I've got the 'I feel obtuse' blues.
Regarding last night's Doctor Who finale.
The resolution of the episode itself I liked, though I kind of hope that next year Moffat dials back the jerky feeling of his narrative structure. The sudden onslaught of new people and places being introduced like we're supposed to know what they are isn't my cup of tea, and this season feels like it was entirely made up of these "frenzied" style episodes or head game episodes. I need some meat and potatoes.
I loved River and the Doctor being married, though, even if their wedding kiss was when he was a robot. But yay! Married!
No, what's bothering me is that "The Question" really was hidden in plain sight and I couldn't figure it out. I never see anything obvious like that. Ever ever ever. It's why I stopped playing chess, because I'm supposed to be all brainiac smart and stuff and my baby brother has always been able to kick my butt. It's why I don't like mystery novels, because I feel like not being able to solve the whodunit on my own is some kind of "smart test" that I've failed to pass. It shouldn't bother me, but it does. In the case of "The Question" and other moments like it, the hindsight is always such a big DUH that I feel like I need to turn in my storyteller membership card.
My stories are never going to have cool twists. The audience will always see what I've got planned coming from seventeen chapters beforehand. I have all the subtlety of a rhinoceros in a string bikini. *sigh*
The resolution of the episode itself I liked, though I kind of hope that next year Moffat dials back the jerky feeling of his narrative structure. The sudden onslaught of new people and places being introduced like we're supposed to know what they are isn't my cup of tea, and this season feels like it was entirely made up of these "frenzied" style episodes or head game episodes. I need some meat and potatoes.
I loved River and the Doctor being married, though, even if their wedding kiss was when he was a robot. But yay! Married!
No, what's bothering me is that "The Question" really was hidden in plain sight and I couldn't figure it out. I never see anything obvious like that. Ever ever ever. It's why I stopped playing chess, because I'm supposed to be all brainiac smart and stuff and my baby brother has always been able to kick my butt. It's why I don't like mystery novels, because I feel like not being able to solve the whodunit on my own is some kind of "smart test" that I've failed to pass. It shouldn't bother me, but it does. In the case of "The Question" and other moments like it, the hindsight is always such a big DUH that I feel like I need to turn in my storyteller membership card.
My stories are never going to have cool twists. The audience will always see what I've got planned coming from seventeen chapters beforehand. I have all the subtlety of a rhinoceros in a string bikini. *sigh*