Dalek

Dalek. The name says it all.

The sixth episode of Russell T. Davies' Doctor Who encapsulates the writer/producer's vision of the series perfectly. Action, philosophy, humour and social satire collide in a story that occasionally lulls you into thinking it's one thing, only to shock you into realising it's something else entirely.

There were several set-pieces and elements lifted from popular films and previous Doctor Who episodes: the Dalek being alone was reminiscient of the small, weak Cybermen "army" in Revenge of the Cybermen (a parallel made explicit by the appearence of a Revenge-style Cyberman head in Van Stratten's collection). The Doctor and Dalek alone in a closed chamber could've just as easily been Hannibal Lechter and Clarice Starling. The base under siege by an alien is a familiar cliche in telefantasy and sci-fi films in general and Doctor Who in particular. The "feeling" Dalek echoed the "human factor" Daleks of Evil of the Daleks as well as the numerous unemotional nonhumans-who-want-to-be-human that abound in Star Trek. Van Stratten using alien technology to make himself the uncrowned and invisible king of the world is something Tobias Vaughn would've been proud of.

And yet, just when you think Dalek is turning into a "greatest hits" collection, it whallops you across the head. There's a man out there who decides who the President is, and he owns the internet. Real emotion-*humanity*- is the absolute most terrifying thing in the universe if you're a Dalek. The Doctor- big gun in hand- can't speak when Rose asks him what he's becoming. The moment you think you're watching a kid's science fiction series with a cool mutant killer wiping out soldiers, Dalek turns right around and asks you to take a good long look at yourself and the world you live in.

Major, major kudos to Rob Shearman for an outstanding script, Russell T. Davies for bringing Doctor Who back to life, the Terry Nation estate for allowing these two gentlemen to restore some of the terror and mystique of the Daleks, Christopher Eccleston, Billie Piper, and the rest of a uniformily perfect cast. The first unqualified success of the Davies era, and one of the very best episodes of Doctor Who ever made.