Second-best thing happening in April this year…
I really believe in time travel now, because I swear the intro to the New Years episode of Doctor Who lasted about three hours.
…and then the Cliffs Notes version of The Puppet Masters was padded out by half a season of Deadbeat Dads. By people who had the concept of Daleks explained to them over the phone. In a language they don’t speak.
More than three million people have stopped watching Doctor Who. How many of those remaining are newly-minted anti-fans, we don’t know, but the BBC will find out when they get the merchandising and DVD sales figures.
I managed to make it through the season ender, but it wasn’t easy. Or particularly entertaining. It’s another “cosmic fly-swatter” story, where they’ve invented something new that’s orders of magnitude more powerful than necessary to explain its impact on the story. And since they blew the effects budget earlier in the season, the phenomenal cosmic power looks like it was actually copied directly from a Seventies DW episode.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to find a mop to clean up the stupid that leaked out of my television onto the floor.
FYI, there are two kinds of quick-cooking oats: rolled and steel-cut. Only one is suitable for baking cookies.
The same applies to hiring writers and directors for science-fiction television shows. If you know what I mean and I think you do.
This week’s Doctor Who seems to have been constructed by scribbling down the ending, then drunk-browsing TV Tropes pages until they found somewhere they could call a start, throwing in everything they found along the way. I feel pretty safe in saying that, since the credited writer has exactly two previous credits on IMDB. For a teen drama. Seven years ago.
I had better things to do than watch Doctor Who this weekend, mostly involving cooking with my sister (homemade pizza, Guinness beef stew, stuffing w/gravy, homemade pizza, two kinds of cookies, tangzhong dinner rolls, Japanese curry, homemade pizza).
Yes, she really, really likes my current pizza recipe. Leftover stuffing and Cheesecake Factory bread got combined with some Boar’s Head teriyaki chicken into Irish-style chicken & stuffing sandwiches, another of her favorite things.
Anyway, there was no trailer last week for this episode, so I was going into it cold. Just watched it, and y’know what? I’m still cold.
“But now,” says the Doctor, “now that you’re here,
the word of the Morax seems perfectly clear.
Unless they hire writers who know how to plot,
nothing is going to get better. It’s not.”
I’ll grant them this: if you strip away the lecturing and the SJ rubbish, there’s the germ of a cheesy Seventies DW episode in there somewhere.
Am I a bad person for wishing the cast of Doctor Who had turned this week’s episode into a Bollywood musical?
I got bored around the time the spoiler died, mostly because I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the partition of India and Pakistan, and the writer clearly thinks I should, having the Doctor play Woke-ipedia with the number of displaced and dead, etc. As the fishwrap I linked to last week puts it, this fits in with “Doctor Who’s new direction under new showrunner Chris Chibnall to increase diversity”.
Silly me, I thought your job was to increase entertainment. Y’know, for ratings, merchandise sales, loyal fan-base even…
Anyway, I just finished watching it after pausing on Sunday, and it was: preach, preach, preach, power-walking villains, preach, preach, extreme close-up, power-walking “heroes”, moral lesson, awwwww.
And how many people are playing collect-the-dead on Earth now, anyway? Do these retired demonic assassins compete with Missy and Testimony? Do they take turns?
Next week? Amazon Prime… In Spaaaace! They’re the villains, of course.
Best thing about this week’s episode? Young Umbreen was stunning.
My mental picture of how the writers were hired for the new season of Doctor Who runs like this:
“And last but not least…”
powersSF experience you want to tell us about?”
“Nope. I don’t have one. Just saw the ad and thought it looked fun.”
Finally got around to trying to finish “Rosa” on the re-recorded version. Bailed at the “lucky winner” scene. Oh, FFS.
Found this week’s “Arachnids in the UK” better, with some nice characterization for Graham (apparently tight close-ups are this season’s theme, kind of like Missy but less murder-y), but I set it aside sometime after not-Trump told Yaz’s mom “you’re fired”. I’ll likely finish it, but seriously, ya had to go there?
I wish I were kidding.
“Trapped in the past, [The] Doctor
Beckettfinds himherself leaping from life to life, putting things right that once went wrong and hoping each time, that hisher next leap will be the leap home.”