SPOILER WARNING: In this post, I will be mentioning tonight’s episode of Doctor Who, ‘The Angels Take Manhattan’. In fact, I’ll be mentioning all of the past five weeks on Doctor Who. So if you haven’t seen any of it…well, just don’t say I didn’t warn you.
So, Doctor Who. Farewell Ponds. I didn’t cry – no, honest – and that’s kind of why I’m writing this. I was waiting to cry – I took the photo (below) for my ‘post episode Tweet’ beforehand, as I was envisioning myself being in tears at the end – but no, nothing. Barely a lump in the throat.
This past (half/mini) series of Doctor Who has been a strange thing. My excitement each week has been tempered by the fact that, with perhaps the first episode, Asylum of the Daleks, aside, with that wonderfully kept secret appearance by Jenna-Louise Coleman taking us all by surprise, I have wanted, expected, to love each episode, and instead, only merely liked it.
That first episode is the only episode of the series I have immediately rewatched. I have rewatched them all with the brilliant, hilarious commentary downloaded from Blogtor Who, but haven’t just sat and rewatched the episode because… ‘My GOD, that was brilliant!’ – y’know?
Episode two, Dinosaurs on a Spaceship, seemed to be well-liked by the internet. I’m not a fan of Chris Chibnall-penned episodes, to be honest. Not a great track record. 2010’s two-parter The Hungry Earth/Cold Blood, and I hated it. In fact the only episode of his I’d enjoyed previously was the 2007 episode 42, which other people seem to dislike. Ho-hum. I liked elements of it – Rory’s father, Brian Williams, in particular – but there was much that I just found underwhelming.
Episode three, A Town called Mercy, looked great. I liked the writer, Toby Whithouse’s work, and enjoyed the episode for what it was. I like seeing a ‘darker’ Doctor, but The Gunslinger’s voice put me off a little right at the beginning, and the ‘TERMINATE’ captions appearing onscreen every so often immediately brought Arnie’s T-800 to mind without having to try, so it was difficult to take seriously without just thinking, ‘oh look, it’s a cheapo Terminator‘. That said, I thoroughly enjoyed it, whereas half my online co-horts seemed to hate it, and, Blogtor’s commentary aside, I haven’t gone back and had another look.
I saw the ‘Next Time’ trailer for episode four, The Power of Three, and my first thought was, ‘That looks good…despite it being a Chris Chibnall episode!’ And then I watched it, and I adored it. I thought it was wonderful. Brian Williams. UNIT. Kate Stewart being the Brigadier’s daughter (I honestly hadn’t made the connection until it was made for me onscreen). And all this despite it being a Chris Chibnall episode. But then, I read what the rest of the internet thought, and they all seemed to tell me that it fell apart halfway through. I was to busy enjoying it to notice, to be honest, but, again, commentary apart, I’ve not had another look to see if I agree.
And so, to tonight’s ep. Episode Five. The Angels Take Manhattan. By The Moff, no less! Amy and Rory’s final episode! Weeping Angels! River Song! Expect tears! And exclamation marks!
And it was good. It was very good. And the Statue of Liberty was an Angel, just like every fanboy has suggested since ‘Weeping Angels’ and ‘New York’ were first mentioned publicly in the same breath. But…I don’t know. It was a good ending for the characters, don’t get me wrong. But rather than feeling heartbroken at the end, I felt much more, ‘oh. So that’s that. Back at Christmas…’ I found my attention being diverted by wondering how River’s timeline worked now…is the fact that they’re married and their lives are more connected now mean that The Doctor’s and River’s Timelines are now running in the same direction (She’s now a Professor, she wasn’t a couple of years ago…oh, I don’t want to discus that here)? And then, I was too busy trying not to wince at Old Rory’s make-up. Brilliant make-up job, but my sister did suggest that it had been reused from ‘Old David Tennant’ at the end of The Family of Blood.
My general feeling, though, throughout the series, is that I am far too excited about the forthcoming series of Red Dwarf to feel any real excitement for Doctor Who at the moment. Really, I am ridiculously excited about Red Dwarf X. Doctor Who has just been on in ‘the five weeks before Red Dwarf starts’. I’m going to have to rewatch all five episodes again in December. Then I can get excited about the Christmas special, with Oswin/Clara/whoever.
NEW RED DWARF IN FIVE DAYS!!! *claps hands excitedly*