Plum Pudding Reviews

  Torchwood Among Us 2 Warning: Torchwood Among Us 2 is a fairly dark boxset, and the some of the things I will be discussing in the reviews below, while not as brutal as Among Us 1's topics, may be distressing. In this household, we revere the trinity of Foley, Handcock and Goss like thousands of religions revered their ancient gods. Those other gods are fallen - no more. They languish in comparison to those who have produced the only truly consistently fabulous Big Finish series, and we do not mourn those pitiful religions of the past.  Each time a new release of this goddamn series comes out, I prepare for the brainrot to set in, to seep into my goddamn skull. I can no longer really present writeups of this particular series as anything truly well considered, nor objective. I cannot lie. I pray at the altar.  Among Us 2 is even more episodic than Among Us 1, hitherto the most episodic Torchwood boxset produced thus far. The four stories within, minus all being fairly exceptional

  The Fourth Doctor Adventures: Angels and Demons [Usual disclaimer: I am not an asshole. I am reviewing a product. I wish none involved in the making of this product harm in any way, nor should my opinion be taken as the entire fact and truth of the matter - I can only speak to the feelings of myself. I wish all who read this review a good day.] Angels and Demons is the second volume of the strangest series that I can really think Big Finish has made in quite some time, due to it's sheer disinterest in it's original material. For quite some time, the Fourth Doctor Adventures have been predicated on the logic of nostalgia - that they should be based around the idea of evoking 1970s material. This has been present since the genesis of the range with The Fourth Doctor Adventures Series One and The Fourth Doctor Lost Stories boxset, way back in 2012 - being promoted with these ads. Eleven years later, how much has really changed?? Fandom these days exists in a remarkably cynical f

  Part One: A Whiter Shade of Pale In the town of Broughstershire, on May 3rd, 5:27 AM, 2027, the postman came by every house in the neighbourhood and gave every single person a letter.  It was like any other day, and the postman personally did not think much of it, although there were more letters than usual, and neither did the townspeople think very much of the fact that the postman was delivering letters either.  Some people left the letters on their step, and rolled over in bed to sleep in a bit. Some morning joggers passed the letters by, and some picked them up and placed them on the mantle, not thinking about them in the slightest. A few self proclaimed old coots who had stayed up late or woken up early to watch the sunrise, though, they picked up their letters. They were the first to read them: which is how the trouble started. The letter was different for each person, although they all came from the same source. This is incredibly important to note. For instance, Mr. Charles