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It was the usual RTD megablast of notional ideas with no story to back them up and no logical structure to knit them together.
The Doctor Hubris strand from The Waters Of Mars looked like it was going somewhere but it didn't.
The Ood plot strand looked like it was going somewhere but it didn't.
The Woman plot strand looked like it was going somewhere but it didn't (I didn't need to know who she was but for crying out loud what purpose does she actually serve other than add a bit of faux mystery to a non-story?).
Wilf seemed to be more than any grandfather, that gun seemed more than just a gun.
Only RTD could have Lucy Saxon muck up the Master's Hammer House Of Horror meets Prisoner Cell Block H resurrection so he was actually stronger (so long as he had London/Cardiff's homeless community to munch on like Super Mario powerups).
Then there was Super Master turning everyone into his clones like Agent Smith.
Oh no! Poor Donna will remember who she is and burn like the Doctor told her as an excuse for her to go home without all those life affirming lessons she picked up traveling with him.
Only he was only joking.
Cut to silly escape to Starbug crewed by the Meglos couple and a long long wait on a ship doing nothing while Rassilon (the hardest Time Lord in the history of Gallifrey) throws a bit of diamonique from Ratner's into his Google Earth.
Cue Luke and Han!
Leading to Gallifrey looming in the sky like Yavin (surely the people of Earth are used to this sort of thing now) and the Doctor free falling from a space ship, through a glass dome, onto a marble floor (Tom regenerated after falling 250ft onto grass) only to get up and start waving a normal WWII pistol around (it's bleedin Rassilon even J.R.Ewing survived a well aimed bullet and the Doctor is deliberating between shooting a guy who can shoot lightning out of his hands and a god like being who can shoot lighting out of his magic gauntlet) and he just gets a few cuts.
Lucky he noticed yet again that there was a stupid bit of easy to destroy equipment to shoot instead (RTD loves undoing giant planetary and Universal threats with a handy piece of machinery that happens to be in the dangerzone).
Cue Spock!
And then 25 minutes of goodbyes.
Cue Mos Eisley.
I had to laugh at how he gave Donna a lottery ticket from her dead dad.
He could have at least of had Bad Wolf written on the Tardis door before he left the Powell estate for the last time heralding his flamboyant demise and rebirth instead of a little Ood music (it wasn't even "The Song For Ten").
Well at least it's over now. RTD is as annoying as Lucas when he does these stupid epics and like Lucas his talent is undeniable but not at doing this sort of thing which makes it so much more frustrating.
Matt looks fun (even if I can't shake the resemblance to Crispin Glover out of my head).
The trailer for the 2010 series looks good but Flavia's Bones it better get better.
The voices in my head which have troubled me since watching the bath water go down the plug hole when I was eight predict this year Steven Moffat becomes Nobel laureate for Literature simply because he isn't Russell T Davies.
Still if there was no RTD this video would not be possible :