Oh boy. Turn away if you can’t follow nerdisms. Furthermore, turn away if you don’t want any kind of Doctor Who spoilers.
I just watched The End of Time Part II aka the end of David Tennant on Doctor Who and I’m relatively heartbroken. Not as heartbroken as I was at the end of season 2, but enough to physically feel it. Why? He died. Everyone knows that. That’s the point. He “dies” and regenerates and then there’s a new Doctor. Except there can never be another Doctor like David Tennant (in my opinion). I mean, I know that’s what everyone said after Tom Baker left… but still. Matt Smith has to fill pretty huge shoes. And while I want to jump off my couch and scream “I hate you” at his 30 seconds of screen time, I know I have to trust Steven Moffatt’s choice in casting. I know I pulled the same tantrum when Christopher Eccleston left (BECAUSE HE WAS FANTASTIC), so maybe I do have to grow up a little and give them a chance. The end of season 4 was perfect. I was so happy. So so so so happy. Can I have that back please? It was easily the best onscreen reunion I’ve ever seen.
The Best Moment In Time: The Doctor, Rose, Donna, Martha, Captain Jack, Sarah Jane, Jackie, Mickey, and the half human Doctor
Dear Russell T. Davies,
WTF?! I understand you want to raise the stakes and whatever, but seriously, you’re dropping holes in plots like Shia Labeouf. The whole “I’m a new man after I regenerate?” NO. Holding back regeneration for twenty minutes so you can murder the audience by bidding every companion farewell? NO. Having the Doctor done in by radiation when it didn’t kill him in Smith and Jones? NO. You’re awesome. You’re witty. You’re brilliant. So what’s up with forgetting about Harold Saxon in Turn Left? Moreover, what about how no one was supposed to remember Saxon in the first place and then magically everyone recognizes the Master? You really let me down in the very end. Such a build-up, and for what? HOLY SHIT, THE TIME LORDS ARE BACK! TIMOTHY DALTON! WTF, IS THAT GALLIFREY?! I point my gun at you and at you and at you and at you and then I shoot something irrelevant and it’s over. No wait, I’m going to visit EVERYONE first and sport the face of a girl ditched at prom. Everyone will know what I’m doing, except for the audience. And then Matt Smith and his giant forehead pop in at the very end to contradict everything I said about regeneration and continue the “still not Ginger” gag. Pfft. I am heartbroken because of how infinitely let down I am, not because I was stirred by what I saw on the TV. But I’ll give you this, the Ood “singing him to his sleep” made me cry. Good touch with that one. But I’m still mad.
love,
-Estherocket
P.S. I’m going to go watch Torchwood now, thanks.
The tenth doctor. I’ll miss you terribly.
