Whatever else I say about Moffat’s showrunning (and I say a lot, most of it grumpy), this two-parter is just bizarre and wonderful and and confusing as hell but who cares, really? Also the best “something old, something new” ever, River Song as Cleopatra, and Amelia Pond, insisting on stars. Just lovely.
Today is Ask a Stupid Question Day. Congress is all over this one so we don’t have to be.
The episode that asks, “What would it be like having the Doctor for a roommate?”
Answer: “Annoying, but you’d be glad in the end, even if he does watch your futile attempts to tell a girl that you love her and say, ‘Six billion people? Watching you two work, I’m starting to wonder where they all come from.'”
You know, this isn’t a great episode, plot-wise. It suffers, as so many of the Doctor-Meets-Somebody-Famous-in-History plots do, from having to work within the established framework of somebody’s life. In this case, there’s a monster that’s an analog for Van Gogh stuck in the middle of a lot of settings from his paintings. So why bother with this one? Continue reading
Today is International Peace Day. People should leave you in peace so you can read.
I love io.9 because it tells me so many interesting things, but the most vital link it’s given me lately is to a much-needed movie review site called Does the Dog Die? which mostly consists of one or two line reviews like
Raiders of the Lost Ark: A capuchin monkey that the main characters treat as a pet is killed when it eats poisoned dates. Reggie the pet Burmese python is not harmed but a number of venomous wild snakes are set on fire.
See, that’s the kind of thing you need to know, although I’d have mentioned that the cute monkey was a Nazi spy. Continue reading
Sixty-four years ago, something amazing happened: Me. Well, every birth is amazing, I don’t think there was anything special happening with mine in particular (my mother said she’d had worse stomach aches eating green apples which COMPLETELY prepared me for my own twenty-four hours of labor ending in an emergency caesarian twenty-five years later, but I digress) and then some stuff happened and BAM, now I’m sixty-four.
I find this difficult to believe until I remember that I saw the Beatles live on Ed Sullivan. Continue reading
Moffat and Smith were faced with an awful task: Bring Who fans into a new season with a new Doctor. They hit the ground running, and Smith never stopped. Continue reading