The Sarah Jane Adventures continue being at least as good as the good Doctor himself, and he’s not dead. Trust his women to know what’s what. This week Sarah Jane was joined by the scatty but otherwise equally genuine former Doctor’s assistant Jo Grant. The trouble with not having a Whovian past myself is that it’s not possible to recognise all these exes.
I could tell from the start that the Doctor’s death wasn’t genuine, but it was a toss-up between Unit having been mistaken or actually being crooked. Sarah Jane followed far too meekly.
Clyde must be having the time of his life, morphing into Matt Smith, and surely sooner or later Rani’s Dad must twig what’s going on? Not sure the plot needed another Luke lookalike, although Santiago (de Chile) was sweet enough, I suppose. Didn’t care for the decolletage.
The real Luke has just started at Oxford, as we all know. That must be why the cherry blossom blossomed in the background. This week’s adventure had plenty of springlike sunshine, whereas last week it was all pretty dismal, weather-wise. Winter, maybe.
And I had this really, really profound thought while watching. I was thinking that the SJA is a children’s series based on the world and the characters of an adult series. Having had this ridiculous thought glide through my head I remembered what I keep going on about when people complain that Doctor Who isn’t up to scratch. It too is a children’s programme.