I finally watched Torchwood on its terrestrial debut last night. I went to bed early on Sunday in a failed attempt to catch up on some missed kip, so I missed it ( and our video's fucked, so I couldn't tape it).
It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. It's certainly derivative. It's a bit Gerry Anderson- Captain Jack is Captain Scarlet. They're both captains, they look similar, and they're both indestructible. Harkness even has a little mic thing to shout into, just like Paul Metcalfe (Captain Scarlet's real name, trivia fans). Making your main character immortal kinda kills all tension- you always know he's going to survive. They even come out of the floor on a hidden elevator, just like Thunderbirds.
The first episode was better than the second, although they killed off the pretty Indian lady with the metal resurrection hand, so there's no-one at Torchwood I can fancy now.( I bet they're all breathing a sigh of relief now). I could've done without all the shots of people on tops of buildings. There was one of Jack just standing there for ages. It didn't move the plot along, there wasn't even a subtext.
The plot of the second one was just silly.What are the chances of a gas-alien that lives on the energy of male orgasm randomly possesing someone who actually works in a sperm bank?!
Why does the Doctor's hand still move about like Thing Addams?
Despite its faults, I enjoyed it and it's fun. I'm just glad I didn't let my kids watch it! (They were nagging me to let them; they're both Who nuts)