Roger Delgado, The Master remembered. Words by @Zeiton_7 and Pictures by @cheezypeas

On the 18th June 1973 the chauffeur driven car that Roger Caesar Marius Bernard de Delgado Torres Castillo Roberto was travelling plunged over a ravine. At the time he was filming  in Turkey and sadly all that were travelling in the car died.  Roger Delgado was the first actor to portray The Master and did so to perfection in eight stories. Tragically he was to feature in one final story with Jon Pertwee's Doctor and Roger's death has often been quoted as one of the reasons Jon decided to leave the series.

So, on Saturday we in the bar are leading an affectionate and loving tribute to the archest of The Doctors enemies. Roger's on screen presence was tangible right from the first scene in Terror of the Autons. He seemed to exude evil and malevolence without uttering a word. His planning was much more subtle yet still formidable, however the aim was always the same. Complete and total obedience to him and absolute destruction of The Doctor, normally after humiliating him first!

Delgado's Master had impeccable dress sense, normally opting for sharp black suits. His, literally, hypnotic eyes seem to bore into the poor unfortunate souls who crossed him and they soon were under his influence. Even when he seemed to be defeated it was never wise to let down your guard as he could always be relied on to pull another little twist and escape.

Delgado's relationship with Pertwee both onscreen and off was close. This may be one of the reasons that Delgado is so effective as The Doctors adversary. Their performances together show complete trust in each others acting abilities and this just adds to the delight in watching any stories they feature in.

I am sad to say that my recollections and affection for Roger Delgado only began some 15 years after his death. As I was born in 1975 my first encounters were in watching repeats of those classic stories and also with the brilliant writing within the Target books. Even so, I was totally amazed and in admiration of this actor who could deliver such an intense and powerful performance. Here, surely was a match for The Doctor's intellect and someone to be feared. I always felt that when The Master was around The Doctor was always in more danger than with any other foe (something which was ably proven during Logopolis)

Roger Delgado's legacy is obvious. He provided such a fantastically strong foundation for The Master that Doctor Who has been able to continue the characters development through 7 incarnations. Each new actor that portrays The Master, like those who play The Doctor, add something different. But all owe a great debt to the original, and in my opinion, the best.

The Master attends a Black Sabbath Concert.

So please join us on Saturday and revel in Roger Delgado's scene stealing performance as The Master. It is our will "so mote it be"

The Bar opens at 7:30pm BST and we press play at 8.00pm #DWBAR

A Controversial Position

I come before you now with a statement and an admission.  Knowing what I do of the tendencies of Doctor Who fandom, I’m prepared to be branded a heretic for the first, marked as a fool for the second, and forever banished to a nice cell in Block Theta of the Stormcage for both. Or at the very least slagged off in the comments section.  However, in the immortal words of Super-Chicken’s faithful assistant Fred, I knew the job was dangerous when I took it.  So here goes.

The statement: For a long time, The Master was a lousy character.

Yes, I get that he’s the Doctor’s greatest adversary who doesn’t carry a toilet plunger; yes, I get that he’s the Professor Moriarty to the Doctor’s Sherlock Holmes; yes, I get that he’s the Doctor’s mirror image, the evil reflection of his personality, the dark counterpoint to his shining goodness, blah blather bleat. But the fact remains that, throughout the original series, the Master never really does much more than stand around announcing his nefarious schemes, having periodic fits of maniacal laughter, and basically coming off like Ernst Stavro Blofeld in the Roger Corman version of Thunderball, the one where the budget didn’t stretch to hiring a Persian cat. (This film does not actually exist, but don’t tell me you wouldn’t pay to see it.)

No disrespect whatever to Roger Delgado, who could invest the most ludicrous speeches with conviction and dignity as if giving his Iago at the National Theatre and who had the greatest goatee ever grown by a human chin.  I can’t blame Anthony Ainley either; you try being menacing while dressed as an Elizabethan Klingon. The less said about the unfortunate sod in the burn-victim makeup, the better; I hope he was well paid. However the fact remains that the Master was always a collection of evil mastermind tropes, a fact that was thrown into stark, hilarious relief by Jonathan Pryce in Steven Moffat’s script for the Comic Relief parody The Curse of Fatal Death. To this day, when rewatching The Last of The Time Lords, I keep checking the line of John Simm’s suits for telltale signs of Dalek Bumps.

Even Russell T. Davies, in interviews given during his first series, confessed he wasn’t certain he’d be bringing the Master back—at least, not until he could devise a way to make him more than The Guy With The Black Moustache Who Sneers. Which, I’m sure we’re all agreed, he and Sir Derek Jacobi and John Simm finally did, brilliantly.

So. The classic version of the Master: not a good character. That’s the statement.

Here’s the admission:

I love Eric Roberts as the Master.

There. I said it.

Roberts played the role in the 1996 TV Movie imaginatively titled Doctor Who, an abortive attempt by producer Philip Segal, in partnership with BBC Worldwide, Universal and the American Fox Network, to launch a new television series starring Paul McGann as The Eighth Doctor. Those who know about this project need not be told that Whovians are widely divided over it. Granted, that’s not saying much: Whovians possess the rare talent to make anything a divisive issue. But it's true that it's a miracle that the thing got made at all, given that every single decision had to satisfy Segal, director Geoffrey Sax, the BBC, Fox, Universal Television and the lady in Craft Services who served the tea.  Roberts was one of those compromises-by-committee, being apparently the only actor in the civilised world who a) possessed sufficient name recognition for American audiences, b) fit the available salary budget and c) actually agreed to accept the part.

Eric Roberts has had something of a checkered career. I'd be the last person to try to sell the man as a major thespic talent of our age on the strength of his role in, say, D.O.A. But the acting profession can be a very hard dollar even for the best of actors, and in a situation common to all working performers, Roberts has been very good in a number of roles, and has done the best he could do in the things he had to take to keep food on the table. Alas, we as an entertainment-consuming people are incredibly unforgiving of perceived failure, a tendency that has tended to turn Mr. Roberts’ name into a facile joke.  I submit that, in this instance at least, the gentleman has nothing to apologise for.

The Master of this movie seems to be writer Matthew Jacobs's reaction to many of the shortcomings I pointed out at the beginning of the article. No longer is the character an urbane, debonair blackguard quoting from 101 Nefarious Aphorisms for All Occasions; he's been disintegrated, turned into a box of CGI goo, and has been reduced to crawling into the mouth of a hapless working stiff simply in order to possess his body and have a pair of legs to walk around with. This would tend to play merry hell with anyone's psyche. This Master isn't just evil; he's batshit crazy, which by itself turns him into a much more interesting character and a juicier role to play.

I can't speak to Roberts' motivations for taking the role, though I suspect that it had as much to do with paying his bills as anything else. But he seems to have said to himself, "All right; I've got this silly TV show playing a ridiculous bad guy in a dumb science-fiction story. Might as well enjoy myself." And oh, does he ever. He has enormous fun making the Master as flamboyantly weird as possible. His Master is more than just crazy; he knows he's crazy, he's getting the biggest kick out of being crazy, and he just doesn't care. He loves it.

Take this scene, in which the Master, having just possessed the body of an unfortunate EMT named Bruce, goes to the hospital where the Doctor's body was last known to have been seen.  Roberts is dressed in black leather jacket and sunglasses, playing the scene as if he hasn't quite worked out how to use the body, speaking in an unnerving and surpassingly creepy monotone, the whole thing an obvious and playful reference to The Terminator:

DESK NURSE

Hey, Bruce. Why the shades?

THE MASTER

I had a bad night.

DESK NURSE

(laughs)

Did you want something?

THE MASTER

What happened to the gunshot wound I brought in? I've got orders to move him.

DESK NURSE

He died.

THE MASTER

Oh yeah. Well. I've got orders to move his body.

(As he says this, The Master peels off one of his own fingernails, leaving a bloody pad, completely oblivious to the pain, then casually tosses it away.)

Where is it?

(leans closer; with urgency)

His body.

DESK NURSE

(nervously)

Haven't you heard? The body's gone. Stolen!

THE MASTER

Okay. Where are his things?

DESK NURSE

The kid that brought him in ran off with them.

THE MASTER

The Asian child.

DESK NURSE

(laughs)

"The Asian child?" Bruce, you're sick!

THE MASTER

(he means it)

Thank you.

In other scenes, the Master lies through his borrowed teeth to enlist the aid of others, which Roberts plays like the world's best used-car salesman, utterly confident in his line of bullshit and hardly bothering to conceal his own glee at fooling the stupid humans.  He also has genuinely scary moments, such as the one where the Master calmly murders the wife of the man he's possessed, gently shushing her screams with a dainty finger to his lips.

It all comes to a magnificent head at the movie's climax, wherein the Doctor and his arch enemy face off inside the TARDIS' Cloister Room for a final showdown.  For the scene Roberts is dressed in a fantastically elaborate version of the classic Gallifreyan Time Lord Ceremonial Robe.  It's been reported that Roberts wasn't entirely able to take the costume seriously on set, and he has no qualms about sending it up:

"I always dress for the occasion." (Actual line.)

Kind of hard to blame him under the circumstances. Still, camp outfit notwithstanding, Roberts completely commits to the operatic tone of the climax, declaiming his lines with relish and giving the proceedings all he's got, through his inevitable, special-effects-laden defeat.

Doctor Who fans may quarrel about the merits of this movie. (Hell, they may quarrel about what River Song likes for breakfast.)  They may prefer the traditional Master to the movie's admittedly unconventional and slightly satiric version.  But that's all to the good; if we all liked the same things, all blogs and fan forums would become boring, rather pointless places. For myself, I'll go to my grave admiring the attempt to put a little fun back into the Master, to invest him with humour, madness and a sense of play. It's hard to deny that Russell T. Davies and John Simm saw the usefulness of this approach.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a shuttle to catch. I have to report to Stormcage in the morning.

Thank you for your attention. Lock and load!

Voodoo Child?

I knew myself, at the first breath of this new life, to be wicked, tenfold more wicked, sold a slave to original evil - The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

I joined Doctor Who quite late in its timeline: 1982 to be exact. It was a year after Botham's Ashes that I discovered a time traveller who dressed as an Edwardian cricketer and travelled in a blue Police Box.

But from the start, I was different from the other children I went to school with. While some wanted to be Daleks and others either the Doctor or one of his companions, I never did.

In that one aspect I was unique at my school...I always wanted to be The Master!

The Master was an enigma wrapped up in a conundrum. Always revealing a little about himself "spoilers" (as River Song would put it), but never giving you the whole picture.

The Third Doctor said they were "at school together" and the Tenth Doctor dismisses the notion that they were "brothers", but it was clear from the outset that they were very much Brothers In Arms.

Whichever one of them did the other always seemed to anticipate the others actions. From the Master's first attempt on the Third Doctor's life in Terror of the Autons, up to the Tenth Doctor's explanation to Rassilon of the Master's plan to change all the Time Lords, they always seem to know what the other is thinking.

But why would someone like the Master and how has the character managed to survive for forty years?

The answer is simple...what's not to like?

From King John's champion in The King's Demons to smartly dressed Prime Minister in The Sound of Drums, the Master "always dresses for the occasion" as he informs the Eighth Doctor, and like all the great villains, he always gets the best lines.

The Master also gets the best weapons. From his Tissue Compression Eliminator to his Laser Screwdriver, the Master has always been familiar with the tools of his trade and how to best use them.

Once his character had been established in the early 1970's, the Master was used less frequently, and though may seem strange to say, Roger Delgado's untimely death was probably the making of the Master's legacy.

The Master wasn't to return to the series until The Deadly Assassin as a deformed, revenge driven being on his last regeneration, whose soul purpose was survival.

His next appearance in The Keeper of Traken gave him a new body of sorts when he used The Source to take over Tremas' body. And once established in his new self, his soul aims were universal domination and the death of the Doctor (Logopolis/Castrovalva).

The Master then returned in Time-Flight and Planet of Fire, on both occasions trying to extend his own borrowed life. And that was where he seemed destined to be, forever seeking an extension on his life and trying to kill the Doctor.

Then came The Trial of a Time Lord. From this point on the Master seems to crave revenge as if it's the Doctor's fault he is what he is, and survival is now a secondary consideration. Indeed, in Survival he blames the Doctor for becoming part of the Cheetah Planet and in the Eighth Doctor adventure actually admits, "I wasted all my lives!"

And so to the new series. When Sir Derek Jacobi declared, "I am the Master", I am not ashamed to admit I punched the air and yelled "Yes!" The apple offered by Eve to Adam was their and with John Simm taking over the role, the Doctor Who universe collectively took a bite of this insane apple!

The Master had always been charismatic, but in Harold Saxon form we now had a psychotic charisma. "Liked" by McFly and Anne Widdicombe, this was a Master we were both repulsed and fascinated by.

With the drumbeat in his head, this was a Master driven to madness, and this madness was also to be his weakness and his downfall.

And so he "died!" Shot by his faithful companion...Lucy. And indeed, Lucy was to be the cause of the Master being as he is now in The End of Time.

The End of Time sees the Master perhaps for the first time ever, awakening from his petty vengeance and starting to grasp the big picture. His realisation that his never-ending drumbeat is part of the Time Lords survival plan and his manipulation by them, not only shatters his ego but forces him to join the Doctor's side.

The Master's most recent act was to drive the Time Lords back into the hell that was the Time War.

Is this The Master's salvation? Is he now trapped on Gallifrey during the Time War? Or did he somehow escape just as the Time Lords were banished back to their own horrors?

Only one thing is certain when it comes to the Master, and perhaps that's the reason I am a fan of his..., nothing can ever be taken for granted.

Article by @BIGGLES27