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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2019 18:21:23 GMT
This story has fond memories for me as it was one of the best in my opinion Target books-one i would constantly re-read.I deliberately never watched the “rediscovered” episode as it had been so built up as a story in my mind and the snap shots of the show i had seen didnt feature the snowy landscape my mind had pictured...but the audio thats a totally different matter...the landscape is mine all mine the blizzards, the whiteness,the snowmen and the Intelligence and Frazers narration a solid tale
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Post by iainmclaughlin on Feb 15, 2020 20:43:22 GMT
If they ever animate this one, my hope is that they animate the whole thing so that it's full of snow and blizzards rather than the admittedly lovely Welsh countryside. More snow, less Snowdonia.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2020 9:54:26 GMT
If they ever animate this one, my hope is that they animate the whole thing so that it's full of snow and blizzards rather than the admittedly lovely Welsh countryside. More snow, less Snowdonia. I'd love to see what could be done with the monastery itself, they were able to do such marvellous things with The Macra Terror. I've this nice false memory of the Second Doctor with trekking poles, slowly trudging his way through the snow. The shot's set up so we see his breath before he comes over the rise. There's a large peak in the foreground that looks like a temple, but it focusses, gains substance and it's actually the remaining tip of a canvas tent. He comes up to the camp. Hands clasped against the cold. The back of the structure's been torn clear. Shredded rags strewn down the cliffside beyond. No sign of life. He calls out to be sure and there's this sudden gust of wind that cuts right through him. He spins around with a shiver and the gust has blown clear a layer of snow -- beneath with lays a body. He suddenly looks a lot colder. He blows into his woollen gloves and steps forward to investigate... Isn't the imagination wondrous?  I had exactly the same reservations about watching some of the latter day Hartnell stories because of the Target stories. I remember, everything read from Galaxy Four onwards was in colour. |
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Post by iainmclaughlin on Feb 16, 2020 18:17:10 GMT
If they ever animate this one, my hope is that they animate the whole thing so that it's full of snow and blizzards rather than the admittedly lovely Welsh countryside. More snow, less Snowdonia. I'd love to see what could be done with the monastery itself, they were able to do such marvellous things with The Macra Terror. I've this nice false memory of the Second Doctor with trekking poles, slowly trudging his way through the snow. The shot's set up so we see his breath before he comes over the rise. There's a large peak in the foreground that looks like a temple, but it focusses, gains substance and it's actually the remaining tip of a canvas tent. He comes up to the camp. Hands clasped against the cold. The back of the structure's been torn clear. Shredded rags strewn down the cliffside beyond. No sign of life. He calls out to be sure and there's this sudden gust of wind that cuts right through him. He spins around with a shiver and the gust has blown clear a layer of snow -- beneath with lays a body. He suddenly looks a lot colder. He blows into his woollen gloves and steps forward to investigate... Isn't the imagination wondrous? I had exactly the same reservations about watching some of the latter day Hartnell stories because of the Target stories. I remember, everything read from Galaxy Four onwards was in colour. The great thing about the books was that they gave you a whole different set of memories. They may be false memories or different memories but they're good memories and that's the important thing. Those books provoked so much in the imaginations of thousands of kids. And made us all into movie directors in our minds, composing how it looked in our heads. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2020 2:27:15 GMT
I'd love to see what could be done with the monastery itself, they were able to do such marvellous things with The Macra Terror. I've this nice false memory of the Second Doctor with trekking poles, slowly trudging his way through the snow. The shot's set up so we see his breath before he comes over the rise. There's a large peak in the foreground that looks like a temple, but it focusses, gains substance and it's actually the remaining tip of a canvas tent. He comes up to the camp. Hands clasped against the cold. The back of the structure's been torn clear. Shredded rags strewn down the cliffside beyond. No sign of life. He calls out to be sure and there's this sudden gust of wind that cuts right through him. He spins around with a shiver and the gust has blown clear a layer of snow -- beneath with lays a body. He suddenly looks a lot colder. He blows into his woollen gloves and steps forward to investigate... Isn't the imagination wondrous? I had exactly the same reservations about watching some of the latter day Hartnell stories because of the Target stories. I remember, everything read from Galaxy Four onwards was in colour. The great thing about the books was that they gave you a whole different set of memories. They may be false memories or different memories but they're good memories and that's the important thing. Those books provoked so much in the imaginations of thousands of kids. And made us all into movie directors in our minds, composing how it looked in our heads. Yeah, and not just the directors either, but the actors, the sound design, even the lighting. With no two imaginations the same.  That's the rather wondrous thing about books in general. They're not transient things, there and gone, they last for quite a lot longer than their anticipated lifetime. In those who'd read them half a century on, plucked with yellowing pages from a secondhand shelf, to those inspired to create even more from their childhood memories of these worlds. To share, to foster, to bring life to a hundred suns and sands living in their remembrances. Age doesn't seem to weary old stories, it makes them grow instead. To every new reader, they are as young now as they were then. A little wear and tear on the dust cover, true, but the chapters themselves are just as magnetic. That's... an astonishing phenomenon. From writer to reader, reader to writer. That stories themselves can do that with just words on a page. That's something very special in that.  |
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Post by iainmclaughlin on Feb 17, 2020 14:20:14 GMT
The great thing about the books was that they gave you a whole different set of memories. They may be false memories or different memories but they're good memories and that's the important thing. Those books provoked so much in the imaginations of thousands of kids. And made us all into movie directors in our minds, composing how it looked in our heads. Yeah, and not just the directors either, but the actors, the sound design, even the lighting. With no two imaginations the same. That's the rather wondrous thing about books in general. They're not transient things, there and gone, they last for quite a lot longer than their anticipated lifetime. In those who'd read them half a century on, plucked with yellowing pages from a secondhand shelf, to those inspired to create even more from their childhood memories of these worlds. To share, to foster, to bring life to a hundred suns and sands living in their remembrances. Age doesn't seem to weary old stories, it makes them grow instead. To every new reader, they are as young now as they were then. A little wear and tear on the dust cover, true, but the chapters themselves are just as magnetic. That's... an astonishing phenomenon. From writer to reader, reader to writer. That stories themselves can do that with just words on a page. That's something very special in that. Man, I agree with absolutely ever word there. Books stay with you and grow your imagination, even long after you read them.
As for following generations... I had back surgery in 2004. I was stoned off my face on pain meds for a week or so. Apparently I was charming and fun when I was awake but I have no memory of it. However, my sisters came to visit and brought their kids. Three of my nieces came up and sat with me even when I was asleep, just to keep me company. The Targets were all on a shelf in my bedroom at that time - they're behind me here in the study now - and my nieces, who were 11-14 at the time, read the Targets. They kind of knew about Doctor Who because I love it and they watched some videos with me, but to them it was a show that died before they were born - but they loved these books. My great nieces are now 9 and almost 8... I think it's time for them to discover the Targets. The younger one likes listening to books and reading along. It's Target-time, kiddo! These books are as captivating now as they ever were.
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I had exactly the same reservations about watching some of the latter day Hartnell stories because of the Target stories. I remember, everything read from Galaxy Four onwards was in colour.
That's the rather wondrous thing about books in general. They're not transient things, there and gone, they last for quite a lot longer than their anticipated lifetime. In those who'd read them half a century on, plucked with yellowing pages from a secondhand shelf, to those inspired to create even more from their childhood memories of these worlds. To share, to foster, to bring life to a hundred suns and sands living in their remembrances. Age doesn't seem to weary old stories, it makes them grow instead.