We had an unhappy surprise last night as we were putting our son to bed. We told him about the plans for today and that we would be watching the next episode of Doctor Who, and he looked at the ground and said that he didn’t want to watch it. Now, back during “The Seeds of Death,” he threatened to stop watching the show for a month if the Ice Warriors ended up winning, but this was new.
So a little later, after he was tucked in, I went back in his bedroom and sat on his bed with him and asked “Is there something about Doctor Who that’s bothering you?” He seemed reluctant to say beyond a quiet “…yeah.” Then I got it. “Are you afraid of the Drashigs?” His eyes got wide and he nodded firmly.
I assured him that the Drashigs would never again appear in the show, except as pictures, or, in a couple of moments in this story, hallucinations. He confirmed that they are the scariest monster that he’s ever seen anywhere and worried that there would be a monster in this new story. I told him that we’ll be meeting a new race of aliens called Draconians, but that they are not monsters. And that’s the core of this story, oddly enough. The frightened soldiers of the expanding Earth empire refuses to see them as anything but monsters.
The Draconians are, no joke, one of the very best designs for aliens in the entirety of Doctor Who, and it really is surprising that these guys never returned to the series, because they’re incredibly successful both as visuals and as interesting alien characters. They showed up in comics and novels but I don’t think they’re even mentioned in passing in the TV show again until the
2010 story “The Pandorica Opens.” 2006 story “The Satan Pit.” This story also features the return of the ape-like Ogrons – Paul Bernard also directed their previous appearance – and darned if they didn’t vanish from the series completely after this one as well. Lots of good comics and books use them – Gareth Roberts’ novel The Romance of Crime is a favorite – but the series moved on.
And how did the episode go over? Well, every night, as one of my parts of the bedtime ritual, I tell him what we’re having for supper and what we will watch. So tomorrow, Marie’s making this really terrific sausage and potato skillet meal and we’re watching part two of this story. He made a face, because he’s really not fond of the skillet meal, and grumbled “Yay for Doctor Who, but nuh-uh for that skillet…”