*Disclaimer: Shortly after the Noel Clarke allegations were coming out, stories were reemerging about John Barrowman. I remember reading about some of them back when I was first getting into Doctor Who and Torchwood and, unfortunately, my reaction was the same as a lot of fans’: not exactly, “Oh John, that loveable prankster!” but not properly upset. While these allegations are obviously different than the ones against Clarke and seem to stem from a very different motivation, they still fall on the spectrum of unacceptable behavior/language/attitudes that fuel the wider landscape of rape culture. That’s not something that people should ever have to deal with in their workplace.*
Jack! I may have some periodic issues with the good
captain on Torchwood (as I do with
most everything on Torchwood,) but
the Jack we meet on Who is an utter
delight and a fantastic addition to the series 1 TARDIS crew. Any quibbles I have with Jack on Torchwood tend to vanish as soon as he
returns to the mother show. While I’ll
touch on Torchwood a little in today’s
post, it’s Who’s version of Jack that
I really want to celebrate.
In hindsight,
I suppose Jack fits Moffat’s cool-supporting-character template. Like River and Vastra, he’s a techie badass with
a come-hither attitude who’s comfortable with time-hopping, has an intriguing
backstory (with hints of darkness) whose surface is barely scratched, and tends
toward quippy dialogue and action poses.
(Come to think of it, if you take out the sci-fi bits, that fits Irene
Adler pretty well, too. Moffat
definitely has a type.) I don’t really
tire of Jack on Who, though, while
River and Vastra (and Irene) can sometimes be a little “too much” for me. I’m not sure why that is. Is it because Jack has had more writers
behind him, evening out his larger-than-life edges? Did he have the good fortune to arrive on the
show before I started to experience intriguing sexy badass fatigue? Is it because he’s male, or because Moffat’s
penchant for writing these characters as female sometimes makes it feel like he
only writes one kind of woman?
Whatever
the reason, Jack completely works for me on Who. A 51st-century time agent turned
conman, the Doctor and Rose meet him working a job in the middle of the London
blitz. He’s roguish, deceptively
charming, and self-confident to the point of vain, and he first tries to pull a
fast one over on our heroes and later willfully ignores his part in the bad
stuff going down – not your typical companion, right? However, Jack is more than he appears; his
past isn’t all breezy heists and partying, and he steps up to the plate in the
end. Though Rose feels he’s earned his
place on the TARDIS, the Doctor isn’t so quick to be sure. When Jack makes the usual remark about the
TARDIS being bigger on the inside, the Doctor tells him, “You’d better be.”
And
really, he is. When it comes down to it,
Jack is all about life, and that’s what he brings to the show. He’s more shoot-first than the Doctor likes,
but he’s also brave and dedicated – he comes back for those left behind, and in
the face of death, he squares his shoulders and orders a drink. Traveling with the Doctor satisfies his
adrenaline-junkie rush, and he throws himself wholeheartedly into his new, less
destructive way of life. He gushes over
flashy alien tech, his default setting is take-charge, and he has the best “pursued
by aliens while naked” stories. His
omnisexuality can be a bit of a joke (when he flashes that smile and introduces
himself, you can practically hear the show saying, “Here we go again!”), but I
think it’s ultimately affectionate. Jack
loves/desires/beds the same way he does everything: with 100% commitment.
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