‘Doctor Who’ thing of the day: Cybermen invade London
It was a stunt to promote the new Doctor Who Experience, a sort of interactive theater thingie opening in February… which means I’ll be able to check it out in person.
It was a stunt to promote the new Doctor Who Experience, a sort of interactive theater thingie opening in February… which means I’ll be able to check it out in person.
I’m almost entirely sure that no one who has not read The Deathly Hallows will be able to grasp what’s going on. The film is damn nigh impenetrable without the background of the novel, and all the previous novels in the series. It was almost impenetrable to me, who has read all the books, at least on an emotional level.
Whether or not I win that British Airways contest — you can continue to vote once per day for me through the end of this week — I am going to London… and I don’t know when or even if I’m coming back…
I sincerely cannot help but worry, with no snarkiness intended whatsoever, whether Clint Eastwood has gone senile. He is 80, after all. I hope this not the case, of course, and I certainly don’t wish it on the guy, but I can’t imagine what else explains this utterly baffling film.
I assumed once I’d read Niffenegger’s first book, The Time Traveler’s Wife that she was a Doctor Who fan and that her novel was inspired by the show. But I think this cements it.
There’s a sneaky cheekiness to You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger that is inherent in the slyness of the title, which wraps up in one neat little package ideas about romantic fate, our yearning for something better than the pretty good thing we might already have, and an up-to-the-minute restlessness about our lives that hounds even the most comfortable of us.
If you’re not sure why it’s so awesome to see Helen Mirren unapologetically kicking ass in Red — and to see her doing so without getting grief for it from the guys — then perhaps you’ve never seen Prime Suspect, the British cop series she starred in through most of the past two decades.
Connie Willis is a rotten, terrible person. She’s so mean to her readers, among which I count myself as one of the most fervent, that it’s almost unforgivable.
I’ve heard of fan fiction, but fan theater?
And it’s been only 411 years since William Shakespeare helped found it.