never usually the victim like this. Even so, giving more room to the incidental characters is a clever one and most of the best moments come in the first half between Vastra, Strax and particularly jenny, who gets more screen-time than before or since as she breaks into the âSweetâ factory.
The mystery centres around a utopian charity run by a supposedly benevolent mother and daughter team who do so much for good purposes â not your natural baddies, though we already sense that things are not what they seem. Then (spoilers) in one of the better twists of the modern series, the âmonsterâ we keep being warned about whose being isolated for everyoneâs safety turns out to beâŠThe Doctor. Like many a story in this era it revolves around a mystery much closer to home: itâs propelled by an image of a dying man retained in their retina (like the old gypsy legend which the Doctor himself says is fact during âThe Ark In Spaceâ when itâs a vision of a giant waspâŠdonât ask) only its an image of the Doctor. Or is it? We at home have been burned before. They canât possibly kill the Doctor off this time either so it must be a trick like series 6 all over again: youâre meant to be a sleuth yourself as you work out if heâs a doppelganger, a Teselecta robot, a Zygon shapeshifter, an Auton replica or something else. Instead the twist is that there is no twist: he really has been left for dead. Thatâs possibly the best use of a mystery the whole Moffat era, because itâs one that isnât playing games with us and subverts what we expect, while it still works on re-watches after you know whatâs happened (because Gatiss is a bit better at letting us fill in the gaps instead of telling us stuff). Less interesting is the side-plot of who Clara is, again: the Doctor deliberately takes Clara to Victorian London (where she âdiedâ) to see if she gives anything away (which â spoilers â of course she doesnât because itâs only events in âName Of the Doctorâ that âcreatesâ her other splintered selves). Only the Doctor gets it wrong â because of course he does - and ends up in Yorkshire, making this the first time the Doctorâs been oop North for a while (a short stay in a Cumbrian monastery aside). Weirdly the Doctor never explains to his friends that Clara apparently isnât the person they all saw die at the end of âThe Snowmanâ â and youâd have thought a master sleuth like Vastra would have noticed that this Clara is way too 21st century in her poise, character and speech.
More than that, though, this is a personal story about generational trauma and the very Dr Who theme of how our past present and future are all very much intertwined, so that hardships caused to people make them in turn act out and hurt the people around them(the working title, which they should have kept, was âMotherâs Ruinâ). Mrs Gillyflower has a daughter, Ada, that she doesnât know how to care for â so, itâs hinted, because nobody knew how to care for her. Adaâs (now dead) father told her that she had a âblack heartâ while her mother uses her for experiments with the red leech before having her shut away for being blind and a âdisgraceâ to her. The red leech, Mr Sweet, is in many ways the stepdad from hell: he ingratiates himself into a broken family, poisons the mum with red leech-juice, blinds the daughter and then gaslights everyone around her. Sheâs become blinded to the truth, made to feel itâs all normal: the key scene of this story is when she screams âdie you freaks!â to Ada, the Doctor, Clara and co, even though sheâs the one with a red alien leech hanging off her neck. The great irony of this story is that only Ada can see the âtruthâ (even the Doctor canât see everything or he wouldnât have been turned red) and sheâs the one whose blind: if it wasnât for her kindness in saving the Doctor, when she noticed he was still alive, then everyone in this story would be doomed. Itâs when she helps the Doctor (portrayed on screen as a ârelationship with a manâ, like a Victorian maid from a book), someone who could potentially puncture the little world of illusion Mrs Gillyflowerâs created for herself, that mum loses it totally. As ever with Dr Who itâs good to be kind â kindness sets you free, often more times than merely being brave or being right.
The leech also works as a more symbolic gesture too though, the shadow side of peopleâs natures that makes them go against their true selves: the more the leech - the love of greed and power â attaches itself to Mrs Gillyflower the more harsh and cruel she becomes. For the most part Ada is subservient, despite everything done to her, because daughters were supposed to be to parents back then (a running joke with the Paternoster Gang is how people react more to the idea of two strong female characters breaking social conventions than the fact sheâs an alien) and you really cheer her on when she fights back at the end, smashing the leech with her cane. Ada, though, doesnât look for revenge and isnât interested in the family riches: she tells the Doctor at the end about wanting to move on instead. An extra frisson in tis comes from the fact that the actresses playing these two parts are mother and daughter in real life: Mark Gatiss was a family friend of Diana Rigg and was appearing in a play âThe Recruiting Officerâ with her daughter Rachael Stirling, who was already part of the Big Finish Who family (she appeared in whatâs actually a very similar story all round, the 4th Doctor tale âThe Trail Of The White Wormâ about the emaciated master from âThe Deadly Assassinâ stealing a legendary sentient alien worm from Roman times thatâs meant to have great healing properties- yep itâs one of those Big Finish storiesâŠThis is how he ends up as the Melkur in âKeeper Of Trakenâ incidentally. Rachael plays the worm!) Gatiss asked if theyâd ever acted together and if theyâd liked to. They hadnât, Rigg commenting how much theyâd like to and how much sheâd enjoy the chance to be a baddy so mark wrote the story with both of them in mind. Luckily their relationship in real life was really close and Rigg had great fun delivering the line âmy daughter is of no consequenceâ while she listened round the corner!
The result is a story that has a lot of good points. Bute in Caerphilly, which was turned into Sweetville, is exactly what the script needs: creepy Victoriana that looks lgeitime as both a place built by an eccentric millionaire to wow his workers into submission and a place where creepy things could happen at any moment. The Paternoster Row gang are always good fun and at their best here with so much extra screen time, Silurian common sense and Sontaron bravery and Human impetuousness meeting each other head on while the Human ends up doing most of the actual work. Much like I suspect things would be in real life if Earth was on the intergalactic stage. The sheer bravery and surprise of keeping the Doctor out of his own story is a worthy try to do something a bit different too. The backdrop is creepy, Diana Rigg does her best to be scary in a role clearly inspired by Jimmy Saville, then in the news a lot (a bad person driven to do evil things who covered it up with good work and the help of important people who wanted to be associated with such charitable causes) and the twist (when she tries to kill her daughter â not in real life, mind, her character) is suitably nasty, but thereâs something about this story that doesnât feel ârealâ so the scares never quite sears its way into the brain the most horrible DW moments do. Mr Sweetville, the name given to the red leech, really isn't that interesting even though red is a nice underused colour for a Who monster (there's been a definite lack over the years - even the Ice Warriors from the 'red planet' Mars aren't red). Matt Smith is great when heâs zombiefied (even if he recovers remarkably quickly) while Clara looks good in a bonnet (for some reason she really suits this period and itâs no wonder her first big job after leaving Who was as Queen Victoria in the under-rated ITV series âVictoriaâ with her real-life boyfriend Tom Hughes an excellent Prince Albert; sadly the series was cancelled prematurely after they split up just as it was getting great: Sarah Jane Smithâs âsonâ Luke, actor Tommy Knight, was in it too). Thereâs also one single great gag where Gatiss has the Doctor get directions from a street urchin named âThomas Thomasâ â âTomtomâ being a modern-day GPS company that gives directions digitally. The name âMr Sweetâ was a more obscure joke, journalist Matthew Sweet being a good friend of Gatissâ and had an encyclopaedic knowledge of Victorian London which came in handy when the writer was coming up with ideas for âThe Unquiet Deadâ. Although itâs unrecorded what he thought about his friend turning him into an alien red leech!
What this story doesnât have so much is that real sense of horror and foreboding we were promised in the trails, usually Gatissâ hallmarks. Nothing in this story makes you scurry for the back of the sofa and the leech itself is cute and cuddly, a worrying first go at the Pâting, a threat only to the characters we see on screen â never to us. They try a bit too hard to suddenly turn Jenny into Emma Peel (Diana Riggâs character from the worst TV show of the 1960s âThe Avengersâ) and while itâs great to see her get more screentime and actress Catrin Stewart is excellent thatâs not who this character is at all. In the end it feels too disjointed to come alive, too dark and shadowy and unreal to be crimson and bloodlike and too cartoonlike to truly move you the way it should. The horror element and the ending both (where the factory turns out to be an alien ship) is ripped off wholesale from âState Of Decayâ (the single most Marl Gatiss Who story that he didnâtâ write) and the main plot is very much âThe Green deathâ but red and with leeches rather than giant maggots (the second single most Gatiss Who story he didnât write), which I guess is fair game for a story thatâs all about a leech in the first place but given how original Gatissâ scripts generally are itâs still something of a copout. The very ending, meanwhile, where Claraâs charges work out that she travels through time is also deeply weird and all but forgotten one story later (though see âNightmare In Silverâ for the real horror story about âBrats In Spaceâ). Thereâs an awful lot of talking too, perhaps inevitably given that the Doctor is all tied up for half the story and Silurians and Sontarons arenât exactly known for rushing around at high speed. Ultimately thereâs also not really much of a mystery past the first quarter hour: the Doctorâs worked it out before we arrive (by his standards itâs hardly a four-pipe problem) and once he wakes up nobody really investigated anything, they just run around madly doing things which isnât the same thing at all. Far from being one of those intricately plotted, meticulously logical, incredibly real Sherlock Holmes stories, in fact, this is a Victorian âpenny dreadfulâ, high on shock value and eminently readable, but not great literature. There are no stand out moments, beyond Matt Smith looking like an oompaloompa and staggering around mute, no great standout lines and even the big showdown isnât quite the emotional cathartic release it ought to be.
That doesnât make it bad though: thereâs a place in Who for sillier more cartoony stories and if this story is daft in so many ways at least it has fun being as outrageously daft as it can being Who at its most delightfully stupid in many ways. As a standalone episode itâs pretty great â itâs only the series-long arcs of who Clara is and the nonsense at the end leading into next week that really lets it down. The problem is more that lost potential, the nagging sense that there was even better more serious more horrible and more, well, angry story lurking at the heart of this one that never got out. That would have been a top-tier classic; what we have here is still very good, but itâs curio rather than a game-changer. Still, even flawed, itâs a brave try at something different they didnât have to do which breaks up a repetitive season really well and like Mr Sweet youâll find plenty to get your teeth into.
POSITIVES + Who is the Crimson Horror? Well, via an alien leech, itâs Matt Smith painted red! This scene, of him coming to life as a mute zombie after a failed âpreservationâ technique went wrong because he wasnât the âHumanâ his captors thought he was, could have been the silliest moment of the episode. Instead itâs by far the creepiest. The Doctor â our Doctor â is nearly always invincible and seeing him this weak and feeble, his ability to talk his way out of anything reduced to grunts and groans, must have been how first time viewers felt seeing Tom Baker aged and torn apart in âThe Leisure Hiveâ or Jon Pertwee screaming in âPlanet Of The Spidersâ. If something can make even a hero this strong fallible what the hell can it do to humanity?! This episode has taken so many other chances and liberties, they canât make this permanent or have him regenerateâŠcan they? I mean, we also know that Smith is leaving pretty soon and in this sort of a rule-breaking story anything goes. Of course everything gets put right by the end this time, but thereâs enough doubt the first time you watch this to make you wonder if theyâre really going to pull something radical off.
NEGATIVES - The actual plot, as opposed to all the more interesting bits around it when everyone tries to work out whatâs going on, which might be the silliest since the Daleks tried to take out the Earthâs core and replace it with a motor engine to pilot it round space. You see, thereâs a red leech from prehistoric times thatâs suddenly become sentient and attached itself to Diana Rigg, making her go a bit loopy. Soon everyone in the Sweetville utopian complex is affected and the red leech wants to preserve them in a forthcoming apocalypse when the rest of humanity is poisoned so they can do all the hard jobs the leech canât do. Oh yeah and for good measure the complex is hiding a space rocket which doubles as a chimney where the big showdown takes place. Even though logically, with my Condan-Doyle hat on, the plan is hopeless: the Earth is a mighty big planet for one tiny leech and a handful of followers to run, these humans clearly chosen for close proximity rather than suitability given that theyâre mostly charity cases (most of them donât look as if theyâll last the night). Wouldnât they be better off inhabiting, say, the whole of London rather than a bunch of poorly matchstick makers? And what does the leech want with Earth if they kill most of the Earthlings anyway? Itâs not a very interesting planet and not exactly built with leeches in mind. Instead the plot feels like what it is: a lot of âaha!â moments cobbled together into a script that papers over the cracks. Exactly what mystery novels used to be, inf act, before Conan Doyle came along and broke the mould. Maybe itâs better he wasnât in this story or his ghost (and as a famous believer in mediums and spiritualism and life after death you bet if any ghost comes back from the dead itâs his) would have turned full poltergeist on Gatiss.
BEST QUOTE: Vastra: âI think I have seen these symptoms before, a long time agoâ Amos: âOh aye? How long?â Vastra: âAbout 65 million yearsâ
PREQUELS/SEQUELS: âThe Paternoster Gangâ have had their own Big Finish series since 2019, with two franchises containing four box sets with three stories each adventures told in four parts so far (so 32 stories in total) that are much like this one i.e. incomprehensible and downright weird, but also good fun, with the gang taking on cases like Sherlock Holmes. Itâs also very clever the way famous Victorian inventions and new inventions are used in the plots, the same way that new concepts like satellites, the BT tower, computers, plastic surgery and the internet have been used in the series proper as something new and scary (the series starts with the motor car then moves on through photographs, mediums, Spring-Heeled Jack, circuses and Christmas).
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