Never before have I felt so compelled to repeatedly scream "SHUT UP!" at the screen. Even when Gwen wasn't talking, I just wanted to reach into my TV and punch her repeatedly in the face. I'm not a violent person! Surely this can't be the reaction I'm supposed to get while watching Torchwood?
There's only one word I can find to describe this programme: wretched. Utterly WRETCHED. That applies to the characters, the storylines AND the viewer's experience of watching it. Wretched.
That said, I did
let out a high-pitched squeal and start jumping around my living room when the TARDIS showed up. Oh, the relief of being able to watch Captain Jack on a show that is actually good and not have to put up with this utter tripe.