Torchwood was a very odd TV show. Over it’s four years it covered everything from alien fight clubs and the only Kaiju under Cardiff to Welsh cannibals, searingly clever social science fiction and the end of death. It was wildly uneven, often awful, often good, occasionally incredible. It’s final season, Miracle Day, was Torchwood to a tee; …
And then I spent a week writing 12,000 words on a project I’m going to err on the side of caution and assume I can’t talk about yet, prior to writing another 12,000 to finish it off this week. How have you been? Blogbusters isn’t on the site yet this week but do go …
(This essay discusses the entire series in detail. Spoilers for every episode abound.) In 1966, something terrible makes contact with the British government. Something worse delivers twelve children to it. One escapes to a life of homelessness and mental illness, a life of misery and nightmares of a man in a long coat who promised …