His accomplice, Guy Crawford, is ridiculous, and his character arc builds to a laughably silly solution. The plotting is less a story than a disorganized series of random incidents. The clever central conceit regarding robot duplicates is basically restricted to the final scenes of the second episode and the second half of the last episode, leaving the other seventy minutes as a very loose structure to hang the twenty minutes of doppleganger fun on.
And even Terry Nation's usual collection of cool, mysterious ideas don't entirely succeed, feeling more like the stuff that's expected in Who rather than something particularly interesting. In particular, there's an appearance of the androids at the beginning of episode two where they shoot out of their fingertips in a far-too-Auton-ish way and are dressed exactly like the astronauts from Ambassadors of Death. It just feels like a lazy rehash, which is true about so many of Nation's ideas here.
And you know what I said in Zygons about Baker being better than Pertwee at the action stuff? It goes double for this one. Diving out windows, jumping off roofs, all manner of derring-do.
- Sarah Jane is wearing Crocs. In a 1976 TV show about time travel.
Now would be an appropriate time for an Inception-esque BWAAAMP!
(yes, I'm aware that Clogs in general have been around longer than that. I prefer things my way.)