‘Doctor Who’ blogging: “Daleks in Manhattan”
Well, it was bound to happen, and the longer this new ‘Doctor Who’ went on, the more likely it became: Here we have the first not-very-good episode of the new incarnation of the show.
Well, it was bound to happen, and the longer this new ‘Doctor Who’ went on, the more likely it became: Here we have the first not-very-good episode of the new incarnation of the show.
I’ve seen this episode three or four times now, and each time, I think more highly of it. I’m not crazy about the New New York stuff for starters — it’s just not alien enough for five *billion* years in the future, but, okay: whatever.
Ah, now here we have the genuine thrill of traveling with the Doctor: visiting the past. The future is cool and all, an undiscovered country, but history… ah, history is a storied place we never get to visit. Unless we’re with the Doctor.
I was totally prepared to hate Martha Jones. I *wanted* to hate Martha, for Rose’s sake. But I can’t hate her. She’s too cool.
I once again can’t stop thinking about ‘Doctor Who,’ or the Doctor. It’s pathetic, but I really am in love with him. I don’t mean I have a celebrity crush on David Tennant, though of course he’s totally adorable and I certainly wouldn’t turn him down. But he is not the Doctor, and I am in love with the Doctor…