A rhythm of four: the heartbeat of a Time Lord
I caught both parts of Doctor Who: The End of Time tonight, nearly by accident. I had heard The End of Time was pretty terrible, and somewhere between The Next Doctor (which I haven't heard much of anyone talking about, but which I liked), The Planet of the Dead (which bored me to the point that I can't even remember why it also *bothered* me), and
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I KNOOOOOOOW. What even is that??? Like, why couldn't he have rescued them with a wistful smile on his face? I would have been ten (heh) times less annoyed by that sequence if it didn't come across so much like he was just going around to rain on everyone's parade, trying to get one last emo in.
Same with Ten's fear of death: I could see a way in which Ten, specifically, might be afraid of not existing anymore, except 1) Russell, being Russell, had to make it some huge, emptily prophetic Thing, with Ood songs and all; and 2) the horridly selfish rant he delivers before going into the chamber--knowing full well that he will still go on to be a Time Lord on the other side, while Wilf only has one life.
(That really disgusted me, that RTD could send Ten off at his absolute worst like that, and for the sake of--what? What was the point?)
I do feel like RTD inadvertently did me a favor, though; if I hadn't been so exhausted by the specials and so angry at "The End of Time," I would have been really sad to see Ten go.
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