There is, increasingly, less and less to say. The same problems are present week upon week, the preaching unbearable.

This is, I think, Orphan 55’s more handsome and successful brother. The anti-pollution message was better integrated into the episode, the supporting cast handled better (with better performances – Warren Brown was a particular standout).

But this is not saying much. The show consistently fails to hit the basic beats of drama. It is almost incomprehensible at points. As ever, it rarely seems in control of what it is saying. Guns are bad, except for when they’re not – laser shoes don’t count as a gun, somehow, because they’re a comedy device, played for laughs. Yaz, alleged police officer, can’t think of how to clear a street, but white man Thomas Edison knows exactly what to do. (Like last week, this episode even seemed to mock Yaz’s alleged job when ex-DI Jake boots down the door as she and Graham quibble. He’s actively investigating – she’s chatting.) The Doctor passionately implores the Judoon to remember the importance and pride they should place in ‘the rules’.

It feels, as always, like a collection of things, echoes of Who’s past thrown together without consideration for what makes it tick. There’s no thought – as Chris Chibnall said, ‘just make it, really’. Doctor Who made for its own sake – nothing to say, nothing to interrogate or turn on its head, just commercialism. Make more.

And even those big PR milestones fail. The first female Doctor is democratic, a beacon of hope, listens to her companions – as she says, ‘it’s a very flat team structure’. And that’s nice. She’s not like those difficult, authoritative male Doctors. She listens, she understands, she’s passive, she lets things happen to her – see the issue? She’s written as a stereotypical woman. The most diverse TARDIS crew ever is barely developed, reduced to their skin colours and genders, their professions forgotten as they become background characters, with the white man getting the most development and the best lines. And the first black Doctor is violent, possessing bizarre kung fu skills, comfortable around weapons and using them to achieve her goal – in an episode featuring thuggish police for hire, no less. The commentary the show can make is staring it in the face and yet it fumbles the ball once again. No consideration, no thought. Just make it, really.

It still, regularly, feels like a children’s programme. This is most apparent during shooting scenes – the part where the Gang escape from the masked men reminded me of The Ghost Monument and The Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos in their lack of tension, just a mass of laser bolts that will never, ever hit the protagonists. What’s the point? And Yaz’s line ‘it’s important to them, they’re hesitating’ – as we watch the masked men hesitate – is another maddening example of say what you see. It’s like audio description. Who signs off on this? This is one of the BBC’s flagship dramas. How is it allowed to be broadcast at this level of quality?

There’s little here about the episode itself because it was unremarkable. A baseline Chibnall-era episode – depressing and frustrating to watch.