Looking back I can’t help but relate to how a 15 going on 16 year old was so attracted to this season. You’ve got little digs towards what many would describe as “chavs” and then the whole kissing malarkey between the Doctor and Rose was a huge shock factor. Though the humans that the desperate, and eager-to-please cat nuns perform sadistic and cruel experiments on, remind of my poor dear friends who’ve had to endure the wrath of the most evil thing known to a teenager, acne!
It seems that in the far, far future in the city of New, New York (technically the 15th New York) acne is no longer brought onto teenagers by greasy foods,skin, hormones and adrenaline but it can be passed by a simple touch and can be deadly. Not to one’s ego or stunning charms but it can out right kill you. Frightening, I know! At any moment you could say the best cure for these infected “humans” could be in fact Clearasil.
But enough with the Mickey taking, I thoroughly enjoyed this episode. I found that Russell T Davies was on true form, his writing capability made this story a pleasure to watch. There was comedy, romance and drama. The isolation that human experiments were suffering was a big impact and the way the Doctor with the help of Rose made Lady Cassandra realize that her vanity wasn’t going to get her anywhere in life was beautifully written. But the ending is what kicks of her vanity fair, like many of Davies’s brilliant works in Doctor Who. The story went full circle and I feel that Lady Cassandra is a representation of man’s lust to look and feel “perfect.” She also represents vanity which has given an Narcissist lifestyle which has led to another one of the seven deadly sins, greed. Her love for comestic surgery has reached fever pitch and she’ll stop at nothing to get whatever she wants, but all it takes is a good man/person to bring her back to reality to learn her ways and to see the bigger picture.
In conclusion for a season opening I award this episode 9/10 deadly cat nuns.