Shockingly, that episode wasn’t particularly good or interesting. Continue reading
First, let’s address the title.
We now turn to number two on your song sheets. Don’t strain your eyes trying to read them, though, because I shall be telling you exactly what comes next; in any case, these rather fanciful titles that we print on the programmes bear no relation to what we’re going to sing. It’s a dead waste of a shilling, is what I say.
- Michael Flanders
Now that’s out of the way…
I bet you thought I’d exhausted all my words about Doctor Who with that 3000-word monstrosity yesterday, didn’t you? Sorry to disappoint, but no. Well, almost. I’ve run out of pictures of Matt Smith pulling stupid faces, or at least ones I thought funny enough to use, so I’ll try and keep this short(er).
As we leave 2012, one of the worst years Doctor Who has had in an awfully long time, and enter the 50th anniversary year of 2013, it’s worth taking a look at where and why the show has been going so very wrong lately, and we will be doing so by standing on the shoulders (and nicking the best ideas) of former authors of Doctor Who novels from the ’90s. Long-time readers will know that your correspondent is a fan of the writings (if not necessarily the opinions) of Lawrence Miles, a curmudgeon of some repute in the Who fan community. Miles is also one of the most astute critics of modern Who (or was, before he stopped watching) and though he had a personal conflict with Stephen Moffat which might have coloured his opinions on the latter’s reign somewhat, he has been consistently correct about the show’s downward plummet in quality of late, and the nature thereof (though he called perhaps it a little too early). Lawrence Miles was right, ladies and gentlemen.
I’ve been somewhat neglecting this venue of late. I can’t claim I haven’t had the time – I have – but recently my creative energies have been sapped somewhat by a relentless barrage of assignments and coursework for my maths degree, and for the last few months, I’ve barely been able to keep up with my writing duties on the comic. On Friday, though, I handed in the last piece of coursework for this year. Exams start in a couple of weeks, but the pressing feeling that I ought to be doing something else is, at last, in abeyance, and I can write again.
There are many, many drafts of things sitting in this blog’s slushpile: there’s a review of Skyrim which is mostly about plates; discussions of House, The West Wing and Community and all the other TV shows and films that I’ve watched, books I’ve read, games I’ve played, but as yet, I’ve been unable to write anything of length or substance about any of them. Which is why I’m instead going to talk about Ivor the Engine.
Can’t think of a pun for this week, but hopefully River will die next week, in which case I can use ‘Ding dong, the witch is dead.’
Not that complex…
There was so much awesome packed into The Girl Who Waited that I didn’t manage to fit all my observations and opinions into my review. Here’s the extra stuff: Continue reading
Well worth the wait.