Doctor Who blogging: “The Doctor, the Widow and the Wardrobe”
Dammit, but this is an infuriating story. It’s perfectly illustrative of all the many ways that Steven Moffat seems to misunderstand Doctor Who.
Dammit, but this is an infuriating story. It’s perfectly illustrative of all the many ways that Steven Moffat seems to misunderstand Doctor Who.
Made of spoilers. Don’t read until you’ve seen the episode.

How did a cautionary tale about obnoxious little kids and a celebration of nonconformity turn into a cautionary tale about the psychosis of reclusive oddballism and a celebration of obnoxious kids?
A movie is never more of a crushing disappointment than when you’ve gotten your hopes up, when against your better judgment you’ve bought into the hype and the advertising and the how-can-it-miss high concept. Imagine how sad the entire geek community is going to be if Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man sucks. (But it can’t suck, right? Right? I mean, it’s Sam Raimi. It’s Spider-Man. Please, whatever movie gods there are, don’t make it suck. Don’t do that to us.)