Part two of the Brewster trilogy—questionably so, given that he doesn’t appear until the end—sees the Doctor and Nyssa attempt to recover the TARDIS using my Doctor Who bête noire, and end up in an alternate timeline where a certain someone learned whether he was right. He’s a king, so we can safely say he was.
I’m decidedly mixed about this story. Almost everything about the Scorpion King is cool as hell, most of all his BTC-built kingdom, his final scene, with Brewster, is lovely, and the timey wimey-ness of his creation works really well. On the other hand, epic adventures have never been my thing, and though the beginning continues nicely from “The Haunting of Thomas Brewster”, as I said above, it doesn’t otherwise feel like the middle of a trilogy. Also, the Scorpion King comes onto Nyssa… Let’s keep that in the realm of fanfic, shall we?
As an aside, this is the rare story with a super good review. Sorry to shade y’all, but nobody has affected me like XxDachshundxX on The Time Scales:
If Dachshund migrated to TG, I’ll be so damn pleased. Love their reviews in general.
This is the most punk Doctor Who has ever gone; the Kathy Acker, Ginny Lemon, Kae Tempest, Bif Naked of its canon. And for that, I appreciate it.
The Boy That Time Forgot is like the latest film in the Scream franchise – a parody of a parody of itself, metatextually critiquing paratextual components of its key audience and response. Does anyone really believe that Big Finish released this believing people wouldn’t be shocked by it? Did they really think that if taken seriously, this wouldn’t be critically panned? I do not believe this is intended to be taken as absolute truth. It’s even acknowledged within the story that it’s only a parallel/pocket universe, both somewhat appeasing traditionalist fans waving their tattered copies of Doctor Who and the Zarbi whilst poking fun at Doctor Who’s usual ridiculous laws of continuity and canon. I mean, normal Doctor Who doesn’t have it that the dinosaurs never evolved and instead a super race of scorpions ruled Earth instead?
But if it is absolute truth, so what? You can’t have your cake AND eat it by classing Adric as the worst companion and then complaining that this story ruins him. Sure, his death is poignant – for about five seconds before he’s forgotten at Heathrow and the Doctor battles Xenophon or whatever. Is it really this big moment for the Fifth Doctor if it is never even mentioned again, at least within the television series? So, who cares if Big Finish exhume Adric’s rotting corpse, prop it up on wires and get Andrew Sachs to voice it?
And exhume it with so much rawness and shock value that it feels like a punch in the face. Adric’s no longer the stiff caricature ‘acted’ by Matthew Waterhouse – now he’s a fully formed character with vast depths of complexity and such moral ambiguity that it almost feels grating. This pervy 500-year-old man with his misguided ideals and strange beliefs. Andrew Sachs’ performance is BRILLIANT, both capturing the original essence of the character whilst inserting layers and layers of hurt and resentment yet power and sadism. I don’t particularly hold a lot of Big Finish actors to a high level, considering they cast the same five people over and over again, but Sachs’ performance as Adric is absolutely magical and one so overlooked.
Many complain that the actual plot of the story is either ridiculous or cliched – and THAT’S THE POINT!! It is entirely a parody of the whole ‘boy’s adventure story’ in a wild jungle and giant monsters and an ancient temple – a trope that Doctor Who falls into many times, even when it’s trying to be serious. The Boy That Time Forgot is mocking that, bastardising it, pointing out how silly it is to return to the same over-flogged horse. And the anger that people display over the Transfer Block Computation is also disproportionate – we’re in a universe where a POLICE BOX CAN TRAVEL IN TIME AND SPACE – is this not taking the mick out of the deux ex machinas Doctor Who throws at us ALL THE TIME and expects us to accept? No, this is criticising every single Doctor Who story that has ever displayed any hint of cliché or un-inspiration, something I will 110% get behind.
For god’s sake, even the characters are fabulated self-aware tropes! ‘Rupert Von Thal’? ‘Teegarna’? ‘Kranlee?’ Are we even meant to pretend this is serious? Played by a spectacular cast of actors, these characters mirror every single cannon fodder trope that appears, such as every minor character that has zero personality and exists either as a finger to point the plot in a certain way or to be killed by the evil staplers of Espresso Martini 55. The Scorpions were clearly the standouts, being portrayed as not merely a bestial race of savages (Doctor Who’s always had a colonial agenda, if you ask me) but rather a functional, complex, sympathetic species desiring survival and freedom.
If I have a criticism of The Boy That Time Forgot, it certainly is that the coda goes on for far too long. I believe that it should have ended right after the pocket universe collapsed – perhaps a final scene where the Doctor and Nyssa philosophically reflect, but that should have been it. That we have a further finale sequence after that severely disrupts the flow of the narrative, which, previously, had been perfectly paced. It does continue the Brewster arc (which, after my experience of The Three Companions more than three years ago, I have no interest in), but I don’t think it even should be part of this trilogy. This is a story about a companion surviving when all the laws of the universe (and canon) decree they should have died, not a continuation of some other minor character’s tedious arc.
Put down your pitchforks. If you dislike this twist, then it’s probably because you’ve fallen right into Paul Magrs’ game and allowed yourself to be manipulated. At the end of the day, that’s what this is – a test of whether you allow yourself to play the story or the story to play you. Paul Magrs is a genius for this, taking everything that is wrong with Doctor Who, including a toxic fanbase, and manipulating it and turning it into a metatextual artwork. And you, the audience, and your reactions, are as much a part of The Boy That Time Forgot as the story itself.
See…very punk.