All in all, I didn’t dislike last week’s Doctor Who but it certainly didn’t make me jump for joy. I mean, you can’t beat a bit of Shakespeare (even if I could only see the actor’s character from Shameless every time he came on screen), but my enthusiasm pretty much ended there. I’ve concluded two things, thus far: first, I much prefer The Doctor when he’s running around killing things made of metal (formerly tinfoil) and utilising his sonic screwdriver every which way he can; and second, I’m not really warming to Martha, the new assistant, as I hoped I would. See, despite the purists’ protests, I really quite enjoyed the relationship that The Doctor had with Rose. They were very much in love – albeit in his awkward and unaccustomed way – and I miss watching that part of the show. It was funny and very engaging, even if we all knew that nothing was ever going to happen (as if The Doctor would be so crass!). He and Martha don’t have that sort of interaction (not that they would at this early stage, you might argue), and I can’t see it developing between them. (Nay, I would object if it did for it would surely imply that The Doctor is now going to fall in love with everyone who becomes his companion, which would just make an eejit of the whole thing.) I suppose what I mean is that I feel that it’s lost something for me. In short, I do find it edging on dull in parts.
I’ll keep watching of course but it’s missing something for me now, and I’m not terribly bothered whether yer woman Martha’s in it that much or not, and perhaps the less the better for now. What’s this nonsense, though?
I was much more exciting about this week’s finale of Life on Mars, I can tell ya! John Simm has taken his place as my second celebrity boyfriend (after The Doctor for my non-regulars)1 and Gene Hunt has ascended to my favourite TV character of all time. I largely predicted what would happen in the last fifteen minutes, although not how events unfolded per se. There was a message in there somewhere, I’m sure, about following your heart and always being exactly who you are and want to be, but most of that was lost on me for I was jumping with excitement far too much. We all suspended our disbelief, I wager, when we discovered that jumping off very tall buildings doesn’t break your neck and kill you because, ultimately, it doesn’t really matter. Sam Tyler’s a great big nonce and a fairy and all those other non-PC names he was called by Hunt in the last scene and that’s good enough for me. Fantastic!
I’m not sure I’ll tune in for the Mars sequel, although I might have to for a bit of Gene, but I would watch all of the existing programme again and again. That was a license fee well spent right there.
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1How under God am I going to cope when they’re both in Doctor Who later on this series? I dare say I’m going to have to be hospitalised for a spell!