"Do you think anyone will notice they’re just cardboard cutouts?"
"Look, we’ve already stretched the budget to £10.50, they’ll just have to deal with it."
The broadcast quality and TV standards of the time were so low, it probably wasn’t discernible!
I can honestly say that when I first saw it 1988 or 9, on VHS via an old-style telly, I didn’t notice.
Even now, the only ones where it’s super-obvious are the Daleks rightmost second-from-the-right in the first row, because they obviously don’t have… well, depth. Or heads.
And, of course, does it really matter? The story is still being told clearly. No one watching is going to be confused. All observers know that those cutouts are actually Daleks, not that those Daleks are actually cutouts, if you catch my drift.
When I think of reality, I just think of limits and tasks that the world gives you. When I think of fiction, I think of absolute possibility, and strength, and imagination.
The recent rise in popularity of dragons is funny because half of it is because of Game of Thrones and half of it is because of How To Train Your Dragon so all these dragon posts are going around and you never know which fandom you’re gonna brush shoulders with it’s like walking into a dragon’s lair and not knowing if you’re gonna get this
don’t forget the most fabulous of them all
Clearer look at the teaster poster (x)