Very Important Picspam
Dear World,
Doctor Who is over, having ended with a whimper instead of that other thing. But at least I have made a startling discovery that needs to be shared -- Doctor Who's storytelling strategy has been cracked by yours truly! Well, you know how this series has basically been a long hard slog through misery, total goofiness, more misery, emotional perversion, actual perversion, miserable buckets of liquid misery, wonky moral gray zones, ambivalent religiosity, and all those miserably sad bits that made David Tennant dissolve into miserable tears of woe? Well I've figured out why we keep on watching besides the obvious reason that we all be masochists.
The reason is as follows: every few episodes, we, the long suffering audience, are appeased by getting to watch David Tennant cuddle an adorable creature.
KITTEN! Who cares that you've lost your companion and are hung up on your ex-companion and are suffering from re-awakening dead planetary angst the size of a, well, of a planet, when you are holding a KITTEN?
BABY! Who cares about World Wars I, II, III, or why the hell not, IV, when you're holding a BABY?
JOHN SIMM! Seriously, who cares about .. well I have no idea what was going on in this episode, there may have been some kinky pet role-playing games, domestic abuse, a dance sequence involving a wheelchair, that silly glowy fairy-Jesus thing and the extinction of mankind by...mankind or whatever -- but who cares when you're holding JOHN SIMM?
See? You may have just watched a series about how love is dead, sanity is dead, good people go unappreciated, and lonely people must either enslave crazy people to be their friends or else be lonely forevermore -- but all you remember is that DAVID TENNANT CUDDLES CUTE STUFF.
Next series: David Tennant cuddles a Welsh corgi! Move over Russell, I can run this show!
Doctor Who is over, having ended with a whimper instead of that other thing. But at least I have made a startling discovery that needs to be shared -- Doctor Who's storytelling strategy has been cracked by yours truly! Well, you know how this series has basically been a long hard slog through misery, total goofiness, more misery, emotional perversion, actual perversion, miserable buckets of liquid misery, wonky moral gray zones, ambivalent religiosity, and all those miserably sad bits that made David Tennant dissolve into miserable tears of woe? Well I've figured out why we keep on watching besides the obvious reason that we all be masochists.
The reason is as follows: every few episodes, we, the long suffering audience, are appeased by getting to watch David Tennant cuddle an adorable creature.
KITTEN! Who cares that you've lost your companion and are hung up on your ex-companion and are suffering from re-awakening dead planetary angst the size of a, well, of a planet, when you are holding a KITTEN?
BABY! Who cares about World Wars I, II, III, or why the hell not, IV, when you're holding a BABY?
JOHN SIMM! Seriously, who cares about .. well I have no idea what was going on in this episode, there may have been some kinky pet role-playing games, domestic abuse, a dance sequence involving a wheelchair, that silly glowy fairy-Jesus thing and the extinction of mankind by...mankind or whatever -- but who cares when you're holding JOHN SIMM?
See? You may have just watched a series about how love is dead, sanity is dead, good people go unappreciated, and lonely people must either enslave crazy people to be their friends or else be lonely forevermore -- but all you remember is that DAVID TENNANT CUDDLES CUTE STUFF.
Next series: David Tennant cuddles a Welsh corgi! Move over Russell, I can run this show!