By Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues
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So here we go with the penultimate episode so what to expect?
First I smell a baby daddy issue as Uncle Shaw seems to be closer to young Hiro than his Randa “Dad” in the aftermath of Keiko’s death. Where’s a paternity court when you need them?
Shaw leads an expedition to the Underspace (Hollow Earth as seen in Kong Vs Godzilla) like a reverse moon mission. Historically, the shots of the four pilots entering Doctor Suzuki’s deep Earth probe echo the shots of NASA astronauts boarding their shuttles for the space missions. Only this ship will penetrate the realm on the wake of a Titan. However the trip leaves near devastation in its wake. Similarly the explosive cliffhanger from last week leads to Kentaro being cut free from Monarch who tell him Cate, Shaw and May were killed in the implosion. However we now as an audience they are trapped in Underspace.
We discover how Shaw has not aged. He disappeared in 1962 and wakes in 1982 where he is greeted by a grown up Hiro. But Hiro is not keen on speaking to him as he mourned them all and moved on. But talk they do as Hiro finds out for Monarch what happened to Shaw’s mission. The story is told in a beautifully cinematic way making the Underspace a scarier place than we thought. Shaw ends up in the Monarch detention center the Randa’s rescued him from.
Kentaro meets his father whom he tells of Cate’s death in a heated moment with Kentaro blaming him for everything. But we learn Cate is alive and well when she is rescued from being savaged by a monster from the person she least expected tto see….Keiko is alive, well and still the age she was when she fell into the Underspace.
This is a much improved episode which delivers answers and the family drama is effective and not drawn out like it has been.
I have a feeling this will end on a cliffhanger which I hope it doesn’t unless there is a sharper written season two. But right now while this was a better episode, it still has not gained momentum enough to promise a second season. Maybe the finale will blow us away….
By Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues
I used to write and share interviews with another site. Recently I discovered three of my interviews had someone else’s name, Chevy Chase as Fletcher with photo of said character in a sad attempt to humiliate me and take my credit away for the interview. Thing was they forgot to remove my name from the bottom; what a horrible nasty thing to do. Credit belongs to the person who did the work, (screenshots available). Oops! So here is the interview I did in all its glory back where it belongs; on the Time Warriors site.
She is an Irish actress that has journeyed through time battling dinosaurs and finding true love in Primeval, fought sea monsters in the movie Grabbers drunk as a skunk and now makes history as the first Irish lady of time travel as she stepped through the Tardis doors to battle the Daleks alongside the eighth Doctor in the new Big Finish epic Dark Eyes. She is the first Irish companion in the show’s history both on and off the screen, something our man Owen has been campaigning for all his life apparently. Please meet the wonderful Ruth Bradley.
TW: Can you tell us a bit about yourself and how you got into acting?
RB: It’s a bit of a cliche but I can’t ever remember wanting to do anything else. So I started classes at the Gaeity School as a kid and got an agent at 15 and started working in Dublin. I moved to London straight after school and have been here ever since.
TW: How did the role of Molly come about? Did you have to audition?
RB: I didn’t have to audition, which is always nice. I got a call from my agent about playing Molly and jumped at the chance. I love studio voice work and haven’t done it in years. I had been the Irish language voice of the pink Power Ranger when I was 14. Strange but true.
TW: Molly packs so much into her four adventures, how much input did you have on the character?
RB: Molly is very much her own person while caring deeply for this strange man that has come into her life.
The scripts were all complete by the time I came on board and I think Nicholas [Briggs] had written her so brilliantly, Molly just jumped off the page. She was so well drawn that there was nothing character-wise to flesh out. I came up with the accent, which is stronger than my own, but the rest is all Nicholas. She came across as a woman ahead of her time in her fearlessness and I was really intrigued by the fact that when we first meet her, she seems quite harsh and even a little aggressive. I was interested in the challenge of bringing the audience around to warming to her after that initial introduction.
TW: Did you realize how much of a big deal the introduction of Molly was?
RB: The Dark Eyes box set has become a huge hit and has been promoted like it was a TV special. I had no idea how big a deal Molly’s introduction was. I just thought they were great scripts and I felt I could have a lot of fun playing her.
TW: Can you tell us about your first day of recording?
RB: All of the cast were there. It was very relaxed, we all had coffees and got straight to it in our booths. It was instantly a great and relaxed vibe.
TW: Molly is very much a lady before her time, strong, bolshy, a humanitarian and a perfect companion for the Doctor with a very strong back-story; did the script help you realize her better or did you see opportunities to expand on to make her even better? I thought the script was so well written, it was all there for interpretation. When a script is good, it’s like a bible and you keep referring to it. I think there is endless scope to where Molly could go. She adapts to any situation and develops a childlike awe throughout when introduced to the Doctor’s worlds.
TW: What is Paul McGann like to work with? He seems a real perfectionist and very passionate about his Doctor.
RB: He’s great. He’s very focused and professional and knows exactly what he’s doing but he’s also great fun and open to trying things. I just remember lots of laughing all day. 8 Given how the stories end, when can we expect Molly to return? I think Molly could definitely return. We shall see!
TW: If we could switch to Primeval for a minute; Emily was very much another lady before her time. An abusive husband and seeing that there was something else going on in Victorian London that just wasn’t right; bringing her to the 21st century as part of a time travelling crew seemed so natural for her. Many believe that the Primeval team had finally become the team it should be with characters from different times fighting together. Was this where the creators planned to take the series if it had gone to further seasons?
RB: Emily was another lady before her time and definitely adaptable to all times, as is Molly. She was thrust into the past and I think she developed strength through that process so she found it impossible to readjust to her Victorian home when she returned. I actually don’t know where the creators planned to take it after the final season. It was open-ended but it also felt like a perfect closing to the whole show.
Everyone talks about acting to a golf ball on a stick when working with these types of special effects. How did you find it? I enjoyed it very much. A little odd to begin with but I think the best way to describe it is like being a kid playing games. If you let go and rediscover that imagination children have, the golf ball on a stick does become a T-Rex or Future Predator or whatever you like!
It was a real shame Primeval ended when it did. Where would you have liked to have taken Emily’s character if it had progressed? I think she would have made a great strategist with her knowledge of living in many times. I also would have liked to see her get a driver’s licence at some stage!
TW: You’ve also done Grabbers, which is a gem of a movie. Did your Primeval experience work in your favour when fighting the Grabbers?
RB: Yes, I think Primeval was great for that because I had some experience of the green screen and CGI beasts world. Paddy Eason from Nvizible was on set all the time, on hand to show us a drawing or early creation of a grabber in motion, which was really helpful before certain takes.
TW: I thought it was a great movie – only the Irish could defeat monsters while drunk as lords. There was a great chemistry between the leads. I imagine you all had a great laugh making it.
RB: We really did. It was such a great cast and crew. Unbelievably bad weather conditions didn’t even break the camaraderie! We just got on so well and all felt we were working with a great script and wanted to serve it well. It was a real ensemble job.
TW: Do you now realize you are the First Irish Lady of sci-fi? You’re up there with Colm Meaney and Liam Neeson! Are you a sci-fi fan?
RB: That’s extremely kind! I hadn’t thought of it. I do enjoy sci-fi. Basically, as long as you’ve got great characters and a strong script, you can’t go wrong.
TW: Finally, what new projects have you lined for the future? Personally, I would love to see Molly deal with the Eleventh Doctor.
RB: I’ve just finished shooting a movie called The Sea which will be out later in the year. Not sci-fi I’m afraid, but hopefully there will be more of that in the future, and some more Molly.
TW: Ruth, thank you so much and don’t leave it too long before Molly steps through those TARDIS doors again.
By Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues
Back in the 80s, the American soap operas dominated the airwaves. Dallas and Who Shot JR was the biggest cliffhanger in soap opera history and set the world talking about it in such a frenzy. Dynasty and Falcon Crest were the big boys to the point Dallas got its spin off, Knots Landing, and so Dynasty got one too in the form of the Colbys starring Charlton Heston and Stephanie Beacham.
However, unlike Knots Landing, the Colbys were cancelled after just two seasons. So in the wake of the Bobby in the shower cliffhanger in Dallas and with each show going for bigger and better showstoppers like plane crashes, earthquakes, death and terrorists at wedding massacres, the producers of the Colbys decided to go out in the craziest ending of all time. And what could be crazier than a UFO carrying off one of the cast?
Now they did put money into it with the guys behind the special effects of Close Encounters of the Third Kind designing the ship. It looks great and who couldn’t fail to get excited when the ship lifts off from the classic desert setting, does a U-turn in midair and flies right at the camera then stopping in freeze frame with the dramatic soundtrack booming.
The effect is visually stunning and utilises the common UFO scenarios of an alien abduction to great effect leaving the audience gasping. In a nice touch, Fallon’s experience aboard the UFO is referenced and shown in flashback when Fallon and Jeff return to parent show Dynasty. Casual sci-fi fans should be aware of this given the effects and the guys behind it.
If nothing else, it gives the Bobby in the shower cliffhanger a huge run for its money. Awesome!
By Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues
I was recently made aware of just how many movies and television shows the younger generation have never heard of, never mind seen. So to that end, we look back at some characters you really need to see before you kick the bucket.
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Most villains end up showing some degree of compassion or become good guys when they see the error of their ways like Vader. But there are the ones that are just pure bastards that will walk over nuns and children to their very last breath just so they get their own way. One such example is the hulking Kurgan from the first Highlander movie back in 1986.
You know the one; where Sean Connery is an Egyptian Spanish immortal that speaks in a Scottish accent. Before you ridicule, it’s Sean Bloody Connery; he can do what he wants (plus a certain Jean Luc Picard should be as French as frog legs and croissants but is more Downton Abbey…but I digress).
The Kurgan is one of the immortals destined to fight other immortals to behead them and absorb their power. The thing is, you don’t know you’re immortal until someone kills you. So imagine a bloodthirsty power-house, that cares for no-one or nothing but his own selfish needs, suddenly discovering he is immortal. In order to claim the ultimate prize, each time you behead a fellow immortal, their essence is released. It takes the form of a white storm and you’re lifted into the air as lightning wracks your body. No matter what the time period, the Kurgan manages to revel in the dark side of society waiting for the day he can face Connor MacLeod (Christopher Lambert), take his head and be granted the Prize at the Gathering. In the end, as they say, there can be only one and the Kurgan fully intends to be that One. The Kurgan has no name but comes from an ancient tribe from Russia; a tribe so vile and horrible they threw children into pits of starving dogs just for sport. He is a savage that is the perfect warrior and the strongest of all the immortals. He would, in the 20th century, take the name Victor Kruger and be equally as unfriendly as Freddy.
Clancy Brown is a great actor and an imposing presence and as a kid, his sheer raw hatred and desire to be the One knew no bounds. He would stop at nothing to achieve it and his yellow brick road is soaked with the blood of hundreds if not thousands of slaughtered bodies, including ordinary people, which he now sees as pawns to be used in his games.
We first meet him in the year 1536 when the clan MacLeod go into battle against the clan Frazer, the Kurgan in their ranks. He reminds the clan leader Murdoch to remember their bargain and that Connor MacLeod is his. The Kurgan is on his horse, his head bowed slightly wearing a fanged animal skull as a battle helmet. Clancy Brown’s distinctive face is perfect adorned by that animal skull and in full armour wielding his sword. Now it is not known what sort of animal it is but it is a type of sabre toothed creature which is extinct. This may be an indication of just how long Kurgan has been around. Immortal hunting takes decades as they hide themselves well and you’re not exactly tripping over them in the street. Add to that they are global so it’s not an easy kill. People like Murdoch Frazer are a lower species to the Kurgan, a disposable means to an end. As MacLeod has yet to discover that he is immortal, the Kurgan has him in his sights. Every other MacLeod can fall but he wants Connor for himself. Just as well immortals are sterile; one Kurgan is bad enough.
Confused as to why none of the Frazers will battle him, Connor soon finds out why when the Kurgan rears over him as lightning splits the sky. Such a nightmarish figure is he that the Kurgan takes advantage at the frozen Connor and stabs him through the side. We have just seen the Kurgan gallop over men killing them as he goes in order to get to Connor so wounding him to bring him to his knees is a nice tease for the audience. As Kurgan raises his sword and cries ‘there can be only one’, Connor’s cousins drag the Kurgan away while he yells “another time MacLeod.”
One what? Why didn’t the Kurgan just lop Connor’s head off there and then? A great example of show not tell. Somehow the Kurgan knew about Connor and when he discovers later that Ramirez has trained Connor to defeat him then his focus is multiplied. Connor is the only one that can possibly stop him but the question remains, how did the Kurgan know that? When they meet again, the Kurgan has assimilated into the eighties (or present day to those of us who were alive back then). He is still hunting immortals and goes by the name Victor Kruger. He has slicked back black hair and prefers leather jackets like a goth type figure. He also likes his Queen, who sing of winning the prize and being the one. What a coincidence (thanks Queen, best soundtrack ever). MacLeod is now called Nash, an antique dealer.
MacLeod is still very much on his radar and there are literally a handful of immortals left. The Gathering is fast approaching. New York will be their final battle and only the arrival of the police stops the Kurgan almost killing Connor. No matter what; Connor must not allow the Kurgan to take the Prize.
The Kurgan’s tactical stabbing of Connor and his subsequent rise from the dead ends with Connor being banished from his clan. He lives in the wilds with his wife Heather but the story of the man who rose from the dead and exiled to the wilderness allows both Ramirez and the Kurgan to track Connor down. This is a valuable lesson that highlights the difference between both men. Refusing to leave Heather so she can meet someone and have children, Connor is devastated when he outlives her. He loves her with all his heart but a good woman like that is a plaything to the Kurgan; a mere vehicle to release his base desires upon, torture and mutilate. In literally ten minutes, the Kurgan decapitates Ramirez, destroys Connor’s home and rapes Heather. His power and appetite for destruction knows no bounds. It is symbolic of his effect on Connor’s life. As long as the Kurgan exists Connor can have nothing. We get a taste of the destruction the Kurgan will bring when a crowd witness him impaling a man on his sword, consumed the essence of the fallen immortal then steals a car with an old woman in it. he calls her mom and speeds off where she ends on clinging to the bonnet her husband more worried about his car than her.
Whatever it takes to pass the centuries. Connor realises that with the loss of both Ramirez and his wife, that he cannot be with anyone again. He must lead a solitary life, adapting to the times until the Gathering happens wandering and adopting Ramirez’s katana. Everything he wanted he can never have, leaving him alone to ponder the millennia of darkness that will fall if the Kurgan wins.
On a side note, the entire sequence of Connor and Heather’s life together played against the Queen song ‘Who Wants to Live Forever’ breaks my heart every time. Seeing heather grow old, can it be that Connor is the most selfish of them all for not giving his beloved up so she could have a family. When she says she wanted to have his children, it is clear she blames herself when in fact the fault lies with him. Excuse me a moment folks, things got a little blurry there as I watch it to write this piece. Gets me every time.
It says a lot for the menace of the Kurgan when you spend centuries looking over your shoulder for that face or that telltale glint of a sword in the moonlight. In the end they will all be drawn to New York for the final battle.
Like Eddie Hall going up against the Mountain, the Kurgan is not adverse to using mind games to shake Connor. On Heather’s birthday, Connor keeps his promise of lighting a candle for her when the Kurgan tracks him down. The House of God seems an ironic setting for these two given God is not even on the Kurgan’s radar. He mocks the nuns, wishing them a happy Halloween and puts out the candles the devout have lit for the dead. Even the priest is not immune to his taunting’s about God and totally disrupts the cathedral. He has shaved his head as a disguise. But together with his stitched throat scars, he looks more like Frankenstein’s monster (which everyone refers to as Frankenstein anyway). There is a look of Hellraiser about him like this. Now they are the final two.
If Connor ever needed a final spark to push him to beat the Devil, it is when he discovers Kurgan raped Heather thinking it was Ramirez’s woman. She never mentioned it to Connor and kept it secret until she died. On this night it will be the spirits of Heather and Ramirez that truly defeat the Kurgan.
But ever mindful of a tactical advantage , the Kurgan kidnaps Brenda Wyatt whom Connor has developed a relationship with. He terrifies her by playing chicken on the city streets and running innocent people down before playing Brenda’s terrified screams over the phone to him.
Their final fight is in the Silvercup studios. It is brutal, violent and literally destroys the place including a water tower that floods the room. Connor uses all of Ramirez’s training to slice away at the Kurgan who, even when the final blow comes and his head comes off, is laughing.
There is a something about the Kurgan that sparks imaginings of dark magic and sorcery making the audience’s imaginations run wild. In the novelisation it reveals that he first died in 970 BC. He was murdered by his father who smashed his head in with a rock and upon returning to life, murdered him in return by making him swallow a hot rock. He then fled to join bandits to avoid punishment and met the Bedouin. He would teach the young Kurgan all about the Gathering but presumably was beheaded at some point. After that and perhaps because his own father killed him, the Kurgan became a ruthless warrior battling alongside the Mongol hordes, the Vikings and Visigoths to name but a few. No-one would ever do that to him again and when you immerse yourself in such violence then it becomes your very nature. Or it could be said that becoming the ultimate warrior in those battles then you will be the One.
They wanted Clancy back for the sequel Highlander 2: The Quickening but on seeing the script and the money said no. The Kurgan would be mentioned in the Highlander television show but the four-part comic book series Highlander: Way of the Sword delves much deeper into the Kurgan. The meetings with Connor we see in the movie were not the only ones that happened.
There are many villains on and off screen but few that leave an impact not only on big screen history but on pop culture as a whole. Whenever I see Clancy Brown now in anything, I always picture the Kurgan, a monster not born out of devil worship but the darkest recesses of man himself and what he is capable of in the quest for power.
By and copyright of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues
“I got outside and realised I only had my hospital gown on which promptly fell off because it wasn’t tied at the back. I was naked…almost. When they do an operation like this, you’re fitted with a catheter. So there I am, naked as the day I was born with a big frigging catheter hanging between my legs. I am scundered, I thought to myself. I tried to remove it but my zombie fingers wouldn’t work.”For far too long zombies have been seen as the monsters they are not so it’s time for a few changes! Welcome to Zombie Blues where you will discover what really goes on behind those dead eyes and shuffling walk. You will meet ten different zombies each with a story to tell. From Vegetarian Zombie to Kidney Trans[plant Zombie to The Zombie who would be King, you will reevaluate everything you thought you knew about the undead. You will finally get to hear their side of the story. What lies behind their tears and how did the apocalypse really begin? Enter if you dare because everything you knew about zombies is about to change.
SAVE THE PLANET ZOMBIE
Hi, I’m Lily Taunton from Chicago and I’m a zombie. It’s pretty obvious I know.
Not my first choice to be honest but it’s hard enough to walk about when you’re dead without the added weight of a backpack.
So what’s in the backpack I hear you ask? I don’t? Well, I’m going to tell you anyway because this is my story and if irony had a face, it’d be mine; not the last guy you were talking to.
As you know, Mother Nature did something to bring about the rise of the undead to help clean up the planet from the scourge of humanity. The irony lies in what I did when I was a human.
I was the ultimate save the planet girl.
I sponsored animals in those adverts you see. I joined protests about the ozone layer both in person and online. I recycled, switched to energy saving bulbs, the works. I even got to go on a protest overseas to stop Japanese whaling ships. Any group that wanted help to stop and reverse the damage we as a species were doing to the planet, I was there. I even stopped using deodorant and got a bike.
Don’t be smirking. A girl can keep fresh with an active life while saving the world. That’s what my backpack has in it as well as leaflets and booklets to hand out to people on how the smallest change at home can make a difference.
I used to watch people bustle past me, blindly grabbing the leaflets from me with a grunt of an acknowledgment before dropping it in the nearest bin. That annoyed me and as I watched their retreating backs, I wondered if they had children at home and what sort of world those kids would see, If only their parents took the time to listen just for a moment. Still, at least they didn’t litter.
So it’s ironic that even as an undead, I’m helping save the planet in Mother Nature’s perverse way but stuck in this zombie body. We have no choice and I wonder if I wouldn’t have been better dying in the outbreak. I came out of a side street on the bike and was hit by a car. I remember a thud, the world turning, a pain in my head and then nothing. My last thought was that the driver didn’t watch the caution adverts on TV about cyclists.
I know now the zombie outbreak had started so people were rushing home to their families. It was timed to cause maximum chaos and disruption. I was the ant under the boot so to speak.
I must have died, my neck broken I think because I came to as a zombie. I could feel my head was tilted at a funny angle. My helmet had come off with the impact of the crash and my penny glasses were gone. But the back pack had stayed.
Did I mention I was a vegan too? Now meat, well flesh, is my only appetite. I can’t communicate but I hear the song of Mother Nature in my head. I hear her plan for the extermination of the human race and when the last one dies, the entire zombie nation will simply lie down on the nearest grassy patch and decompose. We will help fertilise the land again.
It’s pretty clear my life and undeath, if you will, was always to follow the path of saving the environment but the zombie part never really figured into the equation to be honest. You’d think it would be the perfect dream for me, complete symmetry knowing that I achieved what my life had been about. The Earth will survive despite all we did to it and that’s good.
You’d think I would be happy with that as a lifelong environmentalist. I’m not because I fought for a better future for humanity, to educate them to what they were doing, not this genocide. Mother Nature would thrive. Human cities would be reclaimed by the plants and trees. There’d be very few mammals though; we sort of eat them too.
Ever wondered about that guys? Why we eat anything that moves except fish and insects and birds? Well, the bird one is obvious. We can barely grab humans or dogs without sufficient quantities never mind something that can sit in a tree and give us one of those looks that only a bird can do. It’s very simple. You know humans taste like chicken to us but we see only an infrared thermal signature
By Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues
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A friend of mine suggested I skip to the last ninety seconds of this episode and save myself the bother of watching the rest of it. But I couldn’t. I have to watch it all to form my own opinion.
I have to say, he was right. The Randas have now met and spoken with the bosses of Monarch who claim this is their legacy. We get some more daddy talk and the opening scene in 1955 shows that Shaw and Keiko are missing their baby boy and hate the fact their work takes them away from him. Hang on, so Shaw and Keiko did the horizintal dance and conceived the Randa’s dad? So Willy Randa is not their father after all? Is Shaw looking at his own grandchildren which explains how he knows Hiroshi’s movements so well. Even Cate says she thought at one point Shaw was going to tell her exactly that. But we see that Willaim clearly has strong feelings for Keiko too which she is not resistant to.
But we get one conversation after another and learn that Shaw is going to the scene of Keiko’s death in episode one, Kazakhstan. This exposition should be much tighter and over a couple of episodes ago. At this point I feel like slapping Hiroshi myself just so his kids could meet him and explain himself. Then again that would only open up even more talky episodes. Thank God the Titans are taking their time to allow the humans to act out their inner frustrations.
Godzilla is on his way and Shaw is here to seal the entrance to the Hollow Earth. He deploys a bomb and has a conversation, another conversation with Cate as he does so. However there is an earthquake as more monsters come up from below. May, Shaw and Cate fall into the shaft which we know leads to the Hollow Earth but nevertheless it is a great cliffhanger as Kentaro escapes just as Shaw’s bomb goes off.
With only two episodes to go this feels like a wasted opprtuniy which started well and sagged badly in the middle. Can they leave is wuth a spectacular ending? If they don’t there will be no second season which is a pity as this could have been great.
By Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues
When a celebrity passes, social media is filled with a multitude of reports and tributes to whomever has died. Today the literal legend David Soul passed away surrounded by family at the age of 80. Many people simply shrug it off which they should because they only know the characters the actor has played and not the real person. However you cannot help but feel their passing because they may have played a character in a series that has sat with you since childhood.
David Soul will for me always be synonymous with the role of Hutch in Starsky and Hutch and Ben Mears in Salem’s Lot. From 1975 to 1979 they were the hardest duo on television with their perfect on screen chemistry and distinctive car, the Ford Gran Torino with its red body and white stripe down either side. They kept the streets safe and we would watch it faithfully as a family every week. Soul was a great foil for Starsky played by Paul Michael Glaser. They had a comedic timing that made them mesmerising. For me as a kid without doing any research at all for this, I remember them facing a vampire, the two part Plague episode and the one with the Satanists that always freak me out. You cared about them because they were so believable. Starsky was prepared tp make a deal with the Devil in order to save Hutch from dying. There was a love between these two men that had rarely been seen up to that point on television. Hrd guys on the outside, there was a vulnerability there that made the audience root for them.
Starsky was the hard nosed street wise cop while Hutch was the more level headed sophisticated intellectual one but they complimented each other perfectly. When they faced the Satanists on a cabin weekeend, Hutch spent his time trying to persuade a whining nature hating Starsky into enjoying himself even when he is caught in a trap in his red long johns and a rattlesnake placed in their fridge to kill them both. They went undercover as hair stylists, cowboys, wealthy oil barons and mime artists amongst other things while they were aided by Huggy Bear and Chief played by Bernie Hamilton. Indeed Hutch’s iconic jump on to a car in the opening credits made me want to do it bt never did. It did leave Soul however with back injuries so maybe just as well.
As well as an actor Soul was a successful singer and songwriter with several hits under his belt which I remember vividly.
But what endeared David Soul into my psyhe was his turn as Ben Mears in the Tobe Hooper version of Stephen King’s Salem’s Lot. To this very day it remains my favourite of the King adaptations and has left scars that will never heal.
There has never been a vampire show as terrifying as Salem’s Lot and pitting Soul against the sly Straker played by the late and great James Mason was a stroke of genius. They make an onscreen pair that I can only ascribe to a cobra facing a mongoose. Soul delivers a performance so far from Hutch that it made audiences sit up and take notice. Some of the most terrifying memories I have are when Ben is sitting in the morgue waiting for the mother of Ralph and Danny Glick to revive as a vampire. Part of him is not sure it will happen but he makes himself a crucifix anyway. As the animated body begins coming back to life, Soul’s performance is that of abject terror. His hands are shaking so bad as the monster ries, he struggles to complete the prayer he is reciting.
It is a beautiful moment as its success relies totally on Soul’s terrified reaction. Mrs Glick rises with the sheet over her head calling for her boys just like any cncerned mother. But when the sheet falls away we see the blue skinned vampire that quickly changes from mother to monster when she sees Ben. He manages to press his cross to her head causing her to vanish.
In another performance fuelled scene, his telling his old teacher Jason Burke of what he saw in the Marsten house as a boy and of Hubie hanging by his neck that has haunted him to this day. His delivery is emotional and evocative which all helped add to the horror of this mini series. There is no super hero here just a man trying to save his home from a deadly creature. The irony is that Mears’s fears are not his imagination but something very real that will swallow even the most innocent of souls. Given the ending it is a great tale that reminds us that the battle against evil is never over.
Indeed, Soul took the villainous role in the Dirty Harry movie Magnum Force. Here he was the leader of a team of rogue cops, Officer John Davis, that carry out their own justice on those criminals that have beaten the legal system. Going toe to toe with Clint Eastwood showed that given the role, Soul could hold his own against the likes of greats like Eastwood.
Of course, I could not possibly finish wothout mentioning David Soul’s only Star Trek appearance in the episode The Apple. He played Makora, a native of Gamma Trianguli VI ruled over by the supercomputer Vaal. Vaal wants Kirk and co dead so Makora is shown how to smash their heads open with a club. This Garden of Eden is maintained by Vaal who keeps the natives from progressing. When Kirk destroys the computer Makor it seems will be one of th first to createe babiess with his partner Sayanna as Vaal outlawed normal life.
Everything ends and that is always sad but as long as fans are hooked by Starsky and Hutch or Salem’s Lot or listen to the songs of David Soul, he will never truly be gone. I off course, have only touched on those performances that stuck with me but there are so many others that will come to saddened fans all over the world tonight. Those who pass continue to exist in our hearts and minds as long as we remember them and tell their story. For me, it will always be Salem’s Lot and the scratching at the window.
By and copyright of Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues
“I got outside and realised I only had my hospital gown on which promptly fell off because it wasn’t tied at the back. I was naked…almost. When they do an operation like this, you’re fitted with a catheter. So there I am, naked as the day I was born with a big frigging catheter hanging between my legs. I am scundered, I thought to myself. I tried to remove it but my zombie fingers wouldn’t work.”For far too long zombies have been seen as the monsters they are not so it’s time for a few changes! Welcome to Zombie Blues where you will discover what really goes on behind those dead eyes and shuffling walk. You will meet ten different zombies each with a story to tell. From Vegetarian Zombie to Kidney Trans[plant Zombie to The Zombie who would be King, you will reevaluate everything you thought you knew about the undead. You will finally get to hear their side of the story. What lies behind their tears and how did the apocalypse really begin? Enter if you dare because everything you knew about zombies is about to change.
From behind me came a guttural slurping and a shambling figure dressed in nurse’s scrubs. She was hunched over, moving stiffly as if she had piles. Poor woman, I thought. I’ve never had piles myself but arse like a vineyard comes to mind; just saying.
I tried to call out and found I heard the same sounds she was making coming out of me. She twisted upon hearing me and I couldn’t believe it. It was a frigging zombie! But that was impossible so it had to be a really drunk nurse.
Well that’s it, I thought to myself, they’ve frigging overdosed me and I’m hallucinating.
I see undead people. Jesus, that’s all I need.
Not even a bit of spliff would make you see that.
The nurse gurgled something then walked or rather shuffled on.
That’s it, I thought. That’s why I’m on my own. They all got pissed when I was asleep and they’re all lying blocked somewhere. That nurse is probably away to throw up somewhere. I’ll be suing, I vowed, I bloody will. The NHS is getting beyond a joke.
I had to move. If I could even find a wheelchair to get back to the ward and find help, I’d be alright.
I braced myself to move, knowing full well I’d probably be in agony with the wound. I managed to get on my side with surprisingly no effort and was able to swing my legs off the bed. I felt a jolt as I slipped off the bed and onto the cold clinical floor.
Well, that was easier than I thought, I reasoned. It must be a very high dose where I can’t feel pain. Bet when it wears off, I’ll be in so much frigging pain I’ll be crying. I needed to get back to the ward as soon as possible before I collapsed somewhere. I staggered to the doors and pushed them open.
All I saw were blood stains and bodies among which shuffled the odd drooling zombie. Something at that point told me I wasn’t hallucinating after all. Every zombie movie swam through my head. Stab them in the head. Damn, I better get a big scalpel from somewhere or out shuffle them; that would be good too.
I got past the first one and to my surprise, it ignored me just like the nurse had done. That was good. That was one step closer to home. My mind was reeling from the drugs but I needed to move faster. I tried but staggered into the closest wall.
Suddenly my brain exploded as the true nature of what had happened flooded my brain. What the hell did Mother Nature do? I don’t even like chicken! What about my second chance at life? All my plans were screwed! I’m a frigging zombie! A FRIGGING ZOMBIE!!
By Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues
I used to write and share interviews with another site. Recently I discovered three of my interviews had someone else’s name, Chevy Chase as Fletcher with photo of said character in a sad attempt to humiliate me and take my credit away for the interview. Thing was they forgot to remove my name from the bottom; what a horrible nasty thing to do. Credit belongs to the person who did the work, (screenshots available). Oops! So here is the interview I did in all its glory back where it belongs; on the Time Warriors site.
He’s the man that brought together the fifth and seventh Doctors, Pitted the Doctor against Hitler, saw the eighth Doctor battle Ice Warriors, gave the tenth Doctor his first solo outing in the Eyeless, reinvented the entire series in the Infinity Doctors and even managed to put in a stint on Emmerdale. The Nerd caught up recently with the legend that is Lance Parkin to talk about his work.
TW: Lance, thanks for talking to us, first off, has Doctor Who always been your first love?
LP: Short answer: yes. I’ve been watching longer than I can remember, the first book I bought was The Cave Monsters, when I was five. Most, not all, of my enduring friendships are people I’ve met via Doctor Who. I feel the need to stress that I’m a functional human being who does other stuff, but I had a discussion with some pals the other day where we were all wondering what our lives would look like without Doctor Who. Some people’s lives would look just the same. There’s just no way my life would, personally or professionally.
TW: You got started by writing for fanzines like Seventh Door. How did that come about?
LP: I met the editor of Matrix, Mark Jones, at university. I wrote some stuff for Matrix. The thing that was most popular I did was a series of articles about the fictional history of the Doctor Who universe, and so that was expanded into a (very slim) book version.
TW: So how did you get your first commission with Just War?
LP: Virgin encouraged new writers due to their commitment to the development of the next generation of international young authorial talent, and by the convenient total coincidence that those people thought a five hundred quid signature advance was wealth beyond the dreams of avarice. Virgin had a writers’ guide, and … well, I read it and followed the instructions. I was reading the books, I knew the sort of thing they’d done, overdone, not done, and I decided to write a ‘pure historical’, I decided to go for this ludicrous idea, which was ‘Doctor Who fighting the Nazis, played straight’. And that was my first submission. Gareth Roberts had been paid by Virgin to work down the slushpile, he picked out mine as one worth pursuing. I’d written three sample chapters and a synopsis, the synopsis changed beyond all recognition, the three sample chapters were almost word for word as published. I had Rebecca Levene as my editor and when she talked about my book, it became manifestly obvious she understood it far better than I did, so I just listened to her and followed her advice. Then I made a note of the wordcount and delivery date on the contract and took that into account when I was writing the book, which apparently makes me weird in the world of publishing but editors seem to like it. They’d commissioned two more books from me before Just War was published. I just thought becoming a writer was like that, I didn’t know I was born.
The thing that’s startling about it now … I was 23 when I was commissioned. I wasn’t even the youngest. Rebecca Levene was only a couple of years older than me. I wasn’t a kid at 23, but … well, if I went back in time to one of those NA authors’ gatherings now, I’d be the oldest person in the room who wasn’t Terrance Dicks. That’s the appeal of the NAs, I think – that kind of sneer and everything’s possible you get in Grant Morrison’s stuff from around then, or listening to early Blur. I wouldn’t for a moment claim that Doctor Who was rock n roll when it was the New Adventures, but it did have a certain youthful energy.
TW: There was quite a bit of backlash on certain fronts for the show back then. How did you feel about it?
LP: The TV show had failed, that was the truth of it. It had become tired and shoddy, with glimmers of promise but also moments of madness. A lot of fans really felt that if the BBC just treated it right, gave it some attention and allocated some top talent to it, it would be the biggest show in the world. Well, guess what, we called it, didn’t we?
But the key to it is that Doctor Who existed in this bubble. TV drama had moved on to things like Morse and the Jeremy Brett Sherlock Holmes – filmed, with a real attention to detail and based around strong scripts. Science fiction at the time was cyberpunk, Terminator 2 and Robocop, Watchmen and Iain Banks. The show in 1989 seemed to think the competition was the fourth season of Blakes 7. All the books did was say ‘we’re reading Neil Gaiman and Grant Morrison, watching Babylon 5 and the X Files, too’.
I re-read a couple of NAs recently … they’re very much the product of their times, as old now as glam rock was then, but they stand up. They’re ahead of their time, in the sense that they’re doing a lot of the things the new TV show understands it has to do.
TW: And of course you did one of the few multi Doctor novels. Why did you pick the fifth and seventh Doctors?
LP: They represented the starkest contrast, I think – a young, fresh Doctor versus a cynical, seasoned one. The high concept was simple: they land on the same planet, at the same time, take one look at the conflict and … pick different sides. I also wanted to crash the styles together, so you’ve got this fifth Doctor aesthetic of guest stars, eighties eye makeup and small brightly-lit sets (Terry and June are in it, so are Adam and the Ants), then the Adjudicators and brutal stuff from the NAs. It couldn’t just be two characters bickering, that’s cute fanboy stuff on TV, but meaningless in a book – I could have had all the Doctors there, if I wanted, it’s just as easy to type – so it had to be a clash of ideology, of styles of telling a Doctor Who story. In the end, I think the fan stuff drowns out the bigger points I was trying to make about conflict. I was trying to process the break up of Yugoslavia with comedy robots and jokes about Tegan’s accent, and those are probably not the best tools for the job.
TW: There was a classic moment in that story when the fifth Doctor notices the look of sadness on his other self’s face when he sees Adric. It was so beautifully written, you could feel the poignancy; something that the television series touched on for the seventh Doctor’s persona.
LP: Thanks. It’s a fairly obvious story beat, and it was just about finding a way of doing it without the seventh Doctor going ‘but but but … you’re DEAD!’. I think there’s got to be something quite dismal about being a time traveller, hasn’t there? You know when you watch an old movie and there’s that moment where you realise that the sexy young actors are all dead now? The Doctor’s got to have days like that. Yeah, he’s an eternal optimist, and he can go back and celebrate and meet people in their prime, or whatever, but when he meets Orson Welles on the set of Citizen Kane, surely at the back of his mind he’s thinking ‘your last film role is as the voice of Unicron’? Just occasionally, that’s got to catch him out.
TW: How did you feel when you were offered the opportunity to write the final New Adventures, the Dying Days for Paul McGann’s Doctor. Were the Ice Warriors a species you waned to have a crack at?
LP: I was offered that book literally because everyone else was too busy – I was the fifteenth choice writer, or something, and Virgin needed it in six weeks and I was at a loose end because I’d just finished my Masters degree. It’s a book that started life as a Pertwee UNIT Missing Adventures proposal, Cold War. The Ice Warriors … sure. I didn’t have a burning desire, but they were a nice, simple monster with that built-in sense that they weren’t entirely evil.
TW: Is it difficult to write for each Doctor given the different personalities on TV?
LP: No. There’s a difficulty generally which is that if you’re writing for TV, the actor’s there, so by definition you’re going to get a David Tennanty performance or a Matt Smithy one, even if they’re both working from the same script. They can say the same lines, but their own way, and they’ll nail the tenth or eleventh Doctoryness of it. With a novel, you have to pay some attention to the mannerisms. With The Eyeless, Kate Orman and Lloyd Rose both acted as my ‘when does the tenth Doctor put on his glasses?’ consultants. It’s something that’s best done with a light touch, I think – you’re careful to keep mentioning the long coat or the question-mark umbrella or whatever, but you try to keep it looking casual. Each incarnation is basically the same, obviously they have the same function in the story. And it’s a novel, not some forensic exercise in writing down what a TV episode would look like. What I’ve found is that if you get the novelistic stuff right, people accept the rest. Gareth Roberts always used to say he that when he did the fourth Doctor and Romana, he wasn’t writing Tom Baker and Lalla Ward, he was writing Dougal and Florence from the Magic Roundabout, but everyone always told him he’d really captured the essence of Tom and Lalla’s performance.
TW: I have to ask, which one do you like writing for the most?
LP: I’ve written for a narrow range of them. Five, six, seven, eight and ten. I think the fifth is the one with the most meat on the bones, the one you can get the best novel out of. But the Doctor’s a real gift of a character, really easy to write for.
TW: I’ve said to you before that the Infinity Doctors was the book I most wanted to see made for screen. It was a complete re-imagining that worked so perfectly and could easily feature past Doctors in alternate roles. How do you come up with this stuff?
LP: The Infinity Doctors was an attempt to start Doctor Who again as novels, instead of trying to recreate the TV show. TV and film are superficial. That’s not a criticism, it’s just a fact: you’re looking at and hearing it, you’re not getting under the skin. Any attempt to limit yourself to that in a book, you end up making an annotated script for an unmade TV episode. So I tried to do a very prose-heavy story based around the sort of things novels do best: allusions, psychology, wordplay, digressions. So, yeah, it’s Arc of Infinity, but it’s not just that. I aim to make my Who novels deceptive when it comes to being like TV stories.
TW: You also have done reference books for the show. Are you one of those fans that try to make sense of the series timeline? You did an amazing job on it and you recently released an updated version didn’t you?
LP: Ha. I was as a teenager, I didn’t realise there was a career in it. Mad Norwegian have just published their third edition of the book, my fifth. It started out as notecards when I was twelve, and trying to piece things together. It’s now a book that’s about as long as the Old and New Testament combined. It’s a really obvious idea for a book, and I love the fact it’s now tottering on the edge of absolute insanity because it includes so much. I wanted to include the cigarette cards, and wrote an entry for them, but Lars, my editor, wouldn’t let me.
TW: Because of the detail you put into them, was that what led you to the Star Trek and Alias books?
LP: Virgin would actively want books from their authors, and they could be anything, pretty much. They had a line of episode guides, and I loved Alias, my pal Mark Clapham liked Alias, we’d both worked for them, so we persuaded them to publish it. It does have one of the oddest covers of any book I’ve ever seen, a picture of a rather nice looking person, Jennifer Garner, cropped and colour balanced so that you actively recoil from the image. Which I don’t really understand as a marketing tactic, but, y’know, marketing people get paid a great deal more than authors, so they’ve got to be right, yeah?
TW: You created the Doctor’s first daughter in Miranda and there was a limited comic series based on her. you were lucky enough to resolve her storyline in Father Time. Why did the comic end after three issues?
LP: It was the first comic from its publisher, and it was glossy and the three issues they put out sold loads, but it just wasn’t making enough money. Making comics, then getting them into shops, takes a lot of time. We had a black and white science fiction comic with a female lead, and that’s basically three strikes against it in the current comics market. It was a great deal of fun while it lasted.
TW: You are one of the few Doctor Who writers that have literally crossed the board in the books and they go for a fortune. That must be a great legacy for you.
LP: The legacy there is that people still talk about them. The Infinity Doctors was the 35th anniversary book, next year is the fiftieth, and people are still talking about The Infinity Doctors, and people are buying it again now it’s available as an ebook and print-on-demand title. There are a lot of serious, high profile writers who would kill to have their books discussed as long and hard as the Doctor Who books are.
TW: How did you get into the production side of Emmerdale?
LP: Um … sheer nepotism and proximity. Gareth Roberts was appointed script editor, and it’s based in Leeds and I lived in a Yorkshire village, so one day I got a phone call from the producer of Emmerdale asking if I’d like to come in and talk about being a storyline writer on a soap opera I’d never actually watched. So I watched some episodes and read some scripts and I thought some of it was brilliant and some of it was terrible, and I said that at the interview and the producer nodded and then I got the job. I was basically Lutz out of 30 Rock, if that helps picture my place in the scheme of things. If you watch the show and don’t remember which one’s Lutz, that’s probably appropriate. I was there for about two years, then I spent another couple of years writing Emmerdale related books of various types.
TW: What story would you like to do but never got the chance?
LP: I’d love to have done a Dalek story. It was on the cards for a while at BBC Books – I wrote a synopsis for a book called Enemy of the Daleks. It was an eighth Doctor book that would have come out around the time Parallel 59 did. It had a Dalek saucer crashing into a 747 over an Australian coastal town and a couple of Daleks surviving in the wreckage. It started small, then the Daleks realised the Doctor was there and actually captured him, learned about the War, concluded that they were the Enemy and … then the Enemy arrived. It had the Klade in it, superevolved Daleks from the future who’d become human, and I used them later in Father Time. It ended with a vast space battle.
TW: Which projects do you enjoy the most; novels, comics, reference books or the audio plays?
LP: Novels, I think. None of them are exactly like toiling in the salt mines, but I love writing Doctor Who novels.
TW: I think it’s high time you brought out another Big Finish play? As a writer, is that a more disciplined medium?
LP: Um … yes and no. You have a set number of actors to play with, I think it’s eight, and that’s a limitation you don’t have with a novel. At the same time, the audios are a lot shorter and have to keep things moving. And, all being well, you get a bunch of talented actors papering over the cracks. An audio takes about a week to write, a novel can take six months, so I’m going to be honest and say I’ve always felt more invested in the novels.
TW: Any advice for budding writers?
LP: Don’t even think about writing Doctor Who novels. There’s a practical reason for that: BBC Books aren’t commissioning new writers. But there’s an artistic one, too – it’s a lot easier to be a Doctor Who fan than to be a novelist. Work on your own storytelling. Read a great deal more, and more widely, than you are now, however much you’re currently reading. I finish reading a book every day, or at least every other day, and when I say that, most people go ‘no, you can’t possibly’, and most of the professional writers I know go ‘duh, doesn’t everyone?’. That’s not a coincidence. Oh, and actually write – set yourself a word limit, whatever suits your schedule (with me, about 1000 words a day), and write that much. If you can manage 1000 words a week … well, you’ll have your book done in two years. If you can’t, you won’t. Being published is eminently possible, but ‘having ideas’ and ‘wanting to write some of them down one day’ are not the first steps on the way to being published, they’re just pretty much the default value of the human race. Ever wondered why some terrible book got published and your brilliant idea for a book didn’t? Because it’s books that get published, not ideas for books.
TW: What projects have you coming up and where can people find them?
LP: The third edition of Ahistory just came out, and that’s available from the Mad Norwegian website (as well as Amazon and all the various places you’d expect to find Doctor Who books). I’m currently finishing off a biography of comics writer Alan Moore, which is out in November 2013 and has taken me over two years. It’ll explore the comics industry, Moore’s life, and most of all his work. His first published professional work solely as a writer was for Doctor Who Weekly, you know. I have a couple of other things in the works, but it’s far too early to talk about them.
TW: Lance, thank you so much for talking to us. Finally, what do you hope to see for the fiftieth anniversary of Doctor Who?
LP: Oh … I’m sure they’ll do a great job. Stories that are funny and exciting. Look, the new show already gave me Kylie Minogue playing Halo Jones in a maid’s outfit and kinky boots. I already used up my three wishes
By and copyright of Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues
“I got outside and realised I only had my hospital gown on which promptly fell off because it wasn’t tied at the back. I was naked…almost. When they do an operation like this, you’re fitted with a catheter. So there I am, naked as the day I was born with a big frigging catheter hanging between my legs. I am scundered, I thought to myself. I tried to remove it but my zombie fingers wouldn’t work.”For far too long zombies have been seen as the monsters they are not so it’s time for a few changes! Welcome to Zombie Blues where you will discover what really goes on behind those dead eyes and shuffling walk. You will meet ten different zombies each with a story to tell. From Vegetarian Zombie to Kidney Trans[plant Zombie to The Zombie who would be King, you will reevaluate everything you thought you knew about the undead. You will finally get to hear their side of the story. What lies behind their tears and how did the apocalypse really begin? Enter if you dare because everything you knew about zombies is about to change.
IRONY ZOMBIE
My mother always said that social media would be the death of me and sure enough, she was right. Worse still, it was a female pensioner that did it. I wouldn’t mind but how embarrassing to be turned by a shuffling old timer that I never even saw coming. I still can’t believe I’m going to say it.
I was bitten by the only pensioner in the world that still had her own teeth.
Sorry, meant to say I’m a zombie and before you all run screaming holding your brains, just hear me out. Nobody listens to our story. And let me tell you, there’s a hell of a lot of prejudice towards the living dead. Just because the world has gone undead, doesn’t mean our ability to judge and be prejudice has gone away.
Zombies are just the latest victims of human nature. One minute it’s the colour of someone’s skin and now it’s rotting zombie flesh people have a problem with. Although I do have an issue with that label, zombie, but I’ll come back to it. Let me tell you how it all began.
I’m Simon (yeah Simon the zombie, laugh it up fuzzball), 24, single and just like a lot of great romances, it all began at a bus stop.
It was a Thursday morning. I was going to work as a trainee manager for a big chain supermarket (do promo laws count now, dunno, not sure, brains). Dreary, boring and most of my time spent wishing I lived another life. Well as they say, be careful what you wish for. There I was standing waiting for the bus, headphones on in my virtual Facebook world with Miley Cyrus singing in my ears. I have to point out though before you make assumptions that I have no idea how she ended up in my music library. Just so you all know, I’ve never twerked before.
Anyway, the bus was late and you know that feeling that there’s something out of the corner of your eye but you don’t really pay attention? You know those videos you see where people fall into fountains or walk into a lamppost because they have their head buried in their phones rather than looking at the world around them. If you think about it, we were already zombies before the outbreak. We were mindless automatons who spent most of our time on social media. We couldn’t even go for a meal with someone without our phones in our hands in case there was some amazing thing posted on Facebook. Well, that was me. Social media killed us long before the zombies did.
I was half aware of a figure approaching but my brain didn’t register it because it was a bus stop after all.
Then there was pain. A little old lady (I use that word loosely in retrospect) had bitten into my arm just above the elbow. My first thought was my best suit was ruined but the sight of blood seeping through quickly wiped that thought from my mind.