Confession #32: I Miss the Time Lords


[For those of you looking for a review of The Snowmen: I'm sorry; I'm afraid you'll have to wait another week. I haven't had time for a second viewing and analysis yet.]

Recently, the comment thread on another post led me to reflect on one of my biggest pet peeves as a neowhovian who has become a fan of the entire fifty year run of our show: RTD's removal of the Time Lords for the series relaunch in 2005.

Why, you may ask, do I care?

First, it puts a huge, rather stupid wrench in continuity between the two eras of the show. I honestly don't know what RTD's motivation for inventing the Last Great Time War (LGTW) was, but I've heard it said that it was because the Time Lords would be too confusing for new fans. I hope that's not the case, because that just tells me that RTD basically thought I - and others like me - must be dumb.

I mean, really; how hard can it be? We already know our protagonist is alien; we're with you there. He's got advanced, alien tech and can travel anywhere in space or time; still with you. He has a rocky relationship with the authorities on his home planet, such that he ran away and only works with them when he has to; nope! Sorry, now I'm lost. (Oh, wait... No, I'm not.)


Confession #16: I Hate the Non-Regeneration


Warning: profanity ahead
Now anyone who has an opinion about Doctor Who in its post-Hiatus incarnation is almost guaranteed to have a further opinion about one particular moment. Whatever your feelings about the "Bog-Standard-Regeneration-Effect #1" (and you can read mine in Confession #4), its use for the faux climax of Series 4 at the end of The Stolen Earth was a bait-and-switch of epic proportions.

Even putting aside Doctor 10.2 and how that whole storyline played out - which is the part about which most Whovians (whether the neo- or paleo- variety) would be most likely to offer their two cents - the actual Non-Regeneration Event itself was, in my opinion, a travesty against God and man (or against Doctor and Fan, if you will). Why does it put my knickers in such a twist? I'm glad you asked; I was going to tell you anyway.


Confession #3: I Might Like Matt Smith Better Than David Tennant


Blasphemy!  Heresy!  Buuuuuurn heeeeeer!

OK, that's probably overstating the reaction a bit, but I may well be ostracized at my own get-together after this one.  The Ladies of WhoFest are firm Tennantites, so admitting my Smithian leanings is sure to engender some antagonism, or at the very least disdain. I can't deny it any more, though.  I think Eleven has surpassed Ten for me in terms of watchability.

Don't get me wrong - Ten is my Doctor.  I fell in love with him (yeah, I mean it that way - how Mary Sue of me; and yes, I wept like a pregnant lady during The End of Time...), and through him learned to love all the Doctors, each in their own way.  But there's something a bit off-putting about The Lonely God after a while.  While I loved the Saddest Doctor when he was in a manic phase - oh, that smile... - I got tired of him getting screwed (metaphorically, and - depending on how you interpret a few things - literally) all the time.  The guy couldn't catch a break.  Given how RTD chose to write his story arc, I have to say it was probably time for Ten to regenerate; I mean, how much lower could he go?

Perhaps it will come as no surprise, then, when I say that what I've come to love most about Eleven is the return of his joie de vivre.  Sure, the pain is still lurking there in his eyes when someone forcibly reminds him of it, but for the most part, he can put it out of his mind the way anyone who's lost a loved one learns to do(or, as Two put it in Tomb of the Cybermen, "I have to really want to - to bring them back in front of my eyes. The rest of the time they... they sleep in my mind, and I forget.").  But overall, Eleven gives off a kid-in-a-candy-store vibe, like he hardly knows where to begin because it's all so fabulous - sort of like Ten's breathy "that's beautiful!" upon first seeing the werewolf in Tooth and Claw, except all the time.  New regeneration, new companion(s), new outlook; in a sense everything that Ten was really did die.  And while part of me misses him, another larger part just doesn't have the time, because watching Eleven is too damn much fun.

This certainly wasn't a quick or simple transition.  I went through a real grieving process for My Doctor (details are irrelevant, and vaguely embarrassing).  How many times before had fans gone through this?  "This Doctor was so good; how can the next bloke possibly measure up?"  Over and over again, though, it worked (with a possible exception of the Five to Six transition, which really wasn't Colin Baker's fault so much as his writers').  Knowing that, I resolved to remain Cautiously Optimistic.



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