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Confession #73: I Think Callbacks Are Good

One of the delights of Doctor Who (or irritations, depending on how you feel about a particular one) is recurring characters. The tradition began decades ago, primarily out of necessity when the production team decided to take the show in a new direction and strand the Doctor on Earth. The team of humans at UNIT with whom he worked for the next several years became honorary TARDIS crew, even though most of them rarely (if ever) set foot inside the TARDIS.

To this day, Brigadier Alastair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart (usually simply called “the Brigadier”) is remembered fondly—so much so that his daughter Kate Stewart has followed in her father’s footsteps and become a quasi-regular on the show in her own right. If Nicholas Courtney were still alive, it’s a sure bet they’d be trying to find a way to get him a guest spot.

Since the show’s return in 2005, others have wormed their way into fandom’s collective hearts. Regardless of how you might personally feel about either of them, it’s hard to deny that Capt. Jack Harkness and River Song each have a large following. River has appeared in a whole series’ worth of episodes (thirteen of them) over the years, and though Jack only appeared in eleven episodes of Who, he also got three (or four, depending on how you count) series of his own show.

Whenever popular non-core characters crop up that often, fandom begins speculating about (and in some quarters, clamoring for) those characters’ returns. After an interview published last month in which Moffat admitted he was open to bringing either Jack or River back—provided the stories called for it—I’m sure the lobbying engine will kick into overdrive (as if fan input ever actually affects Moffat’s decisions).

Confession #72: I Don’t Know What’s Next

I recently saw a link to an article by someone in an online Who community of which I’m a member discussing his hopes for the upcoming Series Nine (which I understand began filming last week). Although I like to support other Whovians in their creative outlets, as many have supported me by reading what I write here, I will admit that I didn’t click through. Why not? Well, because right now I don’t have the emotional energy to spend.

I don’t know whether online spaces have become more combative in recent years, or I was just blissfully naïve when I began blogging (though my money’s on the latter), but it has begun to feel like expressing an opinion online is tantamount to taking one’s life in one’s hands. Heaven forfend that a blogger or podcaster say something that the larger community (or even a particular, vocal subset of that community) disagrees with—the torches and pitchforks won’t be far behind.

Now this works both ways on any given opinion, depending on the space in question. For example, you can easily find vehement opposition to either side of the “Moffat’s a misogynist / Moffat writes totally awesome strong women” debate. Similarly any of a gazillion other questions: there should be a female Doctor / the Doctor should never be a woman; Danny Pink was awesome / terrible; Nu-Who is nowhere near as good as the good ol’ days / Classic Who is unwatchable; etc.

Starting Fresh

Review of The Marian Conspiracy (#6)
Big Finish Release Date: March 2000
Doctor/Companion: Six and Evelyn Smythe
Stars: Colin Baker and Maggie Stables
Preceding Story: The Fearmonger (Seven, Ace)
Succeeding Story: The Genocide Machine (Seven, Ace)

Apparently I just needed to start in the right spot.

After my last experience with a Big Finish audio adventure, I was a little reluctant to dip my toe back into the pool. Although previous forays had been enjoyable, I didn’t get as much out of my first Sixth Doctor story as I’d hoped. (Actually, it was only the first full-length one; I’ve heard a couple of shorts in which Six teams up with Jago & Litefoot.) I wanted to be as enthusiastic about Six’s adventures as I’d been about Eight’s, but something just didn’t quite click.

Good thing I persevered.

Having come into the middle of Evelyn’s travels with the Doctor in The Apocalypse Element, I didn’t quite “get” their relationship. Starting at its beginning, though, I was immediately charmed by Evelyn’s manner with him, and her refusal to take any of his shit. As a 55-year-old woman, she’s well established in her life as a history professor and knows her own mind. She has no need to feel in awe of him, as so many of his (especially younger) Companions have initially been. The more mature give and take between them makes for a refreshing change of pace—not least because it shows him not to be the brusque boor he often was in the televised stories.

Can Every Christmas Be “Last Christmas”?

Review of Last Christmas
Warning: This review contains episode-specific spoilers and wild speculation about future episodes.

Santa Claus has absolutely no place in Doctor Who. Except when he does.

I will freely admit that I was among those fans who cringed and gnashed teeth when Santa showed up in the TARDIS at the end of Death in Heaven. The whole idea that this mythical (if well-beloved) person should exist as an entity as real as the Doctor himself within the Whoniverse just gave me hives.

The comedy-rich pre-credits sequence was, thus, painful to watch (though I do love to see Dan Starkey wearing his own face for a change). And on first viewing, Clara’s declaration that she does indeed believe in Santa Claus just adds the cherry to the top of the whole saccharine mess.

After one knows how it all pans out, though… Well, it all fits together nicely.

Note, for starters, that the Doctor never gives Clara an answer when she asks with breathless wonder if being back in the TARDIS with him is real. Combine that with his face-off with Santa before joining her there (“I know what this is. I know what’s happening. And I know what’s at stake.”), and I think it’s hard to argue that he’s not completely aware for the entire episode that they’re all dreaming.

The Element of Distraction

Review of The Apocalypse Element (#11)
Big Finish Release Date: August 2000
Doctor/Companion: Six, Evelyn Smythe, and Romana II
Stars: Colin Baker, Maggie Stables, and Lalla Ward
Preceding Story: Winter for the Adept (Five, Nyssa)
Succeeding Story: The Fires of Vulcan (Seven, Mel)

A few months ago when Big Finish was having a sale, I managed to snatch up a few audio adventures for a song. Now that I have a bit of vacation time coming, I thought I’d listen to a few of them. Starting with the earliest release I had in my downloads, then, I jumped into one with Ol’ Sixie.

Perhaps it was simply the rigors of preparing for the approaching holiday while caring for a sick child, or perhaps it really was something about the story itself, but for what may be the first time, I found myself unable to enjoy a Big Finish drama to its fullest extent.

The Apocalypse Element follows the Sixth Doctor and his Companion Evelyn as they find themselves pulled off course (surprise!), and subsequently arriving at a time travel conference, where various temporal powers have gathered—including some Time Lords.

Over the course of the play, we learn that Romana, now Lord President of Gallifrey, is missing (along with an entire planet) and that the Daleks are involved. Eventually it comes to light that control of the mysterious “Element,” and its use as a weapon of galactic-scale destruction, is the Daleks’ objective.

Confession #71: I’m in Crossover Heaven

As an American growing up in the 70s and 80s, my exposure to Doctor Who was, to say the least, limited. Although my home state has been broadcasting the show on public television since 1974, it never even made a blip on my mental radar until I got to college—and then it was more as an indicator of which weirdos to avoid.

Star Trek, on the other hand, was regular fare.

I still remember afternoons after school parked in front of our little TV watching Kirk, Spock, Bones, Sulu, Chekov, and Uhura (not to mention numerous redshirts) in action. My first specific memory is of captain and science officer in a jail with iron bars, and—I’m fairly certain—a comment about Spock’s green blood (probably from the episode “Patterns of Force“).

Confession #70: I Want to See Others’ “Christmases”

We have plenty of evidence of the Doctor’s familiarity with British culture and customs, including its religious ones. He’s also at least aware of many other human practices and can identify them as readily as he does members of Species X from Planet Y (e.g., recognizing that Rita was Muslim in The God Complex). So I can’t help but wonder what sort of winter festivals he could show us, were we to travel with him to the far reaches of the Galaxy.

Usually when we get a look in on the Doctor, he’s put his foot in it, and things are about to go all wahooney shaped. But it’s only when he’s on Earth that we ever seem to see his adventures intersect with an annual religious/cultural festival. The closest thing I can think of off the top of my head is the Festival of Offerings in The Rings of Akhaten, but that was a rarity, rather than yearly event. Why don’t we get to see other people celebrating their “most wonderful times of the year”?

Granted, certain species aren’t likely to have any such thing. Given that the Daleks don’t (normally) have a concept of blasphemy (see: The Parting of the Ways), they wouldn’t have a sense of the sacred, either. No Dalek Christmas, then. Similarly, I find it unlikely that the “emotionless” (~cough~) Cybermen would have any such thing. Not exactly a celebratory lot.

Confession #69: I’m Dreaming of a Blue Christmas

December gets super busy for most folks I know. Several of us are coming down off of NaNoWriMo and attending to tasks we’d let slide during November (like paying bills, or bathing). Some are gearing up for the heavy gifting season (whether that be Christmas, Hanukkah, or other holiday of choice). Others are just waiting to see what the Christmas special has in store for us.

But what the upcoming holiday season means to me—aside from a couple of weeks during which I lose those eight hours a day when I don’t have to keep track of my kids—is a prime opportunity to catch up on my Whoniversal pastimes. Life kind of hit me upside the head this year, and I’m feeling really behind on almost everything (for someone who used to get all her Christmas shopping done by the end of August, that’s an unsettling place to be). I mean, I didn’t even get my plane ticket for Gallifrey One (affectionately known as “Gally”; coming up in February) until just this past Monday!

So although I find myself alternating between the flappy hands of glee at the prospect of more Capaldi on Christmas and the eyerolls of cynicism when I remember he’ll be accompanied by Kris Kringle himself, there’s no waffling when it comes to my anticipation of the pending break. Not only do I have plans for concocting our family’s “usual suspects” list of holiday goodies, but there’s so much Who-related stuff for me to do, I’m practically dreaming in TARDIS blue.

Reader Poll Roundup: Series Eight Edition

I have been fascinated with the results of this year’s reader polls, especially as I compare them to last year’s. My data sets aren’t completely parallel, since Series Seven had thirteen episodes with a Christmas Special in the middle (for a total of fourteen) while Series Eight only had twelve, but I think the comparisons are interesting nevertheless.

As last year, I’m going to start with the average (mean) ratings of episodes in chronological order. For any given episode, each star rating (e.g., 5 stars) was multiplied by the number of votes it got, the results added, and the sum divided by the total number of votes. Here’s how the ratings looked for Series Eight:

Honestly, I was surprised by how low some of these scores were, as the series was my favorite of Moffat’s tenure. Clearly, YMMV. What I find stands out though, is the sharp difference from episode to episode, especially the ratings plummet between episodes nine and ten.For a different visualization of the same data, here’s how they ranked from highest to lowest scores (and I apologize that the episodes are different colors between these two charts):

Confession #68: I’ve Found “The” Doctor

There have been some wildly varying reactions to Series Eight both around “t3h Intarwebz” and here on the blog. (A big “thank you!”, by the way, to everyone who’s taken the time to vote in the reader polls or comment on a post. I love hearing from you!) I’ve heard pretty much everything from “Moffat must go!” to “Best. Series. Evar!”, not to mention quite a few opinions in between.

This wild variation could be seen in microcosm for almost every episode, too. Next week, when I post the aggregate results of the reader polls for this series, I’ll go into more detail, but suffice it to say, several stories with lots of 5-star votes also got a lot of 0-star votes. Anecdotal evidence from online conversations bears out this love-it-or-hate-it reaction to much of the series.

The one thing I haven’t really seen, though, is Capaldi hate.

Of course, there’s always someone; no Doctor—no person—has universal appeal. And perhaps it’s just due to the particular corners of the Internet that I frequent (I’ll admit that it’s rather insular, by design) that I haven’t seen angry fans frothing for Capaldi’s immediate removal. But I’ve been pleased (though not surprised, thanks to personal bias) that even when people ranted about the hyper-stinkitude of this or that episode, and called for other heads (particularly Moffat’s), there’s been no sense that Capaldi’s to blame for any perceived shortcomings in the series.