Take my advice
by David Gibbs
Ever feel you've been conned? I do, and I have. Call me a fool, call me an idiot,
whatever, but last month, after reading a glossy colour advert in the Monthly, I sent off
a cheque for £38.95. That might give you a clue as to what I bought. And sure enough,
last week the package arrived. I tried to hide it from my friends (it came in a plain
brown wrapper), but eventually the truth came out. I had bought the DAPOL action figures.
"I never saw you as a completist," commented Ian when he found out. Too
right, neither had I. What made me do it, I don't know. I mean, it's not as if I'll ever
play with the damn things (whatever friends may say to the contrary, I have actually
outgrown that sort of thing). Perhaps it was a misplaced sense of nostalgia, a fond
remembrance of the old Denys Fisher toys of years gone by, coupled with memories of those
dinky little Star Wars figures (I'm just young enough to remember them). Alas, though, the
DAPOL figures are in a different league entirely. I think you get my drift.
In fairness, they are actually better than those Palitoy Star Wars figures. The arms
and legs are jointed at elbows and knees (or "fully articulated", as the sales
literature would have it; this is a new definition to me - if I was "fully
articulated" in the same way as the Doctor and Melanie then a good 90% of life's
pleasures would be out for a start). The heads turn (or at least, the Doctor's and the
Tetrap's turn; Melanie's is jointed, but her rigid shoulder-length hair ( has she been
using Harmony?) prevents it from turning at all). The Tetrap's wings (two pieces of
leather) flap, and hours of fun are to be had by positioning him just behind Melanie (she
can't see him, cos her head won't turn, remember?) and putting his claws together to
strangle her. Oh yes, and the handle of the Doctor's (non-opening) umbrella fits just
perfectly round Bonzo's neck. But apart from that ...
It's the price of the damn things that gets me. I mean, if they were 99p each then fair
enough; cheap, disposable fun. But three quid, all but a penny ...! I've still got the box
to my Denys Fisher K9 - £2.75 says the price tag. Okay, so this was ten years ago (and
just before the year of the 20% inflation), but even so, the old K9 was a good eight times
the volume of this new one. And it was the right colour. K9 should, of course, be
gun-metal. In my time I have seen silver K9s, grey K9s, black K9s and even pale blue K9s.
But nothing could have prepared me for the shock of opening the box to find a K9 sporting
a livery of finest green.
Let's be brutally honest for a moment. Accuracy doesn't seem to have been very high up
on DAPOL's list of priorities. No, actually that's not entirely fair - in some areas the
models are extremely faithful to their tv counterparts. The Doctor's jersey is covered in
red question-marks, Melanie's costume is an exact replica of that seen in Time and the
Rani, Urak has the requisite number of eyes for a Tetrap (four), K9 has a little silver
dog tag, the panel on the side of the Police Box ("Pull to Open", etc.) is
entirely accurate, and the panels on the central console look convincingly high-tech and
gimmicky (just like the tv version). Of course, it's with the control console that the
accuracy really goes to pot. I expect you've all heard the story (tragedy, farce ...)
about the famous console cock-up, but suffice to say that it is lacking one vital
component - the sixth side. Had one never seen the tv series then I daresay that the model
would look very impressive (not fifteen quid's worth of impressive, mind you, but
impressive nonetheless). A pentagonal console is an interesting concept, but when one has
been used to the more orthodox version for nigh on twenty-five years the only word to use
is wrong. (There are plenty of other words suitable, but "wrong" is the only one
I'm going to print in this zine.) The two large grey protrusions extending at right-angles
from the base are also novel additions to the original concept; their purpose, apparently,
is to hold the batteries necessary to power the thing. The Doctor's TARDIS uses power
derived from collapsing a supernova into a black hole, but, taking proportion into
account, DAPOL have managed to scale this down to four AA batteries. Mind you, the
Doctor's TARDIS can travel anywhere within the five dimensions, whereas the DAPOL
console's power is concentrated into making the the screens light up (a pretty shade of
yellow), making the time rotor flash (a pretty shade of pink) and, and this is the good
bit, and making the time rotor go up and down. The noise it makes whilst doing this is not
dissimilar to that of the TARDIS dematerialisation effect, but I suspect that the
resemblance is unintentional.
To go with the console is a base plate. Oh, just a piece of grey plastic, but what fun
is to be had with it! There are pegs to fix the figures to (Melanie won't stand up any
other way - what is she on?), slots and more pegs to attach the walls (complete with
convincing roundels) in two different positions, and a semi-circular groove. On the face
of it, this seems like quite a good idea, and I assume that this is how it appeared to the
designers. The idea, you see, is that you rev up K9 (friction drive, didn't I mention
that?), position him at one end of the groove, and then let him go. He will then glide
round the console room, in the way that K9 does. (Obviously the designers don't watch the
programme nowadays (and, of course, they're not alone there) but we'll let that pass -
it's the thought that counts.) Unfortunately, in practice it doesn't work like that. You
rev up K9, you position him at one end of the groove, you let him go, and then you don't
blink. K9 now zooms round the console room at a scale speed of about 90 miles per hour and
flies off the edge of the base-plate. If you're playing with this on the carpet then this
is okay, as (in a remarkable display of accuracy to the tv version) K9 can't cope with
difficult terrain like carpets and comes to a complete stop. If, however, the whole is
arranged atop a table then K9 tends to shoot off the edge and fly into space (you know,
the way K9 does), and, shortly after, drop to the ground (again, in the way K9 would when
faced with nothing below him but empty space). Furthermore, if one happens to be standing
over the model when revving up the little green dog, as one would when demonstrating the
whole set to a disbelieving friend, then our little canine chum has a habit of racing at
one's most tender region at a rate of knots that is liable to put one off robot dogs for
life. (Had the model been any more substantial, I fear it might have put me off more than
just that ...)
There is, however, one saving grace. The Police Box is perhaps one of the most accurate
representations I have ever seen, short of the old early-sixties Dinky model. Twelve
pounds is, admittedly, more than a little steep for what, in truth, is little more than
four pieces of bent and painted plastic, but beggars can't be choosers. The only thing
that I could possibly criticise it on is the choice of colour for the flashing fairy-light
on top. My recollection is that the TARDIS boasted a yellow lantern on top, but I may be
wrong. DAPOL know best. (I don't know what made me say that, considering past evidence,
but ...) The Police Box, of course, opens up to form the walls of the console room, which,
as I mentioned earlier, are actually quite good. Not even DAPOL can cock-up everything.
Incidentally, if one looks closely at the photograph on the front of the gift-set one will
notice that the TARDIS has mysteriously gained an extra wall of roundels, not supplied in
the actual set. Presumably a five-sided Police Box to match the console ...
My super toys came to me in the "Limited Edition 25th Anniversary Commemorative
Diorama Playset", which is marketing-speak for a bit of moulded polystyrene and a
colour photo on the front (a photo which, incidentally, also shows a Tetrap with cloth
wings and a correctly coloured K9, as well as hiding the most obvious deficiency of the
console). I've yet to see the packaging for the individual figures, but it'll have to be
good to convince today's kiddies that they're worth spending two or three weeks' pocket
money on. (Is that right, or am I dreadfully out of touch?)
I've made a few criticisms of these new figures, but I'm sure DAPOL will take them in
the friendly, constructive manner they were meant (honest!). Of course, they weren't aimed
at me, and I daresay were I fifteen years younger I might think them not too bad. But then
again, in comparison to the Denys Fisher figures they really aren't of the same quality.
Those DF figures, of course, weren't exactly paragons of accuracy, but as far as
construction and play-value go, I would rate them much more highly. DAPOL state that the
figures are "unsuitable for children under the age of 3 years", which, if this
is the case, makes me wonder just who the damned things are suitable for? Ah well, I
suppose there are a couple of thousand DWB readers out there ...
Postscript, 2005: at the age of two-and-a-half, my son
Thomas has just discovered my Dapol toys, and thinks they're fantastic. 18 years on, my
purchase finally seems justified ...
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