There is something about this episode. Whether it be the sharp script, the wealth of excellent supporting characters, the claustrophobic atmosphere, the genuinely gripping plot, the creepy featureless robots, the iconic Art Nouveau design of everything, Tom Baker's finest performance, Leela's skimpy outfit...no i know what it is. Its the ideas. The whole story is steeped so much in names / places / ideals / theories / fantastic imagination...yet below it lies a simple murder mystery, and thats what is so enveloping. The storm mine and its crew have a whole history, you could swear the future they live in is true. In much the same way Tolkien created Middle Earth, Chris Boucher has created the world in which this story takes place. You care for the characters, and not one thing goes above your head as unbelievable. In particular, robophobia: not a fear of robots, that would be cliche, but instead a fear of something the human mind can't recognise, but thinks should be human. Its fantastic. So many things which are made up but you believe in them instantly: dust miners, scoops, corpse markers, VOC robots.
I can't wax lyrical about this enough. It truly is my favourite doctor who story, there isn't a doubt. I laugh every time that Borg knocks the jelly babies away...i shudder every time they go into that cargo hold and the Doctor asks Poole: "What would you do now...?" And Poole says, without thinking..."Why...i'd...I'd call for a robot!"
Stunning. The best Who story ever, highly recommended.
Oh...and don't get me started on why the robots themselves. VOCs, SVOCS? They're so...just so brilliant. Especially that poor one with the secret.
"Then...I have failed."
Oh, wicked. I'm going to go watch it again. Right now.