Doctor Who – Daleks in Manhattan/Evolution of the Daleks (2007)
Reviewed by: FrillyShirtCyberman

The gist of it:
Ah, sorry, this story has no plot. None whatsoever. No, wait, there was a plot, somewhere around, but someone forgot to put it in the fridge and now it has gone bad. Very bad. Bad Doctor, no biscuit!
But seriously, it all starts with a promiscuous tosser and his shagpiece called “BBC actress doing stereotypical Noo Yahk accent to get back at hollywood for all those years of villains using British accents”. We’ll call her Stupid Blondie (SB) for short.

Lissen to me, booby, I ‘as Noo Yahk accent or summat, howzabout sum caw-fee and a Mets game?
So, after the “obligatory kill before credits” cold opening, we breeze through the snazzy opening titles that FLY TOWARDS YOUR SCREEN FASTER THAN A KAMIKAZE WII CONTROL! Or summat. Silly Doc Ten and PoFaced Companion (Is it cause I is black?) arrive at a badly rendered New York skyline. Note that although it’s the 30’s, there’s no King Kong or Harold Lloyd. HERESY!

My Intellivision has better graphics than this. FACT!
Ah, sorry, I’m feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeling another of my moods coming. Please bear with me whilst I get something out of my way.

Oh noes!! Frilly drank another cuppa joe!
Thanks.
Anyhoo, Doctor TenSquee and SillyPoFaced Martha walk about for a while and two things came to mind: first, it’s nice to know that New York is desegregated in the 30s, ya know? And second, would somebody give me a bag of Cheetos? (I’ll explain this remark later).
In something less oblique, Doc and PoFaced Martha arrive to see some politically correct sh1t going on.

A character named Solomon: he takes bread and breaks it in half.. OH SUBTLETY, why have you forsaken us?
A little off topic: the cgi still sucks. And the scene is boring. I’m nitpicking. Cheetos, please?

Oh no! It’s… VANILLA SKY!!! Run before Tom Cruise kills Daleks with his Scientology powers!
So, while we get some quickie history lessons about the Depression and some stupid communist propaganda about sharing bread, we go near, no more than a Depression era unladen swallow away from the Hobo camp…to the construction site of the Empire State Building. Of course, those Wascally Pepperpots O’Evil (TM) are up to no good, paying Lucky Luciano’s lovechild top dollah to build the skyscraper. What for? CUE EVIL MUSIC (with overcompressed volume!)

That “View on top of the world restaurant” sure is a ripoff, thought the lovebirds dining at “The View”.
ANYWAYS, Lucky Luciano’s lovechild tells the construction workers to mount some Dalek panels on top of the building before tonight or they will sleep with the fishes. And get some cement shoes. And buy farms. Enough mafia clichés for you? They weren’t for the writer … or the script editor that supposedly messed around this story.

Don’t sweat it, mate, no shame in using a toupee these days!
Meanwhile, Sir Arthur and Sir Bedevere were talking with the old man from scene 24. So we jump back to the Doc. It turns out there have been some people disappearing from the Hobo camps. Silly gooses! They are all at Toys ‘r’ us, stocking up on Depression-era Wiis! In a stupid plot development previously used in “Rise of the Cybermen”, some evil corporation dudes (see the “socialism rules, capitalism sucks” message shoehorned here??) come and recruit people around to work in the sewers. Buncha idiots… didn’t you see The Invasion or Attack of the Cybermen? There are baddies in the sewers!!

They are in the sewers. Quite a proper place for this story.
So they dawdle and fiddle do boodle a bit til they find a horrible dead nasty blob. But enough about McDonalds! They wander again for a while and the Doc finds some gooey goober.

A FOOOOCKING RUTAN!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFES!! ZOMG!
Now, the Doctor just knows someone is going to get stinged, so he preps some white vinegar (he’s been to the Great Barrier, y’know?) and prepares to douse the blobby thingie when a weird sound distracts them.

Ha ha…charade you are…
It turns out the Daleks employ man-pigs to do their dirty work. Probably from the Mexican Oil industry, y’know? So, they get trapped, escaped, trapped, escaped, trapped and then you gotta wonder: did they unearth some old Terry Nation script? Anyhoo, they escape (except some silly idiot that gets himself topped by tomorrow’s bacon). They miraculously end up in the same theater where Silly Blonde with bad accent works. She greets them THE CHICAGO WAY!

WHO WROTE THIS STORY, CONFESS!!!
So they go on and on with plodding exposition about a plot that makes no sense at all: the Daleks arrived in New York, masterminded the Empire State Building (funny, I don’t remember reading that on the plaque!) and employ some slick haired yahoo to do their bidding. And they kidnap humans and turn them into pig mutants that die quickly. What for? The lolz.

I can has pig slaves?
And while everything is explained to the viewer… What? Geez… stop TALKING ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIVES AND GET ON WITH IT! What? Now they are talking about Rose?!? C’mon, let Bingo Billie Piper in her softcore show! Oh, not another companion pining for the Doc…Jebus almighty, please pull the plug on this lot.

Hey… she has a Rose on her hand…A ROSE!!! OH NO!!! SYMBOLISM!!!
So, let’s get on with it: they get captured AGAIN! It’s Planet of the Daleks all over again, except without ubercool Jon Pertwee or The Man The Legend (TM) Prentis Hancock!
They get rounded up, and scanned for intelligence. They scan people for intelligence with their plungers? Wow…just wow… You know? I truly believe Earth’s atmosphere is bad for the poor Daleks.. They hink Martha is intelligent!

A dumb assistant surrounded by pigs.
Now the plo thickens (or so says the choral OOHS and AAHS that we get on the soundtrack). They are all brought to the presence of Bad Ass Dalek from a better story (TM). And it’s quite embarrassing ’cause they arrive while the Dalek was taking a shower. Please, this is a kid’s show!

Oi, mind me rastas, mon!
Ok, now it turns out that Lucky Luciano gets fused with Bad Ass Dalek and then turns into Lucky Dalekiano. Say what? Dalek fused with a human…that might…look…. *gasps!*

Eeeeewwww! It’s Jeff Goldblum!

Ahooooooooooooooooooooogahhhhh, B1tches!!!! (TM Feepo, the funniest poster in the Anorak Zone).
*CUE CLIFFHANGER*

Tee hee.
Thanks, Harold. We’ll take it from here. So there’s this human/dalek hybrid and those racist Daleks go all “Guess who’s coming to dinner?” on us. So they plot against Lucky Dalekiano. Meanwhile, once Bad Ass Dalek and now Lucky Dalekiano pulls a Davros: he explains his plans to the Doctor! Idiot! Worst of all… he DARES to say that Davros was wrong! Calm there, little rastafarian buddy, don’t be dissin’ the wheelchaired one!
By the by… why is Lucky Dalekiano s..peaking…in..PAu…ses? Shatner he ain’t!

Khaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!
So, the Daleks want to kill Lucky Dalekiano, which is their leader and then they… what will they do? Why do they keep killing their bosses? Don’t they have any long term plans? Didn’t they go with their college career advisor? Killing your boss without an “exit strategy” is a no-no!

Feepo has earwax!!!
By some stupid plot device, called “pulling a TerryNation”, they escape again. And then go back to Hobo camp and Solomon goes all Braveheart on us. Luckily, the Daleks are tired too of those stupid “inspirational speeches” and go Michael Bay on us!

I MEANT BUD LIGGGGHT!!!
Yeah! It turns into Pearl Harbor/Independence day! We should be grateful: David Tennant can outact both Ben Affleck and Josh Hartnett with his right pinky tied to the sonic screwdriver.

Finally, an Explosive Fart of The Year (TM) winner!
So, the camp gets destroyed, the reggae Dalek is mixing some kool aid liquids and the Daleks and Pigslaves call it a day and go back to their lair. Notice that no one minds the carnage and destruction in Central Park. Let me repeat that in italics: explosions in central park are not noticed. Flying shiny robots are not seen. What is this? Mexico City?
Okay, move along, nothing to see here. The Doc decides to go back to Empire State Building. He has a plan. No idea what it is, but he has it. Skills: he lacks them. Adding idiocy to stupidity, he gives Martha the psychic paper…dude…you barely know her, don’t lend her the Gallifreyan Express credit card!
Argh.. will this stupid story will finish? The only thing keeping me watching is getting more screencaps for my blog! OKay, so the Doc goes down (*snicker*) and tries to talk to the Daleks.

Dissa my homies, mon!
They (obviously) betray former Bad Ass Dalek and chain him. The Doc escapes somehow, can’t remember what Davies Ex Machina he uses this time, to be honest. So he goes all Harry Lloyd on us and does some high wire hijinks.

Electric Boogaloo 3: Time lords in heat!
So, lemme get this: gamma rays behave like lightning and if you get hit by it nothing happens, you just doze off for a while. Uh?

I like Harry Lloyd. So?
Meanwhile, Martha, Silly Blonde and Piggy ExBoyfriend electrocut…ehrm, gammaraycute the pigslaves. The Doc just wakes up and they all go and watch “Spamalot” at the Shuber Theater. Sadly, it was pre-empted by “Doctor Who and the seven keys of Doomsday”.

Oh no! It’s an Andrew Lloyd Webber salute to Daleks!
A lot of humandalekzombies arrive with some conveniently “ready-to-use” Dalek Tommy guns. WTF? Wow, do you think the Daleks just went to some mob meeting and asked real nicely to get some Dalek guns (where did they got them from? WHERE were they hiding them? Wait, don’t answer) retrofitted into Tommy Guns?
This is getting too silly. Wrapping it up: everyone dies except the Doc, his bint and measly Dalek who teleports at ludicrous speed into Series 4. And away we go!
Rant:
What? You didn’t have enough of my ramblings? Okay. This story was bad. REAL BAD. First time I saw it, I had two bags of cheetos, so maybe I gave it a good rating because the MSG clouded my vision. Boy, what a sobering experience is to watch this, clean and sober from Chester Cheetah!
So, I’ll keep the ranting to minimum and tell you everything on the noble tradition of silly screencaps!
First of all: dodgy accents. WTF? Bottom of the barrel, I tells ya!

Datsa rite, bodhi! I spicksa real tuff Broun-cks. Now let’s go for a pint and some crisps, wicked, eh? Plot holes galore! It didn’t made sense and the usually ropey but fun bad science goes into “are you taking the mick, son?” territory!

Oooh that looks that screams: STOP POINTING PLOT HOLES TO OTHER VIEWERS!

Yo, who wants out of this sh1tty serial?

Martha was dismayed to see the “brilliant sushi place” the Doc promised her…
The Human/Dalek zombies…. wow, no one noticed so many people disappearing? And how in the heck did they get so fast into the theater? And if Coward Dalek that Survives (TM) has a “kill all humans now!” button ready, why does he let the human hybrids kill out the other two daleks? For the lolz?

The Untouchables: Cardiff.
The only good thing of the shootout? FINALLY we see Daleks exploding! Finally! BOO YAH!

Harsh way to get heckled off stage, innit?
More evidence of dodgy science and ignoring conventions the show already established? How about this: The Doc can use his sonic magic wand to restore someone into a paving slab, but he can’t fix some dude’s face? C’mon, call Wacko Jacko’s plastic surgeon and get on with it!

Dump ‘im, girl, he’s a real pig!
All in all, a terrible story. Bad effects, bad casting, bad choices, bad over the top music. I gotta say this, though: Helen Raynor’s script was meddled with, no question. Hope her Sontaran 2-parter in series 4 fares better than this piece of dross. Avoid this Evil-ution!
Frillyrating:



Did somebody asked for extra captions?

I SAID BUD LIGHT, DAMMIT!

Please, let us out of this stupid story too!!!