Post-anniversary post ;-)
I am just at this point, a happy Who fan, who, apart from the penguins (they did not give me any penguins - sorry if that's a spoiler ;-p), got everything she asked for, and more. It was like getting a whole lot of presents and I don't feel like being critical, I just want to sit here and play with my nice new shiny things. I hope that is okay with those who'd prefer to point out the damaged casings and the slight scratches here and there...
I love The Night of the Doctor most still. (Just. I think) I don't even know quite why - somehow it was everything I really wouldn't have said I wanted, and apparently did. I think the have-your-cake-and-eat-it approach of having Eight, in the Time War, be the one who tried not to fight, and tried to help people - and who died just to make that point to Kass, that he wasn't like a Dalek or the other Time Lords - but then who at the same time is actually the one responsible for making the decision that will end in the terrible act that ends the Time War, forging himself into a warrior...
... except now the warrior was the Doctor all along, and they found another way. And again, have-your-cake-and-eat-it, with using so much of Nine and Ten's era to make that happen and yet leaving the Doctor free of that at last. And Eleven's joy at that = ♥ And also the Doctor finding another way; it wasn't Steven Moffat refuting RTD era Who, it was an answer to the worst aspects of Eric Saward: "There should have been another way." with "You're the Doctor. You always find another way." And maybe that's too optimistic, but not for the fiftieth anniversary, I don't think. Doctor Who is always, to me at least, fundamentally optimistic.
(All right, I kind of hated the Time War, last of your kind, yadda, yadda. I get why it was done, and it was probably right, but I have never liked it, or wanted to know anything about the Time War. Sorry. I am probably a terrible fan, because I'm suppose to be impressed at the angst and the dark and all that. I'm not. Not in DW. So, I feel as if there's a great gaping hole in my DW that's suddenly been given back to me, and I like what was hidden away in there, after all. Mostly, anyway)
So, generally: Matt and David were so much fun together, as I'd expected, and John Hurt was very good, too. (I was a bit miffed, because seeing it, I didn't see why he couldn't have been Eight, after all. It could have been Eight. And then I thought that, I don't know, this Doctor we haven't seen who, instead of picking on one past Doctor rather than any of the others, speaks for all of Classic Who (it's a screwdriver, not a waterpistol, not liking the timey-wimey etc. etc.) and because it's John Hurt, just does it so well, it works. So maybe I liked that, too, after all.
And my new favourite thing: Ten's wonderful uselessness at detecting Zygons. There were such negative things with him at the end, that I forget how much fun he could be. (There should totally be crackfic now of Ten Zygon hunting, because I loved that. I am stupid for fun things like that. Sorry. ♥)
And... and... then there was Tom Baker and it was random but perfect and I cried. I don't know what he said, because I cried all the way through the scene. (I wonder what it looked like if you're not such a Classic Who fan; if you don't quite get that emotiveness of the senior living Doctor quietly talking to the current about-to-depart Doctor and shaking his hand and... and... - did it look weird and pointless? Anyway, I don't know, because I was crying. I'm hopeless, but never mind me. I'm the kind of person who falls in love with random 60s TV; I know nothing.)
(I mean, plot holes... I don't even want to think about, so I'm not. I had a very nice party, thank you, with some lovely presents. I'll do the nitpicking next anniversary when I don't irrationally want to hug everything and everyone connected to Doctor Who.)
And then this morning I battled my pc overheating every 2 minutes (quite literally) and watched The Five(Ish) Doctors by Peter Davison, which if you haven't seen, you must! The good thing about the overheating was that it gave me time to catch my breath in between laughing. Peter Davison writes Doctor Who RPF now, basically, and... one of the scenes in Day of the Doctor will now be not creepy but completely hilarious to anyone who has watched it. That is... just... LOL And the only thing I can think of that might be a suitable response is not a review but that we should get a giant bit of card, fold it in half, write THANK YOU on the front in crayon, draw happy stick people and colour them in and then add lots of glitter and sparkly hearts and send it to Peter Davison with love from the fandom.
Anyway, that was nice. I liked it all very much, more than I'd hoped until Night of the Doctor suddenly turned up. :-)
Ages ago, when we were talking about what the anniversary should be, I said I wanted multiple Doctors, a party, especially Eight, and penguins. I feel as if I absolutely got everything except for the penguins. Maybe they're coming at Christmas...
(I'm sorry if I'm not keeping up with all of the things going on right now - my cunning Calufrax plan is occupying me in between the shiny anniversary stuff. But there'll be lots to look at later in the week...)
I haven't seen An Adventure in Space and Time (yet). I did record it, but I usually tend to get freaked out by things where people aren't the real people, if you follow me, and I don't know if I can cope. I hope to try, though, but I'm doubtful about if it'll work out.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth -- Comments there:
I love The Night of the Doctor most still. (Just. I think) I don't even know quite why - somehow it was everything I really wouldn't have said I wanted, and apparently did. I think the have-your-cake-and-eat-it approach of having Eight, in the Time War, be the one who tried not to fight, and tried to help people - and who died just to make that point to Kass, that he wasn't like a Dalek or the other Time Lords - but then who at the same time is actually the one responsible for making the decision that will end in the terrible act that ends the Time War, forging himself into a warrior...
... except now the warrior was the Doctor all along, and they found another way. And again, have-your-cake-and-eat-it, with using so much of Nine and Ten's era to make that happen and yet leaving the Doctor free of that at last. And Eleven's joy at that = ♥ And also the Doctor finding another way; it wasn't Steven Moffat refuting RTD era Who, it was an answer to the worst aspects of Eric Saward: "There should have been another way." with "You're the Doctor. You always find another way." And maybe that's too optimistic, but not for the fiftieth anniversary, I don't think. Doctor Who is always, to me at least, fundamentally optimistic.
(All right, I kind of hated the Time War, last of your kind, yadda, yadda. I get why it was done, and it was probably right, but I have never liked it, or wanted to know anything about the Time War. Sorry. I am probably a terrible fan, because I'm suppose to be impressed at the angst and the dark and all that. I'm not. Not in DW. So, I feel as if there's a great gaping hole in my DW that's suddenly been given back to me, and I like what was hidden away in there, after all. Mostly, anyway)
So, generally: Matt and David were so much fun together, as I'd expected, and John Hurt was very good, too. (I was a bit miffed, because seeing it, I didn't see why he couldn't have been Eight, after all. It could have been Eight. And then I thought that, I don't know, this Doctor we haven't seen who, instead of picking on one past Doctor rather than any of the others, speaks for all of Classic Who (it's a screwdriver, not a waterpistol, not liking the timey-wimey etc. etc.) and because it's John Hurt, just does it so well, it works. So maybe I liked that, too, after all.
And my new favourite thing: Ten's wonderful uselessness at detecting Zygons. There were such negative things with him at the end, that I forget how much fun he could be. (There should totally be crackfic now of Ten Zygon hunting, because I loved that. I am stupid for fun things like that. Sorry. ♥)
And... and... then there was Tom Baker and it was random but perfect and I cried. I don't know what he said, because I cried all the way through the scene. (I wonder what it looked like if you're not such a Classic Who fan; if you don't quite get that emotiveness of the senior living Doctor quietly talking to the current about-to-depart Doctor and shaking his hand and... and... - did it look weird and pointless? Anyway, I don't know, because I was crying. I'm hopeless, but never mind me. I'm the kind of person who falls in love with random 60s TV; I know nothing.)
(I mean, plot holes... I don't even want to think about, so I'm not. I had a very nice party, thank you, with some lovely presents. I'll do the nitpicking next anniversary when I don't irrationally want to hug everything and everyone connected to Doctor Who.)
And then this morning I battled my pc overheating every 2 minutes (quite literally) and watched The Five(Ish) Doctors by Peter Davison, which if you haven't seen, you must! The good thing about the overheating was that it gave me time to catch my breath in between laughing. Peter Davison writes Doctor Who RPF now, basically, and... one of the scenes in Day of the Doctor will now be not creepy but completely hilarious to anyone who has watched it. That is... just... LOL And the only thing I can think of that might be a suitable response is not a review but that we should get a giant bit of card, fold it in half, write THANK YOU on the front in crayon, draw happy stick people and colour them in and then add lots of glitter and sparkly hearts and send it to Peter Davison with love from the fandom.
Anyway, that was nice. I liked it all very much, more than I'd hoped until Night of the Doctor suddenly turned up. :-)
Ages ago, when we were talking about what the anniversary should be, I said I wanted multiple Doctors, a party, especially Eight, and penguins. I feel as if I absolutely got everything except for the penguins. Maybe they're coming at Christmas...
(I'm sorry if I'm not keeping up with all of the things going on right now - my cunning Calufrax plan is occupying me in between the shiny anniversary stuff. But there'll be lots to look at later in the week...)
I haven't seen An Adventure in Space and Time (yet). I did record it, but I usually tend to get freaked out by things where people aren't the real people, if you follow me, and I don't know if I can cope. I hope to try, though, but I'm doubtful about if it'll work out.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth -- Comments there: