It takes a lot to get me to cry for a tv show or a movie, but Doctor Who managed to do just that last night. And I never even loved Amy all that much. I didn't dislike her, but I just never really connected with her terribly closely. Whatever your feelings for the Ponds, though, I think it'd be hard not to admit that Moffat created the perfect farewell for them.
There were a few things that were a bit predictable in the episode. I could see some of the plot points coming beforehand, which is fairly unusual for the show, but that didn't make it any less enjoyable. In fact, I loved pretty much everything about it. Except River's fedora. I wasn't a fan of that. I also did take mild offense when Rory told the Doctor that he's the only person who could be attracted to characters in a book because pretty much all of my major crushes have been on fictional characters.
The set-up as a detective noir story was fantastic. I'm a sucker for that kind of thing. I love the dark atmosphere it gave to the story we already knew was going to be heartbreaking. As if the angels weren't scary enough on their own, it added another level of creepiness.
I loved the fact that the Angels were back to their time zapping hunting ways again. I somehow find that even more scary than the way that they killed people in the "The Time of the Angels." There were so many throwbacks to "Blink" (one of my favorite episodes of all time) in the show last night that I was enjoying myself so much that I almost forgot that there was major sadness on the horizon. Plus, now I get to be terrified of the Statue of Liberty too, so I'm super excited about that.
My only real question with the episode is the part about the TARDIS not being able to go back to 1930s New York. In series three, the Doctor and Martha visited New York during the Great Depression in "Daleks in Manhattan." I'm not sure exactly which year that was, but it would've had to be sometime during the '30s. So now I'm trying to figure out whether the time problem applies only to 1938 and beyond. If so, why was he able to land the TARDIS perfectly fine in 2012. Maybe I'm over-thinking it.
At any rate, I thought it was the perfect goodbye to the Ponds in a sad, but sort of happy way. I'm super excited for the Christmas special and finding out more about Oswin/Clara and how she meets the Doctor. There are so many great things to come and I can't wait to see how the dynamics change with the Doctor starting a relationship with a new companion.
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Sunday, September 30, 2012
Monday, September 3, 2012
Series Seven Excitement...
I'll be honest: I'm a late-comer to the Doctor Who universe. I heard of it for the first time last fall when a friend of mine repeatedly tweeted about how hot some guy named Matt Smith was and I had absolutely no idea who she was talking about. I'm far from up-to-date on pop culture, so this wasn't at all surprising. She informed me that Smith was a British actor from a tv show I'd also never heard of, and I left it at that.
However, I kept seeing references to this show online and I finally decided that if I was going to be a fully literate nerd, I would have to watch at least a few episodes so I could understand what people were talking about. I didn't expect to like it (a show about an alien who time travels inside of a phone box?) since outside of my Star Wars obsession, I'd never really been much of a sci-fi fan. I watched the first episode of the new series this January and plowed through all six series in about six weeks, despite making a major move in the meantime. I was officially hooked. I made myself a Who quotes screensaver. I picked up a brown pin-striped blazer at a thrift store (Tennant is "my Doctor"). I set my text alert to the TARDIS engine noise.
I tried to talk to other people about it, but once I started explaining what it was about, their eyes kind of glazed over and they looked at me like I was crazy. I have a tendency to inspire that reaction in people anyway, but I suspect that the subject matter played a role too. Nobody really got it. And since nobody understood the show, nobody understood the agonizing wait for the new series to premiere. There's nothing quite like watching a show from start to finish in a matter of weeks and then facing the reality that there is no more to watch. You've seen everything there is to see. It's especially bad when that tv show has become an instant obsession.
To say that I was eagerly anticipating the premiere of series seven would be an understatement. This was my first chance to experience the show in "real time," to wait week by week for a new installment. In honor of the new episode yesterday, I started reading Doctor Who: Shada by Gareth Roberts and finally got around to Scotch Garding my new white Converse sneakers so that I could wear them in public. Moffat and crew more than delivered. The episode was fantastic from start to finish. I'd even go so far as to say that it was my favorite Matt Smith one. I'm beyond excited for next week's dinosaurs episode. I can't wait to see what happens when the Ponds leave. I finally feel what it's like to be at the mercy of Steven Moffat. It's great. And agonizing. And I just want next Saturday to be here already.
However, I kept seeing references to this show online and I finally decided that if I was going to be a fully literate nerd, I would have to watch at least a few episodes so I could understand what people were talking about. I didn't expect to like it (a show about an alien who time travels inside of a phone box?) since outside of my Star Wars obsession, I'd never really been much of a sci-fi fan. I watched the first episode of the new series this January and plowed through all six series in about six weeks, despite making a major move in the meantime. I was officially hooked. I made myself a Who quotes screensaver. I picked up a brown pin-striped blazer at a thrift store (Tennant is "my Doctor"). I set my text alert to the TARDIS engine noise.
I tried to talk to other people about it, but once I started explaining what it was about, their eyes kind of glazed over and they looked at me like I was crazy. I have a tendency to inspire that reaction in people anyway, but I suspect that the subject matter played a role too. Nobody really got it. And since nobody understood the show, nobody understood the agonizing wait for the new series to premiere. There's nothing quite like watching a show from start to finish in a matter of weeks and then facing the reality that there is no more to watch. You've seen everything there is to see. It's especially bad when that tv show has become an instant obsession.
To say that I was eagerly anticipating the premiere of series seven would be an understatement. This was my first chance to experience the show in "real time," to wait week by week for a new installment. In honor of the new episode yesterday, I started reading Doctor Who: Shada by Gareth Roberts and finally got around to Scotch Garding my new white Converse sneakers so that I could wear them in public. Moffat and crew more than delivered. The episode was fantastic from start to finish. I'd even go so far as to say that it was my favorite Matt Smith one. I'm beyond excited for next week's dinosaurs episode. I can't wait to see what happens when the Ponds leave. I finally feel what it's like to be at the mercy of Steven Moffat. It's great. And agonizing. And I just want next Saturday to be here already.
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