Not that it's a topic that comes up very often but whenever
the subject does raise its head I point out that my favorite Doctor Who actor
is the second man to take the job - Patrick Troughton. I've never been
exactly sure why it was so easy for me to fall in love with him as the
character. It could be the fact that he was the last Doctor whose adventures
were shot in black and white (something that I love) or it could be that I just
love the slightly rumpled cosmic hobo idea for Doctor Who. It might also have
something to do with the fact that Patrick Troughton was simply an excellent
actor and capable of pulling off anything that the scripts asked.
Of course as any fan of 1960s Doctor Who will tell you, one
of the big problems with trying to watch Who from that period is that a lot of
it got wiped. Yes, a number of classic Hartnell and Troughton episodes have
long since vanished because the BBC decided to wipe the tapes on which they
were stored. They clearly did not know what they were doing.
The only real complaint I have with the story is there's a
certain lack of energy at times and the Krotons themselves are pretty pathetic
looking at any point in which they move around. They're an interesting design
but it's clear that they can't actually do anything. Also, it was fascinating
that the usurping bad guy who stupidly gets a number of his oppressed
compatriots killed is not dealt with by the end of the story. I suspect there
may have been an idea to return to this planet later to deal with what his
machinations may have continued to create. Sadly, there was no sequel to The
Krotons, though.
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