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x First off, still love Martha, and I really don't see that changing at this point. She occasionally irritates me, but so did every companion at points (excluding Liz, of course). If she were perfect, things would be a lot less interesting.
x Ten was awfully shouty this week. It gets a bit grating after a while, especially when I'm nursing a massive headache to begin with.
x I'm kind of glad they killed off the nasty penis-face alien. I swear at one point they were dripping, and they looked like they'd smell like rotting sausage. He'd have been a lot more engaging as a character if I could take him remotely seriously, but I couldn't. Not when they were moving. And dripping.
x Am I the only one who really, really wanted the clone human to say "I am a Time Lord."?
x The music, which I normally adore, was melodramatic and ill-fitting enough to bring the worst of 80s-Who incidental music to mind, which was jarring to say the least.
x Not as jarring as "lift", though. I'm not sure why it bothered me so much when the Dalek called it that, but it really did.
x On the topic of historical inaccuracies, yes, this story is full of them, especially regarding race and gender issues, but it's Doctor Who, so I'm willing to suspend a considerable amount of disbelief. Even so, things that are easy enough to take care of without turning the show into an After School Special, like Martha's attire, kind of threw me.
x I'm mildly in love with Frank, inaccurate and bland as he was, and would have liked to see more development from him.
x And it wouldn't be Doctor Who without companion lesbonics. Let's hear it for tradition!
x Next week looks very intriguing, but nothing can hold a candle to my anticipation for an episode called '42'. Seriously.
x Finally, last night I dreamed that the Master kidnapped James May and was using him as some kind of kinky bondage slave in order to harness the power of Top Gear fangirls for evil and dodgy James/Jeremy manips. I still don't know whether to love or hate my mind.