When I was a kid, I usually hated fiction about children. I guess there were the 12 year old gang adventures I liked I talked about the other day, but I never liked those as much as Indiana Jones or something. Kids don't need kids to identify with, just somebody who's cool, like the Doctor. That's one of the great things about the classic series, the only "children" you see are hot twenty somethings.
Matt Smith is so terribly sweet when acting with children that it makes ovaries I do not possess kick into overdrive, and I know from the Internet that I am not alone on this.
I guess it is reflective of the show's new demographic. This is probably why I'll die alone--I can't find any women who hate kids as much as I do.
I suppose all the Narnia references were just for Christmassy texture.
I did like it a lot better than the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe movie from a couple years ago. I liked instead of the cheap blitz-sploitation of the movie's opening we had the little boy saying, "I like the bombing. It's exciting."
I'd have liked it if those random space marine types had been harvesting the naturally occurring Christmas trees to, you know, sell as Christmas trees - like the mattresses on Squornshellous Zeta. I thought that was where they were going; saving a living forest from demented loggers.
I'd have really liked that, except for the part about them saving the planet from the demented loggers. I'd have liked the Christmas tree harvesting thing just going on in the background with some other plot in the foreground, like maybe how the ruler of the planet is trampling on the rights of the workers and the Doctor has to assist in an uprising.
I still liked it better than just about all of poor David Tennant's Christmas runarounds. RTD's specials were a lot like his finales: everything bad about his writing compressed into a tiny little space with no room for anything organic to breathe.
That's true. Except maybe "The Christmas Invasion", which felt like a premiere.
When I was a kid, I usually hated fiction about children. I guess there were the 12 year old gang adventures I liked I talked about the other day, but I never liked those as much as Indiana Jones or something. Kids don't need kids to identify with, just somebody who's cool, like the Doctor. That's one of the great things about the classic series, the only "children" you see are hot twenty somethings.
Matt Smith is so terribly sweet when acting with children that it makes ovaries I do not possess kick into overdrive, and I know from the Internet that I am not alone on this.
I guess it is reflective of the show's new demographic. This is probably why I'll die alone--I can't find any women who hate kids as much as I do.
I suppose all the Narnia references were just for Christmassy texture.
I did like it a lot better than the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe movie from a couple years ago. I liked instead of the cheap blitz-sploitation of the movie's opening we had the little boy saying, "I like the bombing. It's exciting."
I'd have liked it if those random space marine types had been harvesting the naturally occurring Christmas trees to, you know, sell as Christmas trees - like the mattresses on Squornshellous Zeta. I thought that was where they were going; saving a living forest from demented loggers.
I'd have really liked that, except for the part about them saving the planet from the demented loggers. I'd have liked the Christmas tree harvesting thing just going on in the background with some other plot in the foreground, like maybe how the ruler of the planet is trampling on the rights of the workers and the Doctor has to assist in an uprising.
I still liked it better than just about all of poor David Tennant's Christmas runarounds. RTD's specials were a lot like his finales: everything bad about his writing compressed into a tiny little space with no room for anything organic to breathe.
That's true. Except maybe "The Christmas Invasion", which felt like a premiere.
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