Charming based-on-fact British costume dramedy gently snarks about power and propriety but cuts a lot deeper when it comes to bigotry and bootlicking.
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I feel like we have finally met Peter Capaldi’s Doctor for the first time. At last.
I’m about to say the saddest thing I can imagine saying about Doctor Who: I just don’t think I care anymore.
So, the Doctor and Robin Hood walk into a spaceship… Oh my god, did I love this episode.
I might have something in my eye…
Will he get away from 21st-century Earth for some real adventures in space and time? Or will he be a companion booty call for when the Doctor gets lonely?
In case you weren’t at the Albert Hall this weekend (I wasn’t either, but I listened on the radio), here’s a little bit of what the audience there saw and heard…
Doctor? Doctor… who? Moffat just keeps kicking that can down the road, don’t he?
This episode completely freaked and creeped me out. In the good way.