Okay, you got me… I never really liked Tennant as Who.
Before you stone me for heresy, though, I’m a child of the Seventies and Tom will always be the Doctor to me. I miss the jelly babies and the scarf; I miss the voice and the humour and his wonderful, powerful presence. Seeing him on stage at the SFX Weekender, last year, was a throwback to my SF roots.
Having said that, Titan Merch have just released images of their latest 9” limited edition maxi-bust featuring Tennant as the Tenth Doctor – and I might just change my mind. It’s gorgeous. It’s got the pose, it’s got the stare, it’s got the tight sense of dynamism and the posture and the sharp suit. It’s even got the sonic screwdriver.
There’s a strong sense of motion to the flow of the garments – his energy is palpable. Hell, he almost looks like he’d move.
My son is a Tennant Fan – I guess we all fall for the Doc we grew up with. And looking at this particular release, I’m wondering if he might have a point after all.
He’s startlingly contemporary – and I guess you do have to move with the times. He is the Doctor, after all.
Once upon a time, there was hiding behind the sofa.
Before I grew big enough to watch Tom’s showdowns with Davros – or to get girly over Peter’s cricketing whites (sshh!) – the Third Doctor was the Main Man of the early Seventies. Elegant, well-presented, with authority, presence and a flair for technology – you got to love a man in frills who takes out the bad guys with Venusian Aikido.
Today, my six-year-old son isn’t having this sofa crap, he’s completely enwrapped in Doctor Who. He’s a Tennant-fan (fairly obviously!) but likes to play games of imagination featuring his favourite Bad Guys. Daleks and Cyberman dominate – but he and I both are tranfixed by a more up-to-date Nasty...
The latest releases for Titan Merchandise, both these characters are now available as 8″ maxi-busts, with the kind of high-quality sculpting that makes me wish I didn’t have two left hands.
Though they do make me think… what would happen if they ever actually met…
Some adventures demand guns.
And some guns demand adventures.
Lock’n’loading somewhere between Doctor Grordbort and Hellboy, this is one palm-itching, mouthwatering range of steampunkery that’s enough to make you crave big game – and I don’t mean the bloody World Cup.
Available at Forbidden Planet, each of one these cries out to be accompanied by a full bustle and a pith helmet – or the gentlemanly equivalent. Sadly lacking costume, I will have to settle for throwing out my son in order to make some space.
Whatever Steampunk may do as a literary genre (you’ll pardon me for not writing this post in the style of an excerpt from King Solomon’s Mines) in the art world, it kicks butt… these weapons are props and statues, there to be admired and BIG-TIME shown off.
They may be convertible to cosplay with a crafters’ eye and a steady hand (though I’m not recommending it), but I want to know..?
How can I make one WORK?!!