" The opening sound is from the great funeral mass, Dies Irae, which is the day of judgment, which announces, "This is going to be a funeral.
"This is going to be about
A Judgment on The Human Race."
It's about The Past.
But I think I remembered that my impression from the opening scene in which that astonishing helicopter shot gives you a totally creepy feeling. You're looking at great, beautiful nature, but you know you're following something. You're, like, flying along on top of this little, tiny, insignificant car.
It's the ultimate point of view shot without telling you who the point of view is.
If you want to stop and think about it, you think, 'This is a helicopter shot"
But for the general audience, all you know is that you are like a ghost.
You are like an angel.
You are like something that flies with supernatural abilities across the landscape of the planet.
And the soundtrack had that skittering... I can't imitate it... but that skittering music that sounded to me... and I was conscious of this the first time I saw the movie... like the thousands of voices from The Past.
"The Cloud of Witness," as the phrase is in... Dorothy Sayers uses it as the title for some story. The Cloud of Witness, all the ghosts from The Past; And I didn't know.
Were these the voices of the many crowds of aliens or of ghosts or...
I didn't know what.
But already that skittering, high music with that follow shot across the lake and then across the car itself, it was the ultimate in spooky because you had the feeling this car is being followed and it doesn't know it, and we're following it.
I mean, I could go on for a long time about the symbolism of that with regard to what The Shining really is.
And The Shining, as we come to understand it, is seeing through all the layers of history and the horrors of history, even autobiographically in that scene where Grady and Jack talk in the blood-red men's room and Grady says,
"Your Son has a very great talent.
I don't think you realise
how great it is.
He's a very willful boy."
And Jack says,
"Yes, he is...
A very willful boy.”
“Did you know,
Mr. Torrance,
that Your Son
is attempting to bring
An Outside Party
into this situation?”
That's Kubrick.
What he's trying to do is bring The Audience and Humanity into this situation.
In this movie, he is trying to get through to us all... the human race in the movie theaters watching this... that we are doing these things but don't see it, that we are committing these horrendous things over and over again and then forgetting them... which is... of course, he represents many, many times in the movie... by having characters seem to know something and then not know it and forget it.
You, uh, chopped your wife and daughter up into little bits. I don't have any recollection of that at all.
That's like The Human Race.
We commit atrocities and then forget it.
He's planning to
TAKE My Body --
so that He will Live
and I will Die!
Oh, no! No!!
He has opened
The Eye of Harmony.
The power source at
The Heart of The TARDIS.
The TARDIS is My Ship,
it carries me through Time and Space.
T-A-R-D-I-S.
It stands for
Time and Relative
Dimension In Space.
He wasn't Dead. It's A Trap.
Don't you see? It's A Trap.
He wants me to look into the Eye.
If I look into The Eye of Harmony, My Soul will be Destroyed
and He will take My Body!
If The Eye of Harmony isn't closed,
This Planet will be sucked THROUGH it!
Grace, I need to fix the timing mechanism
on The TARDIS and close The Eye.
I need an atomic clock.
Grace, please, help me find one.
The Eye of Harmony is Open.
If I don't close it,
get My TARDIS
and The Master
off This Planet,
This PLANET
will no longer EXIST!
Grace, we have until midnight.
I shall prove that
The Eye of Harmony is open.
Look at this —
You see? Already the molecular structure of The Planet is changing.
At first in subtle ways, but soon in catastrophic ways.
" Each Life creates The Next - no wonder Time Lords and Buddhists get on so well. "
- The Chorister
"The Old Man must die;
and The New Man Will Discover,
to his inexpressible joy,
that He has never existed...!"
- Buddhist/Time Lord Aphorism
K'Ampo Rimpoche
"This is above all Strangeness..."
" This Doctor keeps cropping up all over the place.
Political diaries, conspiracy theories, even ghost stories. No first name, no last name, just The Doctor.
Always The Doctor.
And the title seems to have been passed down from Father to Son.
It appears to be an inheritance.... "
- Clive Finch, 2005
Not-Shakespeare :
Perhaps it's time I wrote about Fathers and Sons, in memory of my boy, my precious Hamnet.
MARTHA:
Hamnet?
Not-Shakespeare :
That's him.
MARTHA:
Hamnet?
Not-Shakespeare :
What's wrong with that?
Old Grandfather
The Cosmic Hobo
The Established Dandy
The Exception That is The Rule
The Chorister
The Colourful Jester
Time's Champion
Life's Champion
Intermezzo
"You were The Doctor on The Day it Was Impossible to Be The Doctor"
The Designated Survivor
Perfect-10
( The Life So Nice, I Lived it Twice )
The Chin
Dr. Disco - The Wait of The Whirled
(Davros is crying.) Dr. Disco : Okay, don't ever tell anyone that I did this... (He waves his hand around until a golden glow forms.) Dr. Disco : A little bit of regeneration energy. Probably cost me an arm or a leg somewhere down the line. Or, I'll just bereally little....
The Wait of The Whirled:
Sontarans! Perverting the Course of Human History!
I Don't Want to Go.
When The Doctor, When The Doctor Was Me.
When The Doctor Was Me.
It's starting.
I'm regenerating.
No! No! No! No! No! No!
(The Regeneration stops, and The TARDIS has materialised.)
The Wait of The Whirled:
Where have you taken me? If you're trying to make a point, I'm not listening.
I Don't Want to Change Again.
Never Again!
I Can't Keep on Being Somebody Else.
Wherever it is, I'm staying.
( He runs outside and the Cloister Bell sounds. )
[Snowstorm]
The Wait of The Whirled:
No!
( He plunges his hands into the snow with a sizzle - )
( HE HEALS THE EARTH )
( The Regeneration stops again. )
The Wait of The Whirled:
I Will Not Change.
Old Grandfather:
I Will Not Change.
I Will Not!
No, no, no, no.
The Whole Thing's ridiculous.
The Wait of The Whirled:
Hello? Is someone there?
Old Grandfather:
Who is that?
The Wait of The Whirled:
I'm The Doctor.
(The elderly figure in checked trousers, cape, scarf and astrakhan hat comes into view.)
Old Grandfather :
The Doctor...?
Oh, I don't think so.
No, dear me, no.
Old Grandfather :
You may be a doctor,
but I am The Doctor.
The Original, you might say!
The Woman.
"The Old Man must die * ;
and The Woman Will Discover,
to Her inexpressible joy,
that She has never existed...!
...and so She says :
'Oh, brilliant...!' indeed, matey!
" To Sherlock Holmes she is always The Woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex.
It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer—excellent for drawing the veil from men’s motives and actions.
But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his.
And yet there was but One Woman to him.
I had seen little of Holmes lately. My marriage had drifted us away from each other. My own complete happiness, and the home-centred interests which rise up around the man who first finds himself master of his own establishment, were sufficient to absorb all my attention, while Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition...
*****
"What a Woman—oh, what a Woman!” cried the King of Bohemia, when we had all three read this epistle.
"Did I not tell you how quick and resolute she was? Would she not have made an admirable queen? Is it not a pity that she was not on my level?”
“From what I have seen of The Lady, she seems, indeed, to be on a very different level to your Majesty,” said Holmes coldly.
[ He ain't kidding... ]
“I am sorry that I have not been able to bring your Majesty’s business to a more successful conclusion.”
“On the contrary, my dear sir,” cried the King; “nothing could be more successful. I know that her word is inviolate. The photograph is now as safe as if it were in the fire.”
“I am glad to hear your Majesty say so. [ Because I failed - She beat me. And She knows that She did. And then didn't rub my nose in it by gloating over having humiliated and emasculated me (and The King) in front of my client and employer - who is The King. And a Fool. ]”
“I am immensely indebted to you. Pray tell me in what way I can reward you. This ring—” He slipped an emerald snake ring from his finger and held it out upon the palm of his hand.
[ What a Tool... ]
“Your Majesty has something which I should value even more highly,” said Holmes.
“You have but to name it.”
“This photograph!”
The King stared at him in amazement.
“Irene’s photograph!” he cried. “Certainly, if you wish it.”
“I thank your Majesty. Then there is no more to be done in the matter. I have the honour to wish you a very good morning.” He bowed, and, turning away without observing the hand which the King had stretched out to him, he set off in my company for his chambers.
And that was how a great scandal threatened to affect the kingdom of Bohemia, and how the best plans of Mr. Sherlock Holmes were beaten by a woman’s wit. He used to make merry over the cleverness of women, but I have not heard him do it of late. And when he speaks of Irene Adler, or when he refers to her photograph, it is always under the honourable title of The Woman.
[ * Letting go, as He does so, to thelast physical renmant of the mourning of The Memory of Prof. River Song ]
