WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?
I'm still laughing at the sheer over-the-top ridiculousness of it all. I have to kind of admire RTD for having absolutely no restraint whatsoever. The plot and the dialogue managed to go beyond cringe-making into hilariously, almost wonderfully dumb.
Wilf was awesome and got all the best lines, and Bernard Cribbins got to be in the title credits as a companion, yay! (I'm betting that it's going to be Wilf who kills the Doctor. That speech about him not having killed sounded like RTD's usual anvilicious foreshadowing.) John Simm was brilliant, and he's also even hotter than usual when he's scruffy, bleached-blond, and crazy. The two scenes I genuinely liked were Wilf and the Doctor in the cafe (although I don't think the Doctor gets to do self-pity over his approaching regeneration when he's talking to someone whose lifespan is 100 years tops), and the Master and the Doctor in the Generic Urban Wasteland, the night scene where the Master talks about the past and then makes the Doctor hear the drums. I approve of this slashy goodness, as opposed to the rather awful thing early on with the stereotyped "old queen" flirting with the Doctor.
The Obama stuff was heavy-handed and rather creepy, and I have a feeling this is going to be another storyline where every character of color (except presumably Obama) dies.
And the Time Lords are returning. Feeling really cranky, it seems; Simon Skinner Time Lord is a lot scarier than the Master, I have to say.
What a mess. Oh, RTD, I'm so glad you're leaving. I just wish it didn't feel like you were trying to burn the place down and sow the ground with salt before you go.