Nov 26, 2013 16:18
In secondary school I had something of a reputation as a huge Doctor Who fan, and to be fair I spent most of my time there with three or four Target novelisations in my pockets. As a result when the McGann mini movie was announced everyone expected me to be over the moon, but I wasn't. Not to say I expected it to be bad, the idea just didn't fill me with hope. This was before things you loved being reworked into pale shadows of what they used to be was the fact of life it is now, at least as far as my cultural awareness was concerned anyway.
McGann was promising but the movie itself was a big disappointment on every level, and when nothing further came from it I thought it was just as well. The thing that did surprise me was the positive reaction from the fandom. I get that people were desperate to have Doctor Who back, but what came back didn't feel anything like Doctor Who to me. If giving it the same name and some key visual cues is all it takes I have some plots in the Pet Sematary to sell...
Then another new thing also called Doctor Who came along, just as unrecognisable. This time it stuck though, and grew, and I soon found myself in this strange situation where Doctor Who is everywhere every day, and nothing I'm remotely interested in. Or perhaps more that if I tell someone I'm a fan of Doctor Who it puts me in a group I have nothing in common with. And the bigger it gets the harder it is to escape. It's like I had to let go of something I loved almost, over dramatic as that is to say.
I miss Doctor Who. My Doctor Who.