Ever since I started my epic journey by watching all doctors from the sixties on, I’ve come to see Tennant as a bit more overrated (start your hate mail now. That’s why there’s comments) and I’ve embraced and really come to love the older grouchier doctor.
William Hartnell described the doctor as a bit like the wizard of oz or santa clause. I have to really say I enjoy the doctor in this light. The darker terser version where the clever “grey fox” (as companion Ian Chesterton, still the best companion, would call him) would wile his way out of danger.
These era of Dr. Who episodes made the daleks what they were. You see, the doctor never beat the Daleks…they just ran whenever the Daleks showed up. So imagine my joy when I learned that our beloved Steven Moffat was bringing the glory days back (not that a young doctor is bad, its just been the thing since Peter Davison and honestly I wanted an old grouchy doctor for a while). Except Moffat didn’t deliver, at least not nearly as well as I had hoped.
We open our episode with the stupid Victorian three (yeah I know they have a name like Pennyquarter or some stupid crap, but really its not worth the two minutes to google right now). We end up staying with them for most of this episode. The only remotely likeable one is Strax who, since Drax the destroyer, is a bit tired as a gag.
Haters who want to be mad about me bashing Jenny and gecko face need to keep one thing in mind. They have no character development other than “notice how lesbian we are.” Is it too much to ask for someone like Captain Jack Harkness who had real character? I don’t mind these three if they have story arcs, but they only seem to exist so Moffat can try to rip of running gag and honestly I’m sick of them. I don’t know what they’re for.
Capaldi tries to capture our attention as the Doctor, but the other three keep getting in the way. I wanted more DOCTOR. This is my chance to bond with my new doctor and the episode seemed to keep apologizing for him. Why is he now old? Why is he now grumpy? Or even the biggest insult of all, having Matt Smith plead with us to keep watching the show. For goodness’ sake leave our beloved Matt Smith out of it. He wouldn’t have to beg if Moffat hadn’t seen fit to apologize for a new doctor.
Needless to say my love for this show will necessitate a viewing of more of the season, but Moffat has done what we all thought impossible and made a really really lousy episode. There’s barely enough bite to make me want to watch (see above reference to watching from the sixties). In other words, Moffat, you can try harder. We know you’re talented, but all this garbage about “why’s he old?””Because you need him old?””Because he always was old?” Feels matrix reloaded bad…yes I mean that.
Still the episode has its saving points. Nothing made me laugh harder than “I’m Scottish, I can complain now!” These were the charming moments and their simply wasn’t enough of them. So in a word, dump strax, jenny, and vastra is it? Out on the cold Victorian streets. We’ve made such a huge deal about our new doctor. LET US LEARN TO LIKE HIM!