My time travel journey has finally reached a decade that my parents were conscious for!
When regeneration was first introduced to Doctor Who, it wasn’t immediately clear that it would have an impact beyond introducing a new lead actor. When One turned into Two, there were important differences between the two actors’ portrayals of the Doctor, but everything else about the show felt more or less the same.
Not so with the beginning of the Third Doctor’s era in 1970. As soon as the credits roll for his first serial, “Spearhead from Space,” it’s clear that everything has changed. For one thing, the show’s in color now! And none of it looks like it was filmed on a cardboard set! Furthermore, the entire premise has changed. The last Second Doctor serial set up a major change to the show’s status quo, and in a rare move for almost any era of TV, it actually followed through. The Doctor is no longer adventuring around the cosmos, picking up human companions, and meeting weird aliens. Now, having been exiled by the Time Lords, he’s stuck in 1970s England with a nonfunctioning TARDIS, and the weird aliens have to find him instead of the other way round. This is at least made easier by his friendship with Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, who is now the head of UNIT, a paramilitary organisation dedicated to investigating and neutralising alien threats.
But the most important change this era brings regards the Doctor himself. Jon Pertwee’s performance isn’t just a slight departure from his predecessors; it takes elements of their performances and gives them a depth and reality that seemed beyond the show’s capacity in its earlier years. And a shift in the writing certainly helps. By this point, the Doctor has already been growing slowly more heroic and action-oriented, but now he is, for the first time, cool. He wears stylish frills and capes! He knows kung fu (well, “Venusian Aikido,” anyway)! He’s got a gadget, a gizmo, and a witty one-liner for every occasion! Pertwee plays the Doctor like James Bond’s eccentric bachelor uncle, and it just works. Even in his duller stories, he’s always fun to watch.
And those dull stories are few and far between, at least compared to the first two Doctors. To be fair, a lot of Third Doctor stories are at least half an hour longer than they should be, especially in his final season, but it’s rare for one to be completely without merit. The writers do a surprisingly good job of coming up with new ideas while being confined to Earth, and some of the creatures introduced during this period will go on to become iconic and recurring threats: for example, the Silurians (lizard people from the Silurian period who hibernate beneath Earth’s surface), Sontarans (warlike potato-shaped aliens whose extreme dimness causes one of them to get stuck in the Middle Ages), and the Nestene Consciousness (an alien hive mind that can control plastic–much scarier than that sounds) to name a few. But by far the most important villain introduced during this era is The Master.
Since the Third Doctor is so much more Bond-like than his predecessors, it makes sense that he would have a classic moustache-twirling archnemesis. Enter Roger Delgado and his rogue Time Lord, another runaway from Gallifrey (oh yeah, we finally find out the name of the Doctor’s home planet in this era) who is obsessed with ruling as much of the universe as he can–and is also more than a little obsessed with the Doctor. He’s introduced early in the first season of the new era, and proceeds to all but take over the show, appearing in nearly every serial of the following season and continuing to show up as an occasional threat, up until the actor’s tragic death in 1973.
The Master feels like a necessary addition to the show, for a few reasons. He’s the first recurring enemy to be treated as the Doctor’s equal, and the first to have a personal connection to him. He’s also the first major Time Lord character other than the Doctor, so he’s an extra window for the audience into that culture and the lore associated with it. And after over a decade of our heroes fighting inhuman monsters who want to wipe out all life in the universe (or some variation thereupon), it’s nice to have a relatively fun, low-stakes villain who usually just wants to hypnotise people into making him Space Pope or something. His relationship with the Doctor is almost heartwarming in how amiable it usually is; the two may spend all their screen time fighting, but there’s always a sense that, if things were a bit different, they’d be best friends–or even something more. Anyway, Delgado always looks like he’s having the time of his life in the role–especially when he gets to wear silly outfits.
On a slightly more serious note, the Master’s presence helps to humanise the typical good-vs.-evil conflicts that drive Doctor Who stories. Which is a major theme of #3’s tenure. Ironically, the first Doctor to show skill in hand-to-hand fighting, and the first to work with the military on a regular basis, is also the first Doctor to make pacifism an important part of his personal philosophy. While #1 was often positively gleeful about destroying his enemies, and #2 was perfectly willing to do so, #3 will go to great lengths to avoid killing anyone, and will always do his best to negotiate peace, even between humans and tentacle monsters. (Daleks, of course, are the exception, as always.) This seems to reflect a larger change in the show’s political philosophy as well.
I didn’t talk much about the political messaging in earlier seasons of Doctor Who, because, to the extent that there was any, it mainly amounted to basic British boomer stuff like “Nazis bad,” “British Empire good,” and “Get these hippies off my lawn!” (Or at least, that’s how the earlier stories read to my 21st-century American sensibilities.) But come 1970, something seems to have shifted in the BBC writers’ rooms–or maybe having the Doctor confined to a contemporary Earth setting just provided more opportunities to comment on current events. Whatever the reason, the Third Doctor is noticeably more political than his predecessors–and that’s almost always a good thing. The episode that introduces the Silurians is a poignant anti-Cold War parable. Several serials come with environmentalist and anti-nuke messages. There’s a weird amount of positive Buddhist, pagan, and Communist representation (the weirdest and possibly poorest-aged example is that the Doctor is canonically friends with Chairman Mao!). Overall, this era of the show puts a lot more effort into portraying the dignity and humanity of all its characters (including the aliens). Gone are the faceless armies of pure evil that can be dispatched without a second thought. In this era, when an evil lizard dies, you’re supposed to understand where that evil lizard was coming from, even if you still think he’s evil.
Of course, I’d still very much hesitate to call the Third Doctor’s era progressive. The show still doesn’t have any non-white characters to speak of, and it even uses actors in yellowface to portray Asians on at least one occasion. While it criticises some of the British government’s then-current policies in a vague, general sort of way, it’s still assumed that the royal family is all good (to the point that their absence in one serial is a sign that the Doctor has landed in an evil parallel universe), and the British military is still portrayed as mostly well-intentioned, if occasionally misguided.
And then there’s the matter of companions. To be fair to the writers, when the Third Doctor era begins, their hands are tied to a certain extent when it comes to giving him a companion. Since he’s no longer traveling the universe, he can’t be whisking humans off on a whimsical adventure anymore, but he still needs a “Dr. Watson” type to act as an audience surrogate. The writers’ first solution to this problem is to have UNIT give him an “assistant”: Liz Shaw, a competent scientist who takes an interest in the Doctor because of his extensive knowledge of the universe…and who is unceremoniously written off the show after one season. She’s replaced by Jo Grant, who is the embodiment of the type of ditzy blonde that people who don’t watch Doctor Who assume all companions are. She spends most of her screen time being irritating and useless, mainly existing so that the Doctor has someone to mansplain the plot to. She does level up in bravery and cleverness towards the end of her run, and she and the Doctor develop a rather heartwarming father-daughter sort of bond, but even at her best, she’s a huge step down from the likes of Zoe or Barbara. Despite being a little more forward-thinking in other areas, the Third Doctor’s era might be remembered as the show’s most sexist period–if his final season didn’t introduce Sarah Jane Smith, arguably the most iconic companion in Doctor Who history. She’s smart! She’s funny! She has a real job (journalist) that’s often relevant to the plot! She never, ever wears a miniskirt! Could this be the final nail in the coffin for the show’s patronising attitude towards female characters? I guess only time will tell (but it’ll look pretty suspicious if the Doctor doesn’t start picking up male companions again soon).
Overall, I had a lot more fun with the Third Doctor than with his predecessors (and I didn’t mind them at all!). It’s starting to become obvious why this show had so much more staying power than other early sci-fi TV. Sure, it’s goofy, but it’s always so sincere and thoughtful that it’s hard to begrudge the goofiness, especially when there are so many moments of brilliance sprinkled into it. By the end of the Third Doctor’s run, his TARDIS is fixed, he’s got a well-established archenemy and a few new minor villains, he’s traveling with a new-and-improved companion, and the show in general has never looked better (literally or figuratively). The future (and past, and present) are looking bright for this show.
Best Serial: A much harder decision than in either of my previous Doctor Who posts! I think I’ll have to go with “Terror of the Autons.” Not only is it the story that introduces the Master, it’s also the first serial to be genuinely creepy at times, even by today’s standards. Never underestimate the scare factor of a department store mannequin–especially back in the ’70s! Honorable mention goes to the Third Doctor’s final serial, “Planet of the Spiders,” though, because, in spite of its extremely uncomfortable use of yellowface, it’s the first Doctor send-off that feels appropriately dramatic and emotional. Also, the villains are a matriarchal society of murderous spider puppets, and what’s not to love about that?
Worst Serial: “Planet of the Daleks.” Dalek episodes, especially in the early years of the show, have to walk a fine line between making the titular monsters comical or intimidating, and this serial went too far in the first direction. I love laughing at a capsized Dalek as much as the next Whovian, but it’s not enjoyable if they never feel like a threat before that. Like most of Season 10, it also has a lot of filler and annoying nothing characters. Honorable mention goes to “The Three Doctors,” not because it’s a terrible serial, but because it doesn’t live up to the hype of being the first multi-Doctor crossover. William Hartnell (who was in the final stages of his fatal illness at the time) only appears on a screen, the Second Doctor acts completely out of character for the sake of manufactured conflict with the Third, and the threat hardly feels epic enough to justify a crossover in the first place.
Best Companion: Sarah Jane Smith, easily. I do miss the days when the Doctor could have more than one companion, but her energy makes up for the lack of a larger group. I always prefer it when the Doctor’s companions feel like his equals, especially when they also don’t have objectifying outfits. I just wish Sarah Jane was introduced earlier in the Third Doctor’s run. Fortunately, Sarah Jane is also the first companion to stay on the show after a regeneration, so she’ll be sticking around for a bit.
Regardless, I’ll look back very fondly on the Third Doctor’s era. He has precisely the balance of whimsy, heroics, and wide-eyed idealism that I’ve always thought are essential to any version of the character, plus a flair for drama that few other incarnations have matched. When you’re an immortal alien who’s seen just about everything in the universe, past and future, it’s important to keep up a sense of style. And so far, the style of Pertwee’s Doctor is unmatched. But I have peeked ahead enough to know that a certain scarf is coming to challenge that statement…