Last night, in what was initially going to be a review of Children of Earth, I found myself instead writing a long, semi-coherent rant about everything that was wrong with Torchwood in its first two series.
But the point is, it all came right in series 3.
How did that happen?
I finished watching Children of Earth, and I want to write about how good it is. But before I can do that properly, I need to write about how gut-wrenchingly horrible the first two series of Torchwood were.
On one hand, a juvenile program about a bunch of overgrown children who run around chasing ghosts and obsessing about trivia; on the other hand, Scooby Doo. Thank you, thank you, we’re here all week, don’t forget to tip your waitress!
I just want to post this brief note as a counterbalance to my recent post on How much I hate Torchwood. Despite the delay described in that post, I did slog through to the end of the Series 2, and it was just as risible as I’d feared — I mean, astonishingly shallow and childish, appallingly written and dreadfully acted.
So I went into Series 3 (Children of Earth) with low expectations. But having now seen the first three of the five episodes, I have to admit it’s much, much better than I’d dared hope. Each of these three episodes has been far better than anything in either of the first two series.
I am slogging through Series 2 of the dreadful Torchwood, mostly just so I can say that I did it, and so that I can be as harshly critical of it as I want without people saying “Oh, but did you actually watch it? It actually got quite good in Series 2, actually.”
He just watched “End of Days”