|Patrick Troughton (the Second Doctor, 1966-69)|
I stopped watching after the Baker era, but began again when the series was relaunched with Christopher Eccleston's Ninth Doctor. I agree with Tim Bustin's article that Eccleston's Doctor is underrated; he introduced a new gravitas to the role itself and the show as a whole that then allowed David Tennant and Matt Smith (celebrated by Louisa Dassow and Melissa Smith respectively) the freedom to reintroduce a sense of comedy, played off against the seriousness. However, when asked which of the previous Doctors had most influenced him, Matt Smith replied "I love Patrick Troughton. What I think is wonderful about (him) is he's weird and peculiar but he never asks you to find him weird and peculiar."
That same sense of the weirdness of Troughton's Second Doctor, the genuinely alien and unsettling quality of his character, appealed to me back in the 70s. I was too young to see the original series and his Doctor suffered more than any other from the BBC's habit, during that era, of "wiping" (destroying) copies of episodes following broadcast, so repeats were few and far between. However, nearly all of the series were novelised (by Target Books) and the ones involving the Second Doctor absorbed me most of all. Whereas the First Doctor (William Hartnell) had been a wise, avuncular, elegant figure, Troughton's Doctor often masked his cleverness, presenting himself as an absurd little man, shabbily dressed with a pudding-bowl haircut, not to be taken seriously. Rather like the TV detective Columbo, this pose of being an imbecile was central to the way in which the character manipulated his enemies, until they realised, too late, that he was several steps ahead of them.
My favourite Target book, read over and over again, was The Web of Fear, featuring the Second Doctor battling lethal Yeti robots in an abandoned London Underground pervaded by a poisonous fungus. At least one of the people helping the Doctor is actually being controlled by the sinister Great Intelligence, but we do not know who, which lends the story the quality of a spy thriller (it was written at the height of the Cold War, 1968) as we wait for the "traitor" to be revealed. Written by the prolific Terrance Dicks, The Web of Fear, involved an unusually high body-count, including several characters the reader had been encouraged to admire or grow quite close to (in addition to the usual quota of expendable UNIT soldiers); the Doctor himself is shown at his darkest and even his most despairing. Excitingly, a copy of 4 of the 5 missing episodes of The Web Of Fear (one of the series most keenly sought by "Whovians") was discovered just one month ago in Nigeria (along with The Enemy of the World, in which Troughton plays both protagonist and antagonist) and is now available for the first time in 45 years; here is a trailer (created since the rediscovery):
As you can see, the special effects budget was rather lower then. I have fond memories of one episode from that period in which someone is killed by something that looks very much like a black bin liner. Wiped episodes and bin liners are perhaps indicative of an era in which Doctor Who was seen not as one of the crown jewels of the BBC (just think of the worldwide promotion for tonight's episode) but as an enjoyable children's programme that was seen as rather disposable by a broadcaster that saw its role as "to educate, inform and entertain" (very much in that order). When asked what Doctor Who had meant to him, Patrick Troughton would always reply that, as a jobbing actor, he had simply been glad of three years' regular work. I don't think the BBC Publicity Department today would allow Tennant or Smith to get away with such an offhand response.