Let’s just start off by saying I would not consider myself a “Doctor Who” fan. At all. If anything, I preferred Torchwood (a clever anagram) with it’s hot, gay dude.
Sure, I know of the Doctor series. And I know a bit the jargon (Tardis, sonic screwdriver, etc). And I remember it from back in the day on PBS.
That’s probably why I’m not a fan.
I think seeing some early, poor production value, Doctor Who episodes back in the 70’s kind if scarred me. And scared me. I mean, the Doctor was creepy and so was that damn music.
And so I mostly avoided the series, other than to shore up my pop cultural knowledge, of course.
But, okay. The Daleks. My god, The Daleks!
I have watched a few episodes of the “new” Who, and while I like them, the show hasn’t quite made my DVR yet. And in all my Who watching, I had actually never seen an episode with the Daleks.
Sure, I knew they were these robot thingies with marquee lighting. But that was it. And how could they be creepier than, say, The Silence? Now those guys are like fucked up clown creepy!
But then last night I saw a Dalek episode while I was vegging out to BBC America.
It’s the voice! The shouting, distorted, warbly Dalek voice that is just fucked up! It totally ratchets up these almost-laughable, clunky machines with toilet plunger arms to full on nightmare status.
I may be a Dalek fan now.