Review: Torchwood 2×5 – Adam

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As we learnt last week, Cath Treggena isn’t too hot with the action-adventure plots, but does quite well with the emotional stuff. This week’s episode was thankfully free of action-adventure plots, but high on emotional stuff.

I think I’m actually pinching myself as I write this, but it might well be the first episode of Torchwood that bears… repeat viewing.

Plot
An alien with the power to change memories infiltrates Torchwood, can the team save themselves before it’s too late? With Captain Jack caught up in memories of his lost family, and Gwen struggling to remember Rhys, it takes Jack’s love of Ianto to reveal the truth. But there’s always a price to pay.

Was it any good?
Initially, it was tempting to think this was just going to be a retread of that Buffy episode where Jonathan mysteriously becomes head of the Scooby Gang – right down to his mysterious insertion in the title sequence. Ooh, who’s this Adam and why does everything think he’s a member of the team? Let the intrepid Torchwood investigate and stop him while they discover a little more about themselves.

Indeed, there was more than a little of that in the episode. But it was more of a musing on the nature of memory and how much who we are depends on what we remember. Change the memories and change the person.

So Owen becomes nerdy and Tosh becomes confident for no real reason other than its fun to watch. Gwen forgets her fiancé. Ianto thinks he’s a serial killer. And Jack remembers growing up with a family of white, beach-dwelling snood wearers terrorised by flying beasties we can’t see for budgetary reasons. Except that’s supposed to be real. Oh dear. I thought the 51st century would have been cooler.

All this is handled quite sensitively and even movingly at times. Gwen’s breaking down as a brief recollection makes her realise that she really has forgotten Rhys; Owen’s failed courting of Tosh and the knowledge that she’ll regret turning him down if she ever remembers; Tosh’s despair at having to forget the false memories of a man she thinks she loves: these were real chances for some decent acting and emotion that the cast more or less lived up to.

Unfortunately, both John Barrowman and Gareth David-Lloyd were really quite bad with their false memory syndromes, Barrowman steering towards the hopelessly unconvincing and melodramatic, David-Lloyd just going over the top. Best not try that again, guys. A nice bit of gentle comedy for you next time. You’re good at that.

As per usual, shining the torch of logic at Torchwood is a bad idea. Why was Gwen, who’s already taken the Torchwood amnesia pill, so resistant to the idea that she might have lost her memory? Why didn’t anyone ever write anything down to explain things to their future amnesiac selves in case things go wrong? Why are there official plastic bags stamped with a Torchwood logo? Why do the amnesia pills wipe out the old memories Adam didn’t create as well as the old memories he did create if they’re only supposed to wipe out new memories? When did Jack wipe the CCTV system and why? To avoid Adam coming back? But isn’t everything going to unravel once Rhys blabs his mouth off about what’s been happening to them? Or if they try to work out what’s been happening for the past 48 hours, like in the first episode? And, without sounding too much like Brad Pitt, what’s in the box? Is it the sand from the beach that Jack played on? Why?

But hey ho, it’s all about the journey, isn’t it? Quite fun and quite touching, bar a few sickness inducing moments. A pretty good episode overall.




  • I thought the box tied in to Jack’s chum from the first episode (Mr Marsters) as it looked a bit like the puzzle assembled there. Anyway, in ep 1 Jack’s chum told him that he’d found Gray (who we now know is J’s brother – and there was a cut in epi 1 to a scene from this (see http://www.afterelton.com/TV/recaps/torchwood/201?page=0%2C9 ). I think they may be springing a story arc on us – without telling anyone.

  • There was something about it that I couldn’t put my finger on, a voice at the back of my head going ‘This is rubbish, isn’t it?’… but it was very watchable and good fun. Nice to see that Jack comes from Tattooine.
    Next week’s, which was on BBC3 straight after, is, dare I say it, actually rather good.

  • I know what you mean.
    Bastard the PVR cut off the first ten minutes of the next episode, otherwise I would have watched it this morning.

  • Kev

    One night. Two episodes of Torchwood. Both really rather splendid. Pinch me, am I dreaming?! I feel the urge to post some reviews back on my site.
    Glad I wasn’t alone in thinking that Jack’s home was a bit Tattooine-y. Also, a little clumsy how everyone avoided calling “young Jack” by whatever his real name might have been, whereas Gray was namechecked about a dozen times.
    I was thinking throughout “Adam” that the concept of adjusting memories was somewhat fraught if you could only affect one person at a time. However, if you don’t interrogate it too much, TW is all good fun.

  • Craig G

    Bleh. It was OK, but still only up to the standards of a run-of-the-mill episode of something like Angel, and someone at Torchwood HQ appears to be a bi fan of 2000 AD, seeing as they keep ripping it (I assume Nikolai Dante will be back sooner or later).
    This episode was better than most, but I’m still only one crap episode from pulling the plug on Torchwood entirely – and judging by the series so far, that should arrive within the next fortnight.
    Still, at least it’s better than the dire Ashes to Ashes.

  • I thought the sand in the box may have been what was left of Adam’s actual physical presence here in the (for lack of a better term) material world.
    And while the fact that Rhys would remember the 48 hour gap was a plot-hole, it was nice to see that his connection to the group was expanded and not just put on the back burner.
    I was reminded of the ‘Star Trek: The Next Generation’ episode of “Conumdrum” in which Erich Anderson as Kieran MacDuff was apparently always in their midst, and none of them remembered otherwise.