“And before we go any further, who the hell orders pizza under the name of ‘Torchwood’?”
Ever see a program that reminds you of another that you think you know, but you can’t quite place it? The characters are new but somehow familiar, the themes and material feel like they’ve been weathered and time-tested, but the whole thing is a new experience? It’s like going to a restaurant you know and trust, and finding a whole new page on the menu you never saw before. (Must have been a perception filter on the menu, as a result of a dimensionally transcendental chameleon circuit placed right on that page which welded its perception properties to a spatio-temporal rift. But that sounds kind of ridiculous.)
Sink with us into the pavement in Cardiff Bay as we begin a full rewatch of the Torchwood spin-off series from 2006. We try (operative word, here) to see the series through fresh eyes, considering both those who came to find the show as it emerged from Doctor Who, and even those who happened to find Torchwood first, and discovered DW as a result. The subject matter is darker, the language is stronger, everyone is younger, and Owen is still a jerk.
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