Saturday, January 16, 2010

Further End of Time ranting

When you take the toys out of the box, you have to do it in a way that ensures that putting it back together consists of more than "and now I wave my magic wand." The Time Lords and the Master cancelling out each others' plots could have worked so much better if it had taken less than thirty seconds.

In fact, arguably, in a two-part story, the plot of the first episode should be "Everything goes to Hell," and the second part should be "slowly struggle to put everything back together." But that's never what we get with RTD except, arguably, and with excruciatingly delicious irony, in the much-despised Season 28 (Series 2). The setup there actually gets the sacrifice it deserves. Okay, in Season 27, the Doctor sacrifices himself to save Rose after Rose saves the day. But hey, in a regeneration story, you're allowed to have the Doctor go out on a heroic sacrifice to save the world - but that's not what happens! The radiation chamber has absolutely no purpose except to kill the Doctor at the end.

"Each time the Doctor says he's not going to use a gun, I get a vision of a multicolored suit blasting the cyber-controller!"
-DWO Whocast

They also mentioned Tennant's big fall and compared it to Tom Baker's in Logopolis.

And Tennant, like his hero Peter Davison, goes out saving exactly one life (and then revisits past companions). Clever.

Also, Wilf gets himself locked in things too often (cf "The Sontaran Strategem"). You'd think he'd learn.

Matt Smith. Hoo, boy. He's tall, thin, young, got manic hair and an attitude to match... please please please tell me there's going to be some obvious character trait to distinguish him from David Tennant. That last scene with him looked promising, but it also looked like he was playing the post-death 10th Doctor rather than the 11th Doctor. Then again, Tennant pretty much did the same thing in his first appearance.

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