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The Brain Of Morbius
As
can be easily seen, this is a story that takes the archetypal elements of
the Frankenstein myth - ruined castle on a storm-lashed landscape,
obsessive scientist labouring to reanimate life in his cobwebbed
laboratories, aided by slow-witted lumbering assistant, a prowling monster
endangering everyone, and a vengeful crowd carrying blazing torches
finishing it off - and puts a quirky textual spin on them, integrating
them into the fictive Dr Who universe and mildly sending them up in the
process. In that sense I think it anticipates the textual pastiches of the
Williams era. It's not that it's particularly aiming for laughs, but it's
unafraid to embrace the more ridiculous nature of its pulp roots, and risk
doing what could be seen as silly. The brain in a jar, for instance, is
one of the ultimate pulp SF concepts, realised casually here with great
aplomb, and brought to life nicely with Michael Spice's impatient and
whiny gurgling voice.
Also, Solon and Condo manage to be both dramatic and funny at the same
time, the former endlessly hectoring his "chicken-brained biological
disaster", the latter complying up to a point but flashing into sudden
rages when he thinks the former has tried to betray him, and Solon only
able to keep his hold over him by promising him his arm back occasionally.
The contempt, anger and threats are real enough in the story context but
also played up for entertainment value, with both Philip Madoc and Colin
Fay giving enthusiastic performances which stay just the right side of
parody. This is true even of the scene where Solon shoots Condo (and we
see actual bits of flesh split off from Condo's stomach in the process)
and the brain squelches onto the floor - gruesome and horrific in one
sense, but also farcical in another. It's a difficult balance to achieve
but this story mostly makes it look effortless.
Sarah's temporary blindness possibly owes something to the tradition of
the blind old man seen in some versions of the Frankenstein story,
although its narrative function here is very different, being used mainly
to heighten her vulnerability and isolation (and facilitate the plot).
There are times when credulity is stretched a little, such as when she is
able to lock Solon in a crypt despite not having seen anything of its door
and locking system (ie she seems to work out the finer details of the
operation surprisingly quickly and easily).
The Sisterhood are one of the less successful elements of the story. Their
depiction in the book as black-robed mystics is rather more impressive
than their realisation here as a breathy garishly dressed dance troupe,
and although they retain their narrative integrity (Maren's malevolence
and narrow-mindedness is real enough, as is their determined attempt to
sacrifice the Doctor) they're arguably an example of the story slipping a
little too far into the parodic and comical. Incidentally, it is possible
that the Elixir of Life subplot may have been inspired by Rider Haggard's
She.
Some pleasingly strange and unusual-styled interior sets and designs add
to the effect, giving this story an extremely distinctive look and
flavour, very rich and memorable, along with some distinctively creepy and
mysterious music. The Karn exterior doesn't look too bad during what are
intended to be rainy nights although the daytime scenes cannot help but
expose its artificial appearance. The story definitely benefits from not
being over lit too much of the time, with the above examples being the
only exceptions. The Morbius monster design is an inspired concept, again
somehow silly but threatening.
Tom and Lis keep it ticking over nicely, both playing their parts with
great charisma and warmth, and a nice range of emotions e.g. the Doctor's
opening rage against the Time Lords ("Come on out! Meddlesome interfering
idiots!") with Sarah humouring his childish sulkiness, and later his
seemingly-brutal (covering up his concern) "If you keep wallowing there in
self pity, I'll bite your nose" to Sarah. The Doctor's dealings with the
Sisterhood show him up quite well too, allowing him to mock their would-be
threats while still helping out later on, when their dilemma is evident.
As to whether the faces on the mind-bending screen are the Doctor's
incarnations pre-Hartnell or Morbius, according to Hinchcliffe they were
meant to be the Doctor's, and the script seems to support this, with
Morbius only losing the battle because of the mental strain (the faces are
not meant to indicate that the Doctor has gained the upper hand and is
regressing Morbius back through his own former lives). Hence this is one
of the few, if not the only, story on television to suggest that the
Doctor had several pre-Hartnell incarnations, and although there are
several stories that state otherwise, it does hint at a possible avenue
for the series to explore should it ever arrive at a stage where a
fourteenth regeneration (in the character's screen lives) is due...
The subject of lives and their applications is ultimately fitting for this
story, because to a large extent (owing to its origins) it's one of those
which examines the morality (or immorality, so it is implied) of
artificially extending life indefintely. This is evident not merely in
Solon's endless toiling to construct a new body to house Morbius's brain
(and the way in which Morbius seems almost pitiful and more of a victim
than a benefactor of Solon's plans while still disembodied), but also
clearly in the nature of the Sisterhood. Immortal by dint of an elixir,
they have succeeded in achieving what Solon and Morbius are searching for,
a means of permanently postponing death. Not only is the agglomeration of
animal parts and transparent globe case for the brain a rather laughable
parody of a true living being, but the Sisterhood's own existence has
become meaningless because of its never-changing quality. They exist in a
form of stasis, as indicated by the Doctor's "Death is the price we pay
for progress". They do not learn or achieve anything or develop in any
way.
The only one of them who does develop in this story is Maren. She starts
as the typical bad tempered authority figure who distrusts the Doctor and
wants him killed, but undergoes a learning process as the story moves on.
She is clearly grateful enough to the Doctor for restoring their flame and
elixir (despite their having only recently attempted to sacrifice him),
and after he has apparently destroyed his own life in the cause of ridding
them of Morbius, is moved sufficiently to sacrifice herself for his sake.
Hence she both recognises the gratitude they owe to him, and symbolically
accepts the lesson he gave them earlier about stagnation, by giving the
Sisterhood an opportunity to do without her.
While this is fair enough, and is mirrored by similar morals in several
other stories, such as The Five Doctors, The End of the World, and in
theory any Dalek or Cybermen story (especially regarding Davros), it does
seem slightly questionable to pursue this in a series which more or less
depends on its central character lasting forever and seemingly changing
body after body. One wonders whether the Doctor's promise to the
Sisterhood that "we (the Time Lords) are not immortal" is going to be kept
to at some stage or not. At any rate, this remains one of the richer and
more cheerfully grotesque Memento Mori-themed stories in the series.
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