You Really Do Look Better With That Moustache
After a hit-and-miss few weeks, I loved the Doctor Who finale. So much spectacle at the beginning, a crypt full of moving, rat-eating skulls (which, not too many years ago, would have had me behind the sofa and subsequently experiencing nightmares), and good use of the spaceship-inna-robot from the otherwise fairly pointless Let's Kill Hitler.
What got me, though, was the Doctor's attempt to contact the Brigadier in his hour of need, and the awful news that he had passed away. I cried, and I don't think I have ever cried at Who before (except perhaps for the dead cat in Survival when I was twelve).
And we had an entire alternate-universe army, all wearing eyepatches - to me, this was another, less obvious but more awesome tribute to the late and much-missed Nicholas Courtney.
Um, and at some point I guess River Song got married, but I didn't really notice.
What got me, though, was the Doctor's attempt to contact the Brigadier in his hour of need, and the awful news that he had passed away. I cried, and I don't think I have ever cried at Who before (except perhaps for the dead cat in Survival when I was twelve).
And we had an entire alternate-universe army, all wearing eyepatches - to me, this was another, less obvious but more awesome tribute to the late and much-missed Nicholas Courtney.
Um, and at some point I guess River Song got married, but I didn't really notice.