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I’m really coming to hate Steven Moffat — and by “hate” I mean love, of course — for being such a sneakier, teasinger bastard with each passing week. I want to say that this episode opens up more questions than it answers… except that I’m not sure it answers any questions at all!
Finally! There’s flirting! Serious, honest, proper flirting between the Doctor and River…
Steven Moffat asks for rain, to ensure that everyone’s inside to watch Doctor Who at 6pm, and lo and behold…
In case you haven’t already heard: Elisabeth Sladen, aka Sarah Jane Smith of Doctor Who and her own eponymous spinoff, The Sarah Jane Adventures, died this morning. She was 63 and had been ill with cancer…
That’s how the universe ends, when fandom implodes in on the object of its worship.
I’m not sure I saw anyone under the age of 10 without a sonic screwdriver. I saw more than a few fezzes on more than a few heads (because fezzes are cool). Little boys were wearing bowties. Adorable! And then you get to be on the TARDIS…
I figure this scene must be included on the new Fifth Series box set, but I haven’t had a chance to delve into that yet…
Ever have those nightmares when you oversleep and miss an important test or an airplane or something? Well, the Doctor — in a new scene written by Steven Moffat — comes to the rescue of National Television Awards host Dermot O’Leary, when he actually does oversleep and miss his big job…
I was browsing around some of my posts on the previous season of Doctor Who, Matt Smith’s first series, and I was suddenly reminded that we appeared to have been promised something quite different for the Christmas special…
To The New York Times, no less. Frankly, I’m not sure I want The New York Times talking about Doctor Who. That’s a sure sign that it’s going mainstream and will soon be boring…
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