And to make a pleasant change, Great Britain gets first dibs on them
So to celebrate this seasonal glut of Torchwoodery, here are a few brief thoughts on The Devil and Miss Carew:
- The Devil is hiding in the shipping forecast? OMG, it's a Radio 4 listener's worst nightmare! Full points for knowing your audience, though. Whatever next, a zombie takeover on Gardener's Question Time?
- "This internet's driving me MAD!", says Gwen. I suppose that if all I could find were sites full of stories about myself being horrible and then messily exploding into a million squidgy pieces so that my two work colleagues could find true lurve with each other, I might be a bit cheesed off too.
- "Park up behind those bushes, and don't get any funny ideas." - Well, we all remember what happens when Ianto's exposed to greenery, don't we. And I'm not referring to hayfever.
- "I love secret doors. Makes me feel all Famous Five." - I'd never have pegged Jack as an Enid Blyton fan. Though if I had to guess, I'd bet his favourite was Dick...
- Oh look, a carefree sonic screwdriver reference for no reason. But Ianto has other tools in mind: "There's a lot you can do with a Swiss army knife." Cue a great deal of audience speculation about what kind of special attachments he's got.
- There now follows a sequence in which Rhys manages to save the day by looking through his wife's internet history. In real life, I fear this technique is unlikely to work, unless you're in a crisis that can be solved by an in-depth knowledge of kittens or porn.
- I find Martin Jarvis oddly reassuring to listen to, even when he's attempting to be evil. I think it's the cosy memories of all those Jackanory stories he used to read.
- "I just need to go on to the roof and fix it." - In her eighty years on the planet, Miss Carew has not learned to beware Unsubtle Dramatic Foreshadowing. I suspect it will be the death of h..... er, yes, there she goes. Splat.
- "This planet is opening up to me and it feels so good..." - Okay, I take back everything I said about Martin Jarvis. This is a whole pervy world of Do Not Want, right here.
- In conclusion: passable up to a point, but then tumbled abruptly off the roof in a haze of "is that it?" corniness. There's a nostalgic niceness to hearing Ianto again, in a "the past is another country" sort of way, but if you'll forgive the massive understatement, Barrowman is not really a radio actor, is he?
I may return with some comments on tomorrow's and Wednesday's aural extravaganzas, but if I do, I shall endeavour to leaven the all-Torchwood diet with some trivia of general interest. I think only of your attention spans, dear viewers, I really do.