‘The boy whom time forgot’, surely? Oh well.
First off, let’s ask ourselves a rhetorical question in a loud, slightly self-righteous voice.
“Is nothing sacred? Nothing, I ask you?”
Just thought I’d get that off my chest. See, this Big Finish adventure takes one of the classic moments of the fifth Doctor’s TV reign, tramples all over, gets into its SUV, drives over it, reverses back for another go, then throws it into an old reservoir where it’s left to float among the dead fish and tyres.
Memories: crushed.
All the same, once you’ve accepted that particular shock to your system, The Boy That Time Forgot is quite fun and interesting. Treading a very fine line between self-mockery and pathos, it manages to avoid being an utterly pointless exercise in mining continuity for all its worth – and then some – and becomes something almost thought provoking.
Be warned, I’ll have to spoil you a little bit after the jump just so you have the faintest idea what I’m on about. It might make you more interested in the play, too.
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