When less is more - or not enough.
There was a Doctor Who episode. It had a Cyberman in it.
For those who haven’t as yet entered the Tardis, a Cyberman is an ordinary human converted to a type of emotionless automaton. They walk (or clank) like a human, but they’ve had their emotions removed, they work on logic (assuming it’s logical to want to take over the universe by cyber-ing a planet at a time) and they’re almost impossible to kill.
Phew. There. See, there was this Doctor Who episode. It had a…
Oh. I did that bit already :-).
No, I’m not here to tell you how amazing Doctor Who is, or that Stetsons (don’t ask :-P) are cool. But there was this Doctor Who episode and it had a Cyberman in it. And it’s that little ‘a’ I was thinking about.
Now, I’m not going to say how I thought this Doctor Who episode was amazing, wonderful, fantastic – or even terrible, awful, bad. But, and yes it’s only a personal view, the Cybermen are at their most horrifying, scary or otherwise effective not when it’s just one, but when it’s a company or a regiment of emotionless automata, marching in clanking lockstep towards some unsuspecting, er, unsuspecting thing. I mean, sure. The Doctor always wins in the end. But there’s still this horde of clanking silver robo-people to get by first.
There was another episode of Doctor Who. The Doctor landed in a rich American’s underground museum of alien artifacts. And in this museum, there was one artifact that was different. It was still alive. Working. Moving. It wasn’t a Cyberman. It was a Dalek. Daleks don’t look like people. They look like big pepper-pots. They don’t clank, they glide. Sure, they still want to take over the universe, but not by turning the inhabitants into other Daleks. No, more by turning them into frazzled heaps and rolling over the top of them. But, in any case, this Dalek was securely chained down in a locked room, busy being tortured in the name of science.
Yes, it escaped :-).
It didn’t just escape, it rolled (and levitated, but that’s another story) through the complex, pretty much impossible to kill or stop. And it was implacable, and it was nasty – and it was scary. Even though there was only one of it. But at the end of the story arc, there was another episode. With lots of Daleks. Hundreds of lots. Hundreds of lots of… well, you get the idea. And you know what? Yes, it’s still just a personal view, but they were nowhere near as scary as that one Dalek rolling through the museum.
In John Carpenter’s ‘The Thing’, there’s only one Thing. A shape-shifting alien that assumes the shape of the people it kills. One. Would The Thing have had the same impact if there had been hundreds of ‘Things’? Or even ten? In ‘Invasion of the Body Snatchers’, in the beginning, there are just a few undiscovered pod people, and at the end, there are just the last few humans (or apparently last person if we look at the 1978 remake with Donald Sutherland) surrounded by pod people. Would ‘Invasion of the Body Snatchers have been as nasty if there was one, um, snatcher? In Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds, the scariest scenes aren’t of one bird pecking out someone’s eyes – they’re of lots of birds. Still birds. Silent birds sat all together on, for instance, a school climbing frame.
OK. The birds are a bit different. However scary having one’s eyes pecked out may be, you might think you can fight off one bird. But not ten. Twenty. Not a hundred cawing, psychotic flapping… not a hundred. But if we go back (briefly – don’t worry :-P) to those Daleks and Cybermen for a moment – both are nasty. Both are nearly unstoppable. But, and yes, it’s a personal opinion, in one case a single Dalek is more scary than a hundred thousand, and in the other the impact comes from a troop of emotionless silver soldiers severely in need of shock absorbers and an oil change.
So sometimes, less is more, and sometimes less is, well, less.
If Alfred, Lord Tennyson, had written how into the valley of death had wandered Private Bates, looking for a lost library book, then no matter how many cannons to the left, the right or the front, it is unlikely anyone would have noticed. Except, maybe, Private Bates Mother. In the first ‘Alien’ movie, there’s only one Alien (yes, lots of pods and threats, but for most of the movie only one Alien) lurking and looming around the spaceship. And, for me, it worked. In the second movie – there’s lots. Running and clawing through the tunnels and access pipes – there’s lots. And that worked too - but differently. Which is more scary? More impacting? That is a very different question. In Antonio Mercero’s ‘La Cabina’, we start with one man trapped in a telephone kiosk, and we end with… but no. Spoilers. Look it up. See it. And, for the record, you don’t even need to know Spanish :-).
So sometimes, in my view at least, less is more. And, sometimes, more is less.
Or maybe not. The floor’s open. What do you think?
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