Bye Then
Think more happy thoughts. It was working earlier: nice and relaxed. How about, let's say for the hell of it, charged particles from the Sun entering the Earth’s magnetic field and colliding with atoms in the upper atmosphere. The “Northern Lights”!
Oh that’s good. That’s working. Aurora Borealis, baby!
Don’t even think about Caitlin Moran’s article in The Times’ arts magazine The Knowledge...
“The people working on it have a passion for it, unlike any other show on Earth.”
Oh, FUCK OFF!
I don’t think I’ve every seen anything so utterly... You know, I can’t even think of the precise word for it. Gormless, useless or pathetic doesn’t even come close to just how bad it was.
No wonder the BBC didn’t send out any preview tapes. That was probably the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever seen. Is that the “best” that British television drama can come up with? We are just so fucked. And God, could the music have been more obtrusive?
Still, it’s over now. For now. No more delusional episodes.
Back to the happy thoughts. How about we have a peek at a quarter moon, visible above the Earth's horizon and airglow.
Sweet. Bittersweet in fact. I don't know which mission this was from but it was recorded with a digital still camera from the Space Shuttle Columbia.
Ad Astra Per Aspera indeed.
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Sadly, I have to agree with you this week. What the hell was that? A deus ex machina, reset button, retcon, and Ming the Merciless "not dead really" shot, all in one episode?
I'm so mad I'm using italics.
And Jekyll was a load of misogynist old bollocks as well.
But they did miss one opportunity. When the funeral pyre was lit they should have had the spectral figures of all the dead Time Lords appear. Then have them joined by The Master having learnt the error of his ways.
By the way, had the girl been walking the Earth? It wasn't really made clear. (Go on, tell us again, we're not bored with it yet).
With Jekyll I found myself flicking between Seven Ages of Rock and The 100 Greatest War Films on Channel 4. Really bored with it now and I doubt I'll watch any of the remaining three episodes.
Ms. Moran's is the worst ass-kissing, name-dropping, how-do-I-resurrect-my-broadcasting-career piece of 'journalism' that I've ever read.
They should stick her on a shuttle and launch her fat ass into space, that is, if NASA has rockets powerful enough to get a payload of that size airbourne.
A few final point about DW:
The music is overwrought and intrusive. It overwhelms the characters and story and creates a sense of almost comic melodrama.
As you mentioned before, GD, the show offers a near-masterclass in how NOT to construct a narrative. For example, random events and absurd coincidences are just about acceptable as a catalyst to get a story underway. But from then on, everything should be driven by the choices the characters make. How can anyone care about a cliffhanger, for instance, when we know it'll be resolved by RTD plucked some random piece of business from his backside? And that was never more true than tonight, when we had a season climax resolved by everyone shouting 'Doctor' at the same time.
And just as the plot is random and shapeless, so too is the characterisation. One week, Martha is a bland (and unconvincing) junior doctor. The next week, she's John The Fucking Baptist.
Almost everyone agrees that Blink was the best episode of the series - and that was because Steven Moffat dispensed with the boring central characters.
As for the dialogue, it's medicore and repetitive. Viewers must have laughed out loud tomight when the Doctor said, 'I'm sorry...I'm so sorry.' Do they cut and paste this stuff? Has RTD had a bet with someone about how many time he can recycle the same line of dialogue? I mean, someone hand the guy a thesaurus.
And what about the special effects. After last week's bullet-proof Vauxhall, this week we had the Doctor turned into some sort of troll-type-thing. Thank God his suit mysteriously shrank along with the rest of him.
If they put just a little bit less money and effort into effects that misfire as often as they hit the target, and focused instead on the basic elements of story and character and dialogue, maybe the show would start to deserve some of the over-the-top praise that it receives from the likes of the heifer at the Times.
That's it. Rant over. And yes, I'll miss the show.
But at least we can look forward to a Christmas episode about the Titanic. At least that's a story that's never been told before.
After the last two episodes I didn't think it could get any worse. How wrong was I?!
Utterly dire shit!
Why do we keep watching it when the chances of another episode of the calibre of "Blink" are so obviously close to zero?!
Note to self: forget the nostalgia and don't waste any time Christmas Day thinking of watching this garbage.
I haven't seen it yet, I'm away from home until Tuesday. Do I take it the Doctor used setting number 1,457 on the sonic screwdriver - the 'stop the Master's evil plan' button?
Phill,
it's even worse than that. Really.
The thing that really bugs me about the whole show is that it has so much potential that is just simply frittered away.
I had one eye on the clock and kept thinking to myself, we're ten, fifteen, twenty minutes into this and nothing is happening. This is the grand season finale and it's just being pissed away.
Last year was bad because it was just a giant fanboy wankfest, pitching Daleks against Cybermen, along with huge chunks riped off from Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy. This year was... a useless load of yap and claptrap.
It reminded me of Summertime Special. Which is odd. Fuck the drama and plot. Because The Master character has been brought back - oh whoopee-do! - let's turn the hour over to his tiresome shtick and Simm mugging like the guest at the party who gets hopped up on monkey glands and just goes mental.
Sad.
At 3.30 pm I will be thinking 'Doctor' I hope you will all do likewise.
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