
It's fast becoming a cliche that the TVM is a fine example of how not to reinvent Dr Who but the truth is that each part of the production partnership wanted the same thing - a successful American version of a British 'classic'. Hindsight is a great thing.

The American audience were witnessing a pivotal moment in their cultural history. Unfortunately
for the people in Hollywood and White City, the moment is commonly known as the 'last ever episode of Rosanne'. Any American people watching Dr Who were likely already fans of the show or at the very least Sci-fi fruitcakes, with dribble running down their chins. Under such circumstances US TV firms run away very quickly but just slower than their advertisers. And they did. After all, the chin dribblers were getting plenty from Fox already and they didn't need to spend millions of dollars on another show for just one tiny group of the population. This show had no legs.

Just as Michael Grade was right to cancel the programme in the mid 1980's so were the powers that be right to leave the TVM well alone. They were probably worried as to where it went next. Outer space? Back in time? Into the future? Who gives a toss? Where's my money?
Segal has spoken a number of times since the broadcast of having to make
certain decisions to please the backers. The major one being that Eric Roberts was connected to Fox Toosday Night Movie and therefore was contracted to appear in the show. Ironic then that Roberts' performance is now one of the highlights. His over the top hammy performance was just so spot on and in keeping with the script that you really want him in every scene. Moreover his brief portrayal of Bruce shows that his casting was more than suitable for the show.



Some of the decisions were bizarre but you can understand what they were trying to achieve in keeping the Britishness of the character but Americanising the drama. The problems stem from two areas of the production. The first is the script. Despite explaining the premise of Doctor Who in the first two minutes with a major info dump, Matthew Jacobs decides that the rest of the plot needs no explanation at all. There's some good pacing and wonderful lines for the Master but it's best not to delve too deeply into the story because you end up with more questions than answers.
Dr Grace Holloway takes all this in her stride considering. Within a few hours of killing the old Doctor, Jacobs' script has her snogging the new one, despite the fact that he's clearly just a nutter. Within minutes she's being chased on a police motorcycle by another nutter in an ambulance and she's wittering on about finally meeting the man of her alien dreams. Women.
The other big problem is the over the top direction.



The movie itself is great fun and I still enjoy watching it, largely for Roberts who makes a perfect Master for a Sunday afternoon. The TVM is categorically not 'bad' television but then neither is pantomime 'good' theatre.
P.S. Is this Character's surname 'Jenkins'. I feel we should be told!
Coming Soon: Revelation of the Daleks
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