I started watching The Waters of Mars, the most recent Doctor Who special, a few days ago. Then I paused it after 12 minutes and didn't resume for a few days, because I had other stuff to do and it clearly wasn't going to be very good.
I know Doctor Who is really fantasy, not sci-fi, and I know it's now all about heart and emotions and not so much about coherent storylines. That's fine, if done with some imagination; I actually quite liked the episode Gridlock, for instance, which was a veritable lace doily of plot-holes if you looked at it critically.
And I know Doctor Who is primarily aimed at young viewers, and I also know that kids aren't very discriminating and will watch any old crap.
But none of that excuses this level of crapness.
(Spoilers, naturally, follow. But I'm spoiling the bad bits, not the good ones, so perhaps you'll come out ahead.)
The Waters of Mars reminded me of Robert L. Forward's excellent (if you like hard sci-fi) Dragon's Egg (the sequel's pretty decent, too!). The only purpose of the characters in the first couple of dozen pages of Dragon's Egg is to set up the story proper, so Forward obviously didn't see any need to spend more than a lazy half-drunk afternoon writing the first part. (Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if he wrote the first part last, just to give the audience a minimal on-ramp to the highway he'd already finished and was impatient to publish.)
So Forward, for instance, details exactly the garments which a young female astronomer puts on before racing off to advance the plot, but because he's not paying attention he gives her a skirt but forgets to mention any underwear. This is forgotten once you get into the real story, but it's somewhat startling at the time.
Likewise, in The Waters of Mars, the writers are clearly so eager to get to the, super-heavy-handed but still pretty neat, ending and teaser for the upcoming Christmas special, that they just didn't care about the preceding story.
Robert Forward's dodgy beginning bit was very small. In The Waters of Mars, the dodgy beginning bit takes up five-sixths of the show.
I could just about handle Mars gravity being the same as Earth gravity, when it ought to be less than 0.4G, because that's apparently still too expensive for live-action TV to do properly. And I could barely accept explosion debris cheerfully burning away in Mars' 95.8%-carbon-dioxide, 0.2%-oxygen, less-than-1%-of-Earth-pressure atmosphere, because, um, maybe this Mars-base was built out of bamboo packed with potassium nitrate.
But the monsters are creatures that can make water (and fusion power!) out of nothing. But they're desperate to get to Earth, because there's so much water here. (And they've got the same name as the principal villains of all of the Halo games.)
All the writers would have had to do was make the monsters express a great hunger for all of the people there are on Earth for them to infect, or specifically mention how pleased they are with Earth's ever-shrinking ice-caps that promise a gigantic habitable area for them in their liquid form. But no. One of 'em stands there, drooling a steady stream of water onto the floor, and just says that it's impressed by the quantity of water that Earth already has.

And there's not just one, but two, self-destruct mechanisms activated in this one episode.
I suppose it's not that surprising that the systems exist - nobody puts a "Blow Up This Vehicle" button on real-world dashboards, but if you live in the land of TV sci-fi you can expect super-virulent body-snatching alien and/or supernatural monsters to pop up about every other week. The only surprising thing is how slow people always seem to be to figure out what's going on and press that deadly button that'll save the rest of the world.
(We should probably count ourselves lucky that only one of the self-destructs has a Red Digital Readout. And to be fair, it still isn't your typical Acme Mechanically-Assisted Plot-Tensioner, a device which has the mystical ability to make the last 60 seconds of the countdown take up five minutes of screen time.)
As regular readers know, I am actively delighted by stupid Doctor Who monsters. But they're meant to be stupid-looking, not just by-the-numbers Central Casting zombies plodding through a script that exists only to give the Doctor a reason to emote.
I'm quite happy with fatally-plot-holed sci-fi as long as it's imaginative. When I finish watching some oddball anime and say "what the fuck was that all about?!", I'm always smiling. And Doctor Who is supposed to be among the most imaginative live-action shows, because it's got the fewest restraints. It's not stuck on a particular starship or even a particular planet, it doesn't take itself very seriously, and after some decades, the audience is accustomed to the fact that the TARDIS seems to independently seek out deadly peril, especially when the Doctor intended to have a little holiday.
This all makes it particularly disappointing when you get a story like this, that's no better than the 62nd time the holodeck tried to kill everyone on the Enterprise.







