You can totally ignore this, if you want.
More fangirling over Doctor Who. I know, I know, I'm so sorry! But experiencing the monumental levels of pure squee as I am, and having nobody to share it with, I need an outlet.
I'm halfway into series 5, now. And, sweet Lord is it awesome.
So. I'm really crushing on the Eleventh Doctor.
I mean, sure. I adored Nine and Ten (and Ten made me cry a horrifying number of times), but this guy? Has it all. There's something about his body language - the gait, the eyes, the smile, the expressions - a sort of eccentricity, mixed with just that right amount of vulnerability and humanness. The other two were awesome, but - dare I say, too human? This guy definitely has that alien air to him. It's brilliant. While it took me at least a few episodes to adjust to Nine and Ten, Eleven had quite simply the most brilliant and endearing introduction ever.
I love this show. I mean, I really can't ask for more: the way we are just dropped into a situation and we figure it out with the Doctor, how the mystery of every episode just sucks you in whether the denouement at the end works or not (series 2 was a little disappointing in this respect), the sheer scope of the things that are represented on-screen. I love these kinds of things. I don't want dreary drama. I HATE medical shows and cop shows for this reason (hate them hate them hate them). I love that this world, this universe, so full of magic and wonder, slots in with the real universe. It's no surprise that some of my all-time favourites in SPN went along this theme. 3.11: Mystery Spot. 2.20: What is and what should never be. 6.17: My Heart Will Go On.
These little universes, disparate yet similar, linked like beads on a chain that twists and turns and grows grows grows.
This show leaves me with a sort of delighted energy at the end of every episode, the likes of which I can't even find with SPN anymore.
I love it so goddamned much, and I'm actually rather disappointed that I have only 14 episodes left to catch up fully.
Okay. End squee. \o/
I'm halfway into series 5, now. And, sweet Lord is it awesome.
So. I'm really crushing on the Eleventh Doctor.
I mean, sure. I adored Nine and Ten (and Ten made me cry a horrifying number of times), but this guy? Has it all. There's something about his body language - the gait, the eyes, the smile, the expressions - a sort of eccentricity, mixed with just that right amount of vulnerability and humanness. The other two were awesome, but - dare I say, too human? This guy definitely has that alien air to him. It's brilliant. While it took me at least a few episodes to adjust to Nine and Ten, Eleven had quite simply the most brilliant and endearing introduction ever.
I love this show. I mean, I really can't ask for more: the way we are just dropped into a situation and we figure it out with the Doctor, how the mystery of every episode just sucks you in whether the denouement at the end works or not (series 2 was a little disappointing in this respect), the sheer scope of the things that are represented on-screen. I love these kinds of things. I don't want dreary drama. I HATE medical shows and cop shows for this reason (hate them hate them hate them). I love that this world, this universe, so full of magic and wonder, slots in with the real universe. It's no surprise that some of my all-time favourites in SPN went along this theme. 3.11: Mystery Spot. 2.20: What is and what should never be. 6.17: My Heart Will Go On.
These little universes, disparate yet similar, linked like beads on a chain that twists and turns and grows grows grows.
This show leaves me with a sort of delighted energy at the end of every episode, the likes of which I can't even find with SPN anymore.
I love it so goddamned much, and I'm actually rather disappointed that I have only 14 episodes left to catch up fully.
Okay. End squee. \o/