Cardiff + Rift + ghosts + third episode = no such bleedin' luck.
Bloody hell, Jack probably can't even tie his shoes without setting off some brand new fan controversy. Once again, some blog members loved the episode, some members hated it; but all opinions seem to derive from it not being anything like last week's. I'll go one further; I dunno what the hell I watched but after the first fifteen minutes it certainly wasn't Torchwood. But what a great first act, eh? No messing about here. Chase. Alien gizmo. Creepy Silent Hill visions. Ghosties. Pow! And all before the opening credits.
And then suddenly it was over. Somehow the mystery had warped into some kind of backstreet cop show, which was odd as I don't remember blinking. Memo to self: jest ye not about The Bill, for it shall come to pass. What the hell happened?
"Memo to self: jest ye not about The Bill for it shall come to pass"
The Ghost Machine is a step up from the load of old clap that was Day One (thank God they didn't refer to that kind of 'ghost' this week), but mainly from not drawing attention to its own paucity, or indeed in the latter half to much of anything. After three episodes it still isn't clear what this programme is really supposed be yet. Jack is quite right - why is Torchwood bothering with piffling little incidents like this? It's like calling up the Doctor to investigate why the jam disappears from the fridge (except they already did that with Fear Her). If 'the twenty-first century is when it all changes', then why are we already getting low-rent filler episodes this early into the series? And if, as the more forgiving reviewers state, this was intended to be a 'human' drama this week, then why are the majority of the humans continually being left out of it?
If Torchwood is reminding me of anything, then - in keeping with the recurring animation metaphor - this week was the Dungeons & Dragons cartoon show where each time one of the kids would be singled out for their own special adventure and life-affirming lesson at the end. This time it was Gwen and Owen's turn. Jack, aside from giving firearm lessons, basically looked aloof and barked out orders. And as for the other two, Tosh and Ianto had better hope the next piece of alien technology that falls to Earth is the Charismatron uncovered in 1979 Paris, lest they disappear altogether next time they turn sideways to the camera. As sci-fi fans we would poke fun at Blake's 7 a lot when frequently there wasn't the funds to cover more than the Scorpio crew, Servalan and an expendable guest star of the week, but now that the BBC drama department has allegedly got more money than God, what happens? There just isn't enough for five main cast members to actually do.
"Owen Harper may have had more to do this week, but like Linda McCartney quorn sausages, I'm reluctant to call it 'meat'"
I still want to give Owen Harper a slap, but not for the same reasons as last week. There was no question for me about who got to shine in The Ghost Machine, and it wasn't Burn Gorman's 'you slaaaaaaag' Grant Mitchell impressions; Owen may have had more to do this week, but like Linda McCartney quorn sausages, I'm reluctant to call it 'meat'. Consistency has not been this show's strong point so far, has it? The man can lark around an alien sex cloud spooging its way through the seedy underbelly of Cardiff, but one unsolved murder and he goes all DCI Meadows on everyone. You watch, by next week he'll be back to normal with his huge gob threatening to swallow his entire body like the Vacuum Monster in Yellow Submarine.
Nope, The Ghost Machine was Gwen Cooper's episode, hands down. Gwen's character development is the one thing this episode got absolutely right; she's stopped singing the Beatles song 'You Can't Do That' and settled into her place to the point where resolving the two aspects of her 'Secret Squirrel' work (that had to be Russel) and private life might not be quite so daunting after all. Eve Myles performed a damn fine job of conveying genuine fear and trauma from being indirectly close-up responsible for a person's death; but more than that, there was so much joy to be had from the more mundane scenes where the emotion device tells Gwen that maybe she has got a good thing going with her relationship, and where Jack teaches her how to shoot (again, a scene that I'm sure was included at Russel's behest), even though the two-handed Lara Croft demonstration by the end of one session was just ridiculous. Sooner or later Owen's going to kill the mood by replacing Jack's guns with a joke flag pistol that says BANG.
"Gareth Thomas probably thought he'd been mistakenly given the script to The Way Back again and started searching the office for Terry Nation's corpse"
Aaaaand... there isn't a lot else to say really, save that 'splot' is the sound effect made by a damp squib hitting the floor. The actual murder plot ammounted to one part action, five parts introspection and dropped plot hints delivered with all the complexity of the 'three of these things belong together' song from Sesame Street. Poor old Gareth Thomas- all those grand Shakespearian aspirations, and twenty-five years after Blakes 7 ended he's a fat old loony in a Cardiff flat. The closest he gets is one last 'tortured by inner demons' fling, but that's probably because he thought he'd been mistakenly given the script to The Way Back again and started searching the office for Terry Nation's corpse. No wonder he threw himself with gusto into the Marc Antony resolution at the end, as openly laughable (trust me, I did) as it was.
What did Torchwood even accomplish this time around? They prevented the potential murder of a feckless dolt whom the whole estate would have been glad to see the back of anyway; helped to hasten the perpetrator's departure by a probable hour or so, given that he was already on the suicide watch list twice over; and they consigned the first of no doubt many magic-wand devices to the bin with only the vaguest non-answers to its origin, purpose or who the hell even found it in the first place. In short, sod all. So they solved a forty-year-old murder case. Big deal; after they disappear into the shadows again, who's left to know, care or be believed? There's no consequence, and therefore no point. There are episodes of Lost more conclusive than this.
Meh. Chin up lads, the conversion chamber says it'll be fanwank territory next week, and with that Cybernavel on display I choose my words deliberately.
The Humper Book Of Made-Up Torchwood Fucts has this to say about The Ghost Machine: the emptiness of the last half-hour can be attributed to the removal of all of Gareth Thomas' "MUST RENOUNCE! FREEDOM PARTY!" lines.

Burn Gorman as Owen was pretty good in the episode and he actually had quite an interesting part in the episode as he really took it personally after he had witnessed what would end in a rape and murder. He was less jack-the-lad and cocky in this episode and as such came across a lot better than he had in the previous two episodes (which after having read what some people were calling his character in the forums can only be a good thing). 















