"Kerblam!", to-day's new Doctor Who episode, felt kind of like the Seventh Doctor's first season production staff tried to adapt Star Wars: Attack of the Clones. It has the ironically modern kitchy tone of the tourist service from Delta and the Bannerman and it features a robot army and slapstick on cgi conveyor belts like Attack of the Clones. It's not quite as well written as Attack of the Clones but it had some things I liked.
Spoilers after the screenshot
The Doctor (Jodie Whittaker) receives a cry for help hidden in a fez belatedly delivered by an Amazon-ish intergalactic service called Kerblam. So she and Huey, Dewey, and Louie head to the source to investigate, getting jobs in the warehouse among the 10% human and 90% creepy robot employees.
This turns out to be important when we find out who the villain is at the end, a guy apparently motivated by the fact that humans are losing jobs. Bizarrely, the solution by the end of the episode is to force companies to hire 90% humans. No-one thinks to ask why, if everything's automated, people still need to earn money. Hasn't anyone seen Star Trek? Maybe people just really want to do repetitive manual labour despite the Doctor complaining about it earlier in the episode.
Well, the villain's motive to kill humans to prove machines were evil in order to save humans was fittingly nonsensical for that. But at least he was supposed to be crazy.
I suppose it was probably all an allegory for the displaced working class who voted for Brexit or Trump. The Doctor cursing herself for not thinking of the janitor is reminiscent of how people felt in the aftermath of both votes. If that's the case, though, I'm not really sure what writer Pete McTighe's point is beyond demonising that group of people while placating them with a meaningless solution.
My favourite part of the episode was the antique delivery robot. I liked the quick joke where it recommended blood pressure medication for the Doctor.
Once again, the guest stars easily outshone the companions. Julie Hesmondhalph, Claudia Jessie, and Leo Flanagan all sounded like they meant what they were saying when they talked. Julie Hesmondhalgh was particularly good.
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