Review: Voyage of the Damned
I'm going to be getting that last bit of Prompt 32 up in a while, honestly- it's just that... you know. Christmas.
'Til then, here's a spoilery commentary on the Doctor Who Christmas Special.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Dear God, I loved the Christmas Special. So. Effin’. Cute.
Hee. Hee hee.
So, les’ break it down, kiddies:
Squee (see above):
-Kylie. Oh, she was adorable. With her blonde curls and tiny necklace and little boots and Doctor-hugging. Gah! Lovely, lovely. Admittedly, I’m not the biggest fan of her music, but as a Companion she is nothing short of magnificent. (What is it, anyway, with Brit Pop stars and Companion-ing, hm? There’s a pattern here, people. I can’t listen to Billie’s music for more than five seconds without getting a cavity and/or stroke, but I could watch Rose all day. It seems that the pretty Ms. Minogue followed in that vein). Her flirty exchange with the Doctor was priceless:
“You’re looking very good for 903.”
“You should see me in the mornings.”
“Okay.”
“…”
XD
-The Doctor. Looks like our Time Lord is finally getting over his dark period. A little. Now, fan of Rose that I am, I was all for his pining over her… for about three episodes. After that, I found that I was missing his cheery antics. I never found his sadness ‘annoying’ or ‘misplaced’ as some other fans did, but I have to say that it made me feel… sad. His sadness made me sad. And there is nothing more heart wrenching than a sad Doctor. One of the intrinsic qualities of being the Doctor is awesomeness and lovability. If you are not awesome and lovable, then you are not the Doctor. It’s like a watermark on his soul. Therefore, when you sit through an entire season of the Doctor (someone you find awesome and lovable) wincing, limping, and weeping his way towards the finale, it is a bit of a bummer. Astrid made him smile… and I think Donna will, too. Also, the tux was smokin’. Hell, forget the tux, TEN was smokin’. I think that needs to go into another category… Hang on.
- Ten’s retina-violating hotness. Recently, I’ve been on a bit of an Eccleston kick… and when I say ‘recently,’ I mean for the past six months. Nine’s always been my favorite Doctor anyway, but I go through periods of finding him flat-out more attractive than Ten or vice versa. They’re both fantastic. They’re both hot in their own ways. It’s just that sometimes I… God, I’m not going to say ‘crave,’ makes me sound like a perv or junkie. Let’s just say that I go through phases of feeling a compulsion to stare at / make icons of one of them. There, that sounds… slightly more respectable. Anyway. Yeah. So. Ten. There was just something about his little speech where the snooty rich dude was all, “Who the hell are you?” and Ten LOOKS INTO THE CAMERA, all, “I’m the Doctor, bitch. Time Lord, 903 years old, gonna save your sorry ass and all of the asses on that planet below us. YOU GOT A FUCKING PROBLEM WITH THAT?” I died. I must make icons.
-The plotiness and allusions. One of the passengers remarks that Christmas for Earthlings is ‘a time of war and violence,’ and Ten says, “That’s not true! Christmas is a time of peace and Thanksgiving… What am I talking about, my Christmases are always like this.” LIKE HE’S NOTICING THE CRAP THAT DAVIES PUTS HIM THROUGH EVERY HOLIDAY SEASON. Hee. London noticed too, apparently. The people said to themselves, “Dear me, it seems that every 25th of December, we become a veritable Tokyo-like place of disaster. Let’s leave.” Can’t blame them.
Misc. squee:
- “Um… 42?”
- Astrid standing on a box to kiss the Doctor
- Balacafalata’s awesomeness
- “Brilliant. Take me to your leader… I’ve always wanted to say that.”
- “It really does that.”
- “It’s just like a task, I’m your apprentice- just watch me.”
- “Stabbed me in the back!” “…If you had a back…”
- “You can’t even sink the Titanic!”
- “What’s your first name?” “Alonzo.” “…You’re kidding me.”
- “No, it’s just France and Germany. Only Britain is great.”
- Donna in the previews, being funny.
- ZOMG, THE QUEEN AND HER DOG! WAVING AT THE DOCTOR!
Now comes the not-squee:
-Astrid’s death. It was beautiful and terrible.
-EVERYBODY ELSE’S DEATH.
-Ten getting happy again… and then going right back to being miserable. He’s been pulling that ‘I’d rather travel on my own’ crap ever since Rose left. It’s not healthy, even for a Time Lord.
- …Martha in the previews.
- The angst. God, the angst. Ten, I love you, man, but how many times have we seen this? The first was a certain Madame du Pompadour, and then there was the soul-shattering loss of Rose, then Joan, and now Astrid… I don’t think I can handle the sadness any longer. Ten falls in love with everybody. Except Martha. Which is fine. As a certified, card-carrying shipper, it is my personal opinion that what he had with Rose was unique and deeper, but let’s face it. The boy’s in love with the universe and every hot person in it. I mean, remember the Doctor Who movie? Fandom went absolutely ape-shit about that kiss. There were heart attacks, feuds, divorces, and a minor revolutionary scuffle in the Bolivia over that kiss. Nowadays, someone’s like, “Holy cow, the Doctor’s just snogged some chick!” and fandom stops yawning just long enough to go, “Yeah, he does that sometimes.”
*Sigh* That was a lovely tidbit to tide me over until the start of the new series. It was sweet and brilliant and… sad. Much like Ten.
'Til then, here's a spoilery commentary on the Doctor Who Christmas Special.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Dear God, I loved the Christmas Special. So. Effin’. Cute.
Hee. Hee hee.
So, les’ break it down, kiddies:
Squee (see above):
-Kylie. Oh, she was adorable. With her blonde curls and tiny necklace and little boots and Doctor-hugging. Gah! Lovely, lovely. Admittedly, I’m not the biggest fan of her music, but as a Companion she is nothing short of magnificent. (What is it, anyway, with Brit Pop stars and Companion-ing, hm? There’s a pattern here, people. I can’t listen to Billie’s music for more than five seconds without getting a cavity and/or stroke, but I could watch Rose all day. It seems that the pretty Ms. Minogue followed in that vein). Her flirty exchange with the Doctor was priceless:
“You’re looking very good for 903.”
“You should see me in the mornings.”
“Okay.”
“…”
XD
-The Doctor. Looks like our Time Lord is finally getting over his dark period. A little. Now, fan of Rose that I am, I was all for his pining over her… for about three episodes. After that, I found that I was missing his cheery antics. I never found his sadness ‘annoying’ or ‘misplaced’ as some other fans did, but I have to say that it made me feel… sad. His sadness made me sad. And there is nothing more heart wrenching than a sad Doctor. One of the intrinsic qualities of being the Doctor is awesomeness and lovability. If you are not awesome and lovable, then you are not the Doctor. It’s like a watermark on his soul. Therefore, when you sit through an entire season of the Doctor (someone you find awesome and lovable) wincing, limping, and weeping his way towards the finale, it is a bit of a bummer. Astrid made him smile… and I think Donna will, too. Also, the tux was smokin’. Hell, forget the tux, TEN was smokin’. I think that needs to go into another category… Hang on.
- Ten’s retina-violating hotness. Recently, I’ve been on a bit of an Eccleston kick… and when I say ‘recently,’ I mean for the past six months. Nine’s always been my favorite Doctor anyway, but I go through periods of finding him flat-out more attractive than Ten or vice versa. They’re both fantastic. They’re both hot in their own ways. It’s just that sometimes I… God, I’m not going to say ‘crave,’ makes me sound like a perv or junkie. Let’s just say that I go through phases of feeling a compulsion to stare at / make icons of one of them. There, that sounds… slightly more respectable. Anyway. Yeah. So. Ten. There was just something about his little speech where the snooty rich dude was all, “Who the hell are you?” and Ten LOOKS INTO THE CAMERA, all, “I’m the Doctor, bitch. Time Lord, 903 years old, gonna save your sorry ass and all of the asses on that planet below us. YOU GOT A FUCKING PROBLEM WITH THAT?” I died. I must make icons.
-The plotiness and allusions. One of the passengers remarks that Christmas for Earthlings is ‘a time of war and violence,’ and Ten says, “That’s not true! Christmas is a time of peace and Thanksgiving… What am I talking about, my Christmases are always like this.” LIKE HE’S NOTICING THE CRAP THAT DAVIES PUTS HIM THROUGH EVERY HOLIDAY SEASON. Hee. London noticed too, apparently. The people said to themselves, “Dear me, it seems that every 25th of December, we become a veritable Tokyo-like place of disaster. Let’s leave.” Can’t blame them.
Misc. squee:
- “Um… 42?”
- Astrid standing on a box to kiss the Doctor
- Balacafalata’s awesomeness
- “Brilliant. Take me to your leader… I’ve always wanted to say that.”
- “It really does that.”
- “It’s just like a task, I’m your apprentice- just watch me.”
- “Stabbed me in the back!” “…If you had a back…”
- “You can’t even sink the Titanic!”
- “What’s your first name?” “Alonzo.” “…You’re kidding me.”
- “No, it’s just France and Germany. Only Britain is great.”
- Donna in the previews, being funny.
- ZOMG, THE QUEEN AND HER DOG! WAVING AT THE DOCTOR!
Now comes the not-squee:
-Astrid’s death. It was beautiful and terrible.
-EVERYBODY ELSE’S DEATH.
-Ten getting happy again… and then going right back to being miserable. He’s been pulling that ‘I’d rather travel on my own’ crap ever since Rose left. It’s not healthy, even for a Time Lord.
- …Martha in the previews.
- The angst. God, the angst. Ten, I love you, man, but how many times have we seen this? The first was a certain Madame du Pompadour, and then there was the soul-shattering loss of Rose, then Joan, and now Astrid… I don’t think I can handle the sadness any longer. Ten falls in love with everybody. Except Martha. Which is fine. As a certified, card-carrying shipper, it is my personal opinion that what he had with Rose was unique and deeper, but let’s face it. The boy’s in love with the universe and every hot person in it. I mean, remember the Doctor Who movie? Fandom went absolutely ape-shit about that kiss. There were heart attacks, feuds, divorces, and a minor revolutionary scuffle in the Bolivia over that kiss. Nowadays, someone’s like, “Holy cow, the Doctor’s just snogged some chick!” and fandom stops yawning just long enough to go, “Yeah, he does that sometimes.”
*Sigh* That was a lovely tidbit to tide me over until the start of the new series. It was sweet and brilliant and… sad. Much like Ten.