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2 Apr 2010 11:33 pmI'm a third generation Doctor Who fan, (my son is now fourth generation) the first Doctor I can remember watching is the fourth Doctor. During my teens, I loved the Seventh Doctor and idolised Ace. Had posters of both on my walls.
Then the Ninth Doctor came along and I adored him, mourned him and came to love the Tenth Doctor as well, whilst becoming more critical of the show.
Because despite the occasionally clunky dialogue, plot holes you could drive a TARDIS through, gender and race fail, I still enjoyed the hell out of it.
Only, last Easter, for what a reason I've forgotten now, we didn't watch The Planet of the Dead when it aired. And then we kept on not finding the time to watch it, or weren't in the mood. And the same with the Water of Mars and End of Time.
But now Eleven's starting tomorrow, so last week we started to catch up. I loved Planet of the Dead and want to know where all the Christine de Souza fic is. (Especially the Amanda/Parker/Christine capers). But Water of Mars, I hated it. I didn't finish watching it because it was actually an effort to watch it, and instead sat behind the sofa, (I know, but it's one of the few comfortable places to sit in our sitting room where you're not in sight of the telly), reading fic whilst Doug finished watching it.
And then came the End of Time. And yet again I got about fifteen, twenty minutes in and couldn't watch any more. I wasn't watching the Doctor, I was watching someone run around in his clothes. So Doug finished watching it on his own. And told me about it. And then made me watch the regeneration scene.
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WTF?
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Just really, WTF?
You know how in fics fans have really run with the whole Doctor getting slapped meme? That's what that whole end bit needed. Only the with writers getting slapped as well. (And WTF was the Mickey & Martha bit? Not that I'm necessarily opposed to the ship, but when Martha was last known to have been happily engaged to Tom, where did it come from? I'm pretending I misheard the no place for a married woman line.) Because that whole stare-at-people-moodily whilst refusing to talk to them came across as ridiculous rather than the intense, I'm-dying-and-I-don't-want-to that I think they were going for. Bah.
I've been disappointed in Doctor Who, I've hated choices they've made, been angered by the stories they've chosen to tell. But never on this level before. It just didn't feel like Doctor Who. Which when you consider how varied in tone it's been over the years is quite a feat.
I'm giving Eleven a chance. I have to, but I feel now that the show is now going to have to work to keep me, rather than before where it would to have to work to drive me away.
Then the Ninth Doctor came along and I adored him, mourned him and came to love the Tenth Doctor as well, whilst becoming more critical of the show.
Because despite the occasionally clunky dialogue, plot holes you could drive a TARDIS through, gender and race fail, I still enjoyed the hell out of it.
Only, last Easter, for what a reason I've forgotten now, we didn't watch The Planet of the Dead when it aired. And then we kept on not finding the time to watch it, or weren't in the mood. And the same with the Water of Mars and End of Time.
But now Eleven's starting tomorrow, so last week we started to catch up. I loved Planet of the Dead and want to know where all the Christine de Souza fic is. (Especially the Amanda/Parker/Christine capers). But Water of Mars, I hated it. I didn't finish watching it because it was actually an effort to watch it, and instead sat behind the sofa, (I know, but it's one of the few comfortable places to sit in our sitting room where you're not in sight of the telly), reading fic whilst Doug finished watching it.
And then came the End of Time. And yet again I got about fifteen, twenty minutes in and couldn't watch any more. I wasn't watching the Doctor, I was watching someone run around in his clothes. So Doug finished watching it on his own. And told me about it. And then made me watch the regeneration scene.
...
WTF?
...
Just really, WTF?
You know how in fics fans have really run with the whole Doctor getting slapped meme? That's what that whole end bit needed. Only the with writers getting slapped as well. (And WTF was the Mickey & Martha bit? Not that I'm necessarily opposed to the ship, but when Martha was last known to have been happily engaged to Tom, where did it come from? I'm pretending I misheard the no place for a married woman line.) Because that whole stare-at-people-moodily whilst refusing to talk to them came across as ridiculous rather than the intense, I'm-dying-and-I-don't-want-to that I think they were going for. Bah.
I've been disappointed in Doctor Who, I've hated choices they've made, been angered by the stories they've chosen to tell. But never on this level before. It just didn't feel like Doctor Who. Which when you consider how varied in tone it's been over the years is quite a feat.
I'm giving Eleven a chance. I have to, but I feel now that the show is now going to have to work to keep me, rather than before where it would to have to work to drive me away.
