Man, I think it’s ruined my week you know. Doctor Who, that is. I’ve been in a constant State of Frown since 8.00 on Saturday evening, so I can’t deny the correlation. Not only was Saturday’s finale painfully dissapointing but, looking back, I now realise that I found the whole series very dull in places. Smith and Jones didn’t thrill me (and certainly didn’t hook me into the new series); The Shakespeare Code was very dull (and I tried to like it by watching it three times); Gridlock was a disgrace; I think I fell asleep during The Lazarus Experiment; I can’t even remember what 42 was about but it had Cindy Beale I think; and until the last five minutes of Utopia, I don’t think I even bothered watching.
Now, I’ll admit that I enjoyed the return of my beloved Daleks immensely, and Human Nature, The Family of Blood and Blink were nothing short of genius, but this series leaves me feeling very sour indeed. My ratio of tedium to genius speaks for itself, and the numerous wasted opportunites for legendary television with the Doctor and the Master are just unforgivable. (And whoever decided to turn the Doctor into Gollum for half an hour should be forced to move to a desert island with nothing but peas to live on.) Part of me even resents The Sound of the Drums now for making me believe the finale was going to be beautifully magical. For it really was as woeful as it could be.
Tennant gets better and better and make no mistake (which is no mean achievement given what he has to work with), although I’d advise him to pick his companions a little more astutely from now on; and it’s always nice to mess around with Captain Jack for a couple of episodes. But all in all, I’m not inclined to be thumbs-up happy at all. I think I even want them to give it up for a little while until it can find its feet again. That’s me saying I’d go without my David for the sake of the people, ye hear?! It must be bad…
[Edit on 04.07.07: what was I saying about picking companions more astutely? Man alive!]