Matt Smith is the new Doctor Who
The new new Doctor is… who?
The new new Doctor is… who?
It’s a few years after the events of *Ruby in the Smoke,* the first of novelist Philip Pullman’s stories of the spunky Victorian girl detective, and star Billie Piper is even more spectacularly confident in her second outing as the young woman now daring enough to set herself up in the City, London’s financial center, as a consultant…
Tons of spoilers! Don’t read till you’ve seen the episode! And no comments from party poopers!
Tons of spoilers! Don’t read till you’ve seen the episode! And no comments from party poopers!
Russell Davies, you magnificent bastard. I told myself I wasn’t gonna cry. I’ve seen these episodes a bunch of times now, I should be over the crying. But I cry every time. Every damn time I cry.
It makes for a refreshing change that the ‘villain’ is not some megalomaniacal alien who wants to take over the world for its own nefarious alien purposes, that it’s just a lonely child who doesn’t mean ill but is acting purely out of fear and a terrifying isolation.
(intro to my Who blogging, please read before commenting / previous: Episodes 8/9: “The Impossible Planet”/“The Satan Pit”) When you’re a kid, they tell you it’s all grow up, get a job, get married, get a house, have a kid, and that’s it. No, the truth is the world is so much stranger than that, … more…
It’s like Milliway’s, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe, except without the bar, this station on the impossible edge of a black hole, hovering at the edge of oblivion, and for what? Really, for what?
So I started by Googling the phrase “idiot’s lantern” because it’s *such* a perfect euphemism for television, even better than “boob tube,” but I’d never heard it before, and I wondered whether scriptwriter Mark Gatiss invented it.
It’s probably not in the least bit surprising that the genre of the Information Revolution — science fiction — is the one that does satire on the tentacly power of the corporation so well.